The air solidified, and only rapid breathing echoed in the hall. It was a sound close to greed, like Beast smelling the smell of blood.
The Death Eaters present - those wizards who once boasted of their noble bloodline - had blazing light in their eyes at this moment.
"Bloodline Strengthening", "Immortality Technique", these words are enough to make them forget their reason.
Once, they believed in Pure-blood Supremacy; but now, the knowledge system provided by Ian seems to be the ultimate evidence of their belief.
What's more, the temptation of eternal life has been swirling in their hearts since the Voldemort era.
Ian looked at their expressions with a bit of amusement on their lips.
Greed is the eternal driving force of mankind.
And those who control desires are the real rulers.
"If you have any questions, you can ask directly." His tone was calm, but with a pressure that could not be refused.
Narcissa·Malfoy raised his hand first, with an elegant posture.
"Your Excellency--"
"Just call me 'sir'." Ian interrupted softly.
"This is not Hogwarts, no need to raise your hands."
"Okay, sir." Narcissa bowed slightly, "How are these 'Reward Points' calculated? How do we get more?"
Ian nodded, showing a satisfied smile.
Finally, someone asked the point.
"A few years ago, I visited your family vault - yes, I took some books."
He spoke calmly, as if describing the weather.
"The current Reward Points of each family is based on the value of the books I assessed."
The hall fell into a brief silence.
He admitted in public that he had stolen the book, but he looked calm.
That kind of strength and confidence makes no one dare to even raise a question.
"As for the way to get more points - it's easy." Ian continued.
"Give me knowledge."
"Design, write or complete a new magic experiment and submit it to me for evaluation.
If the results are valuable enough, you will receive corresponding points."
He paused for a moment and scanned the crowd.
"If you don't know how to experiment, you can also submit your research ideas, and I will provide guidance and funds... but accordingly, the points earned will be halved."
Some people exchanged glances - most of them were not good at scientific experiments.
Ian noticed this and added lightly:
"I will arrange for you to receive systematic training.
The process of Bellatrix will become a standard template - including experimental procedures, Muggles scientific theory, and technical principles.
After that, you are qualified to talk about 'innovation'."
At this point, his tone changed slightly, with a hint of coldness:
"Of course, the process of instilling knowledge is not easy. If Bellatrix can survive, you should be able to, too."
Some people in the crowd swallowed slightly, but no one dared to refute.
After a while, Lucius Malfoy stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Sir, can I exchange points with money?"
Ian raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was thinking.
"Money?" he chuckled.
"I am a Alchemy master who can turn metal into gold - the future world Overlord.
Money means nothing to me."
Changing the topic, he added, "However, I understand your situation. Wealth is a symbol of power for many people.
So--I allow Galleon to be used to redeem points."
He waved his hand, and the exchange ratio appeared on the golden light screen.
Everyone took a breath after seeing the numbers.
The price is so high that almost no one can afford it.
"This is to prevent abuse." Ian said calmly.
"If you really want to spend money, you must have the qualifications."
He looked at Lucius and Narcissa with approval:
"You are the only ones who have the courage to ask the right questions."
With a flick of the wand, the numbers in their names increased.
This move immediately aroused Envy and restlessness from other families, especially those nobles with ancient origins but in decline.
And Greengrass Lineage couple exchanged a look - their points are second only to Malfoy.
Jameson sighed secretly in his heart:
Fortunately, my wife Sorell had a relationship with Ian.
At this moment, he was even glad for the first time that he had "wearing a cuckold".
"Sir," Lucius spoke again,
"I still have something in my hand, I need House-elf to get it."
Ian nodded.
Lucius shouted, "Dobby!"
With a soft sound, House-elf suddenly appeared on the table.
Lucius looked stiff and suppressed his anger.
"Go to the study and get that black book."
"As you command, Master."
A few seconds later, Dobby disappeared and reappeared, holding up an ancient black book respectfully.
Lucius took it and handed it to Ian with some respect.
"Sir, this is what Voldemort gave me for safekeeping."
Ian stretched out his hand, and the book floated into his palm.
Opening the cover, his eyes narrowed slightly.
"Interesting," he whispered, "This is the first Horcrux he's ever made."
"Horcrux?" Many Death Eaters looked at each other in confusion.
Ian points to the silver nameplate in front of everyone.
"Search for 'Horcrux'."
Everyone raised their wands as instructed and focused on the nameplate.
The light flashes and the words appear.
[Horcrux: Cut the soul with Dark Magic and inject it into an alchemical carrier with powerful magic power.
As long as the carrier is not destroyed, the soul host will not truly die.
Can make up to seven.]
[Creator: Ancient Greece Black Wizard--Herbo Evil One.
Improver: Tom Riddle(Voldemort).]
[Side effects: Appearance variation, schizophrenia, paranoia and irritability, soul instability.]
Ian closed the book with a calm expression.
"This is what he calls 'eternal life'.
The price is your sanity, your appearance, and even your soul."
A murmur spread among the crowd.
Although the warning on the signboard is shocking,
But the greed in their eyes has not disappeared.
Maybe... as long as the price is enough, you can buy immortality.
Ian looked in his eyes and sneered in his heart.
"It seems that the new order still has a long way to go."
He whispered, "Remember, Horcrux is not eternal life, but a shackle.
Those whose souls are torn apart will eventually pay the price for greed."
The hall fell silent again,