Ian closed the old diary, stretched out his hand, cast Spatial Extension Charm, and put it into his pocket.
So far, he has collected almost all Horcrux - the diary of Tom Riddle, Ravenclaw's Diadem, Hufflepuff's Golden Cup, and Slytherin's Locket.
He ordered House-elf Dobby to steal the locket from Black Ancestral Home, which was originally guarded by Kreacher.
"All that's left is Harry Potter." He whispered to himself, his fingertips drawing a line of pale silver light in the air.
As for the giant snake named Nagini - Voldemort only refined it into Horcrux in 1994.
He raised his eyes and looked at Dobby, who was standing tremblingly beside him.
Those green eyes were filled with fear and resistance.
Ian raised his hand slightly, the air shook, and House-elf's body was dragged in front of him by an invisible force.
He stared at the thin creature with an expression as calm as water.
"Your Excellency, if my House-elf offends in any way, I will personally punish him." There was a trace of panic in Lucius Malfoy's voice.
"No need." Ian said calmly, "I'm just a little interested in your House-elf..."
As he spoke, he took out his wand and cast a series of detection spells on Dobby.
Ripples of magic rippled gently in the air.
"Interested?" Lucius frowned and asked in confusion.
"I have studied House-elf for many years." Ian explained while observing, "Their clan was completely enslaved by the ancient Pure-blood wizard using Bloodline Curse.
Not only the shackles of the body, but also the souls are bound - their loyalty and love do not come from their will, but from the servility buried deep in their blood.
However, this one... is different."
His voice was low and slow, as if he was stating a message Truth.
"There is nothing special about Dobby's bloodline. What is different is his soul - it is independent and free."
Lucius was slightly startled, while Dobby was trembling in fear.
He could feel all his secrets being revealed by that gaze.
"Dobby has always been loyal to his master Lucius!" he stammered.
Ian smiled faintly, "Are you planning to remind Harry Potter not to approach me after you leave?"
Dobby's body stiffened and he lowered his head in fear.
Lucius's face instantly turned gloomy, and the anger in his eyes could hardly be suppressed.
Ian ignored his emotions and ordered softly, "Give him some clothes."
Lucius was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dare to disobey, so he took out a handkerchief and threw it away.
Dobby caught it in panic.
"From now on, you are free." Ian spoke calmly, as if announcing the results of an experiment.
"However, before that, I have to modify your memory. You will not interfere with my plan."
Dobby's eyes suddenly shrank, and he desperately wanted to escape.
With a flick of his fingertips - he tried Apparition.
But the magic failed.
He tried again, but still in vain.
Ian just looked at him quietly, and then waved the wand.
Dobby's eyes gradually became blurred and he fell to the ground unconscious.
After a moment, his figure was wrapped in silver light and disappeared into the air.
The hall fell into silence again.
A Death Eaters hesitated for a moment and asked carefully, "Sir... are we also going to release House-elf?"
"It will be in the future, but not now." Ian said calmly.
"I released him because he was useful to me."
His voice was cold and firm, with a sense of detached logic.
"If nothing else, this meeting ends here."
No one dared to say any more.
At this time, Jameson from Greengrass Lineage suddenly raised his hand and said in a slightly excited voice, "Sir, I have an experimental idea. I wonder if I can ask you for advice."
Ian nodded. "Say."
"I was wondering - what would happen if you put the soul of an animal into a wizard?"
Several low breathing sounds sounded in the hall.
That was a crazy idea, almost heretical even for a dark wizard.
Ian smiled slightly, "Interesting."
He spoke slowly, with an almost gentle tone. "As far as I know, even werewolves - existences that are considered to be fused with the power of monsters - their souls are still human.
If you really want to try, you can start with ordinary animals and then gradually move to Magical Creatures.
The test subject can be Muggles prisoner or dark wizard."
Jameson couldn't suppress his excitement and nodded repeatedly.
"Does your family have enough funds?"
"No problem."
"Very good," Ian said softly, "Once you complete the necessary training, you can conduct experiments on your own. I'm looking forward to the results."
"Training?" Jameson wondered.
"Yes." Ian glanced at everyone, his expression calm but with invisible pressure.
"You all have to receive training and learn the scientific knowledge and experimental procedures of Muggles.
I warn you - the process will be very painful and some may even get sick from it.
Therefore, Snape is responsible for arranging the rotation to avoid collective abnormalities."
Snape stood up immediately and responded solemnly.
Ian turned slightly and looked at Bellatrix: "You have other tasks.
As for me – it's time to meet 'Death'."
Flames ignited under his feet, and the golden-red light engulfed the entire figure.
The next moment, he had disappeared without a trace.
The only thing left in the hall was the heavy breathing of everyone.
Only when the overwhelming pressure dissipated did they dare to raise their heads.
However, looking at the shimmering alchemy tablet in front of them, the greed in everyone's heart became even more intense.
Snape coughed slightly, waking them up from their dreams.
He also gained access to the Library - higher than anyone else.
"Temporary level three access rights." Bellatrix once explained in a low voice, which meant that he could obtain deeper knowledge at a lower price.
He suppressed the fluctuations in his heart and began to assign tasks.
At this time, Ian, who was far away on earth, returned to the manor and took out three sacred artifacts - Elder Wand, Invisibility Cloak and Resurrection Stone.
He touched the air with his fingertips, and a black mist condensed and formed in front of him.
"You're here again, wizard." The voice was low and hoarse, as if coming from the depths of Underworld.
That's the sound of death.
"I have a question." Ian said calmly.
"Why should I answer? I don't owe you anything."
Ian sighed and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "Then let's talk about it.
Do you think I don't know your plan?"
"What are you talking about?"
"From the first transaction between you and me, I noticed something unusual."
Ian's tone was calm, but with a heart-stopping calmness.
"You promised to hand over Voldemort's complete soul to me, as long as I provide the knowledge of time, space and dimensions.
Do you really think that deal is reasonable?"
He raised his head and stared at the huge figure in black robes.
"Also - you told me the truth about 'Cataclysm' in 1926, and the fallen gods.
That information is too precious, but you give it too easily.
You only asked me to promise not to interfere with time, and there were no restrictions.
Do you really think I'm stupid?"
Death is silent and the air is suddenly cold.
Ian smiled coldly, "You are a god. Even if you are stupid, you should have become wise in endless years.
So, I must ask - what is your plan?"