A few minutes later, dozens of figures Apparition appeared one after another in front of an ancient manor.
They wore black robes and strange-shaped masks - those Death Eaters who had followed Voldemort.
At first, they looked at each other, obviously confused that they didn't see the "master".
It wasn't until they saw Snape standing at the door that they relaxed a little.
Snape raised his hand slightly and said coldly, "Come in."
Everyone silently took off their masks and walked into the hall one by one.
Candlelight illuminated the long table in the center - Voldemort was not there.
Sitting on the main seat is Ian.
His expression was calm and his eyes were like cold stars.
Bellatrix·Lestrange stood beside him with a respectful attitude.
When Snape walked to the left hand side of Ian in front of everyone,
The air is almost solid.
Some people wanted to speak, but were instantly crushed by a sense of oppression.
It was not a simple intimidation, but a chill on the soul level.
Ian said calmly, "Sit."
That command, without Wrath, was more powerful than a spell.
Everyone subconsciously obeyed the order and took their seats one after another.
Ian stood up slowly and looked across the audience.
"I know who you are waiting for."
"It's a pity - your Dark Lord is not yet Resurrection."
He waved his hand gently, and an image appeared in the air -
Voldemort is in the forest of Albania, attached to the snake and Beast,
Live by devouring flesh and blood.
"Let's take a look." Ian's tone was almost indifferent.
"This is your master - a poor living creature."
The hall was dead silent.
A contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of Bellatrix's lips, while the other Death Eaters's expressions were complicated - shock, fear, and hesitation.
Ian continued, "I summoned you today not to tell stories.
I just ask - are you willing to be more at ease with me?"
The air fell into a suffocating silence.
Dozens of pairs of eyes wander between each other,
No one dared to speak first.
Time passed little by little.
Until Lucius Malfoy stood up and bowed respectfully.
"I would like to serve you, my lord."
Ian smiled slightly, "Malfoy family, I have always been good at seeing the direction of the wind.
You won't regret your choice."
Lucius had an expression of relief on his face,
He sat back down under the gaze of his wife Narcissa.
At this moment, other people also reacted.
They secretly regretted not being able to take the lead.
Immediately, a series of whispered oaths came and went -
"I want to be loyal to my new owner."
"I offer my loyalty."
Most Death Eaters have actually already been secretly wavering.
They all know who Ian is:
A person born in Pure-blood, with extraordinary talent, even Ministry of Magic is afraid of him.
Unlike Voldemort, he is not only powerful, but also more rational.
Their hesitation was just to see what would happen to Ian--
Use fear to rule, or use interests to win over.
However, before the situation is completely stable,
Three Death Eaters suddenly stood up at the same time.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Three green lights flew out at the same time, hitting Ian's chest directly.
Bellatrix screamed, but found that he could not move.
Everyone held their breath - three Avada Kedavra hit the target.
But Ian still stood there, not even the corners of his robe were blown.
He looked down at his chest and chuckled, "Is it over?"
The three people had frightened faces and were about to escape.
The next moment--
The Dark Mark on their arms ignited blue flames, spreading from the skin to the whole body.
Instantly turned into ashes.
Ian said calmly, "I wanted to give you the illusion of a choice.
It seems unnecessary."
He raised his wand and flicked it in the air.
A spatial ripple spread.
The rest Death Eaters only felt a burning pain in his arm.
Dark Mark began to twist and reorganize, becoming the same shape as Bellatrix.
Immediately afterwards, a tearing pain came from the depths of his soul.
After a few seconds, the pain dissipated.
Everyone realized with horror--
That new mark has been carved into their souls.
Ian's voice was low and clear. "Now, your loyalty is no longer a choice."
He turned to Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy with a slightly softer tone. "As for you,
Because I was the first to express my stance, I only replaced your arm marks this time."
Lucius stood up immediately and bowed respectfully. "Thank you for your tolerance."
Ian nodded slightly,
Then he stretched out his hand, and dozens of silver metal pieces appeared in the air.
There is one floating in front of everyone.
"From today on," he said, "I don't want to hear any more nonsense from Pure-blood Supremacy.
What I conquered is not just Wizarding World, but the whole world.
Muggles will participate in New Order - their importance may even surpass that of the wizards."
"In the new world, value is not determined by blood, but measured by contribution."
Everyone looked shocked.
Pure-blood ists' faith was shattered face to face,
But no one dared to refute.
"Tap the metal plate with the wand and recite the incantation: Conversus In."
Everyone did it.
A flash of light flashed, and a number appeared in front of everyone.
Immediately afterwards, a huge and gorgeous the Library phantom appeared in the sky.
Thousands of books are suspended in the light curtain.
Even Snape couldn't conceal his shock.
Ian looked at their reactions with satisfaction,
The voice is steady and calm:
"I am different from Voldemort.
He ruled by fear, I founded by knowledge."
"This the Library contains the research results of my life:
The strongest spell, the deepest Dark Magic, the mystery of the soul, the transformation of blood...
Even, the path to eternal life."
The sound of breathing came and went, and everyone could hardly conceal their greed and excitement.
Ian waved his hand gently, and a list appeared in the air:
Bloodline strengthening, life alchemy, Resurrection Art, Ravenclaw's Diadem...
The redemption value is marked after each item.
"The number in front of each person is your current 'merit point'.
Merit points determine your authority and stay time in the knowledge base.
And these research results can only be exchanged for loyalty and dedication."
After he finished speaking, his smile faded slightly,
The tone became grim again:
"Loyalty is more than belief, it is a price.
--Now, you have all given your souls."
The hall fell into dead silence.
No one dared to say more.
They all understand--
The new Overlord has arrived.