"Phew...so exhausted."
At noon, in the Gryffindor lounge, a group of senior children returned to the lounge and slumped on their chairs, unwilling to get up.
Although the dragon looks very powerful, no matter who has completed the morning scrubbing work with the Bubble Curse and the Iron Armor Curse, he will not think that the thing he is scrubbing is so cute - especially when the ownership does not belong to him.
Although many Gryffindors are good at scrubbing because of Filch, they can't stand up to those dragons who are so tall and scary.
Even if the professor allows them to use some spells as assistance to wipe the dragon, this is still a very tiring job.
But this does not affect the rest of the lower class children coming in, these senior students began to brag.
"Let me tell you, our lesson today is to observe those dragons at close range - if the professor hadn't strictly prohibited us from conducting actual attacks, maybe we would have killed one today!"
"No, that dragon is obedient, just like a large cat. It's really not challenging. To be honest, I'm not afraid of creatures like dragons now - I feel like I'm already If I meet the standard that the professor said, even if a dragon comes to chase me, I can calm down and escape."
Although the real situation is that when the dragons make an attacking gesture, everyone will quickly run away and change to the next group, and only the two groups with the cleanest wipes are honored to get the right to experience the dragon's breath in person (the unlucky two groups tried it by the way) I drank the professor's special potion and went to the hospital to get my hair out.), but when everyone doesn't expose each other's miserable situation, they can still boast.
Moreover, happiness is a matter of comparison - compared to the Hufflepuffs who were asked by the Headmaster to help clean up and carry dragon dung, they actually felt that the work they did was pretty good...
Ever since, a trend of talking about dragons instantly spread in the lounges of various colleges.
But except for Nancy who was in class, the other warriors who were busy studying the golden eggs didn't know about it yet.
They were currently staring at the golden egg carefully in an empty classroom. In such a state, the golden egg did not look like their trophy, but rather like a dangerous object that could explode at any time.
"Do you think the Golden Snitch trap still exists?"
Everyone stared at the golden eggs, everyone kept a safe distance - at breakfast today, those students with the golden snitch mark had successfully used themselves as an example to tell everyone the dangers of golden eggs.
"Not sure, theoretically it should be gone," Montague stared at the golden egg, "But who knows if the professor will want to tell us that we should never think that the trap is safe once it has been triggered."
"Same," Cedric sighed. "The professor asked similar questions in last year's exam paper one after another, but for the second question, he actually changed the letters in front of the answer options - there were more children who made mistakes. A paper, that's really impressive…"
After all, everyone just added the Iron Armor Curse to stay far away from the golden egg.
"Volume, mass, whether it is hollow or not - classmate Nancy told us these things this morning. Those golden snitch logos that were not left behind were also copied. We also checked all the records related to the snitch... What happens next? If there is no breakthrough, then we can only continue to use magic to test and demolish it."
"Demolish it by force. The Golden Snitch alone explains too little."
Montague nodded, "Potter, how many possibilities have you recorded?"
"A dozen or so, if you include unrealistic speculations like Quidditch."
"I can't guess..."
"Then - do it?"
"Let's start with the levitation spell..."
The three raised their wands and began to experiment.
On the parchment in front of them, there are scrawled records of the spells that may be used next - floating spell, obstacle spell, lock opening spell, repair spell, freezing spell...
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"It's really not easy, Bertha..."
As Bertha sat down in the chair, Tom let out a rare sigh.
At this moment, they are in a small town close to the Ilvermorny campus - this is an existence similar to Hogsmeade. Ilvermorny students come here to shop during their holiday shopping.
Bertha's identity at this time was a businessman who was attracted by the local environment after coming here and decided to set up a street stall here to sell some gadgets.
Obtaining this identity is not easy. It is related to the next generation of the entire American wizarding world. Almost anyone who plans to do some business here must undergo strict scrutiny.
The reason why almost is used is because there are always some people who have privileges - although Bertha cannot pay the huge deposit, the Imperius Curse can.
So, Bertha's prop stand was reluctantly built.
Her own knowledge of magic, coupled with the memories of being a store clerk that Tom retrieved from his mind, made this stall flourish.
And in the chats of those students while shopping, the layout map of Ilvermorny that they had obtained from various channels was gradually verified - the things that the children casually said about the fights on campus were pieced together piece by piece. It naturally becomes part of the event verification.
And today, they had an astonishing harvest.
Because of the founder of Ilvermorny's crazy fascination with Hogwarts and some considerations for safe evacuation, the secret passage was naturally built at the same time as Ilvermorny Castle was built, and was mastered by the students at the same time.
Although the children who slipped out tried hard to conceal the fact that they came out of the secret passage, after many days of inquiring, Tom still succeeded in getting the specific location of a secret passage.
"One of the most promising and powerful professors actually went directly to Hogwarts with the principal." Tom suppressed his excitement and tried to look calmer. "They really don't know whether to live or die." ."
"We'll sneak in through the secret passage tonight, Bertha."
Tom said in a voice that could not be questioned, "Look what kind of protection those professors in Ilvermorny have used to guard my wand."
"Yes, Lord Dark Lord."
Bertha's tone also brought a bit of joy - the weather was getting colder and colder, and she still couldn't reasonably earn a stall. It was really unpleasant to set up a stall in such weather.
"Are you ready for the invisibility cloak?"
"Ready, Lord Dark Lord."
Bertha answered happily, but Tom was not so happy.
'If this idiot, this idiot's Disguise Spell could be better, why should I use the damn invisibility cloak? '
He is a person who has always been pretentious and has considerable confidence in his own body-disguise spell, but unfortunately - he cannot maintain the state of using spells all the time, and the barely recovered energy is not enough to support such an action.
When it was Bertha who used the Disillusionment Curse, he would rather trust the tried and tested invisibility cloak on the market.
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Night came quickly, Bertha clumsily put on the invisibility cloak, and then quietly came to the seemingly abandoned house in the darkness.
"This way, Lord Dark Lord."
After Tom gave a satisfied um, Bertha opened the stone wall with a spell as carefully as possible - the boys who came last time didn't even have time to clean up the most basic things like dust, and their messy footsteps led directly to the wall, Who can't see it?
"Let's go."
Tom said softly - tonight, he would see the wand he had been waiting for for a long time, and then learn about its protection measures.
He has fully prepared his resurrection plan.
Confirm the protection, then break through the protection, break in directly when the defense is at its weakest, and complete the entire resurrection ceremony.
And that day is Christmas.
What a day - Christmas.
Those Muggles love this day, even wizards celebrate it, and he will be reborn from this day.
The day of his rebirth is Christmas - how wonderful!
Tom even felt that his blood was a little hot - but this was definitely an illusion, because he was now borrowing the body of Bertha, a stupid Death Eater.
'Soon, soon. '
"Bertha, be careful...we are only a little bit away from success."
He gave the rare caution.
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The secret passage seems to have been visited by many students - this is normal. When the school's management measures are slightly stricter, these secret passages hidden everywhere and passed down by generations of students will be used again.
Theoretically, all secret passages should be closed, but this cannot overcome the mistakes in the management system - not to mention the fact that everyone is not too concerned about safety after the peace has been in peace for a long time. Just the complaints from several shops cannot make the school thoroughly deal with it. The road is blocked.
There is also a relative's business inside. It is a bit too much to let students go out two days a week instead of one day a week. If it is closed, why not complain to death?
"There's no sense of history at all."
Bertha complained, and Tom felt the same way as she did - compared to Hogwarts, Ilvermorny was like a poorly imitated antique, revealing the face of the nouveau riche.
The secret passage was not very long, and after about ten minutes of exploration, they reached the end.
Its other exit was on the fourth floor of the castle. It was already late at night, but the castle was not very quiet.
Although the corridor cannot be said to be full of students, you can see various students every few minutes.
'What do the administrators here do for a living? '
Tom couldn't even help but complain - if in Hogwarts, students wandered around the castle unscrupulously...
'There's even...'
Through the invisibility cloak, he saw a guy using addictive drugs. If such a guy showed up at Hogwarts, he would definitely be expelled, but here...
"Keep walking, Bertha. Be careful of their random use of magic. If they appear, get yourself out of the way quickly."
He issued the order and vowed to drive out those guys completely after retaking the school - for the wizard, nothing is more important than a clear mind.
It is unimaginable what a crazy wizard with a wand could do.
Fortunately, they did not encounter any dangerous elements until they reached the magnificent rotunda in Ilvermorny.
'Perhaps the usual management is not that chaotic, and this is just the chaos that broke out after the principal left? '
He reluctantly excused himself for the school he was about to take over - but reality soon told him something else.
The lock of the castle gate was secretly opened by the students...
"It's a lot more convenient…"
Bertha, who originally planned to ask the Dark Lord to unlock the door, was overjoyed. She quickly went out through the door while whispering praises, and then began to check Snakewood's information.
'Lady Isolt cannot speak Parseltongue and therefore cannot reactivate her wand. '
'She no longer wants to keep the wand because it is a constant reminder of her unhappy childhood. So she and James buried it on the school grounds. '
'Within a year a snakewood grew where the wand was buried, and no amount of cutting or pruning it would help. '
'But it soon became apparent that its leaves had powerful healing properties, and it became Ilvermorny's most recognizable symbol. '
Bertha thought about these words again, and then decisively recalled the map they verified during this period.
"It's over there, Lord Dark Lord!"
She even wanted to trot, but Tom suppressed his excitement to calm her down and reach the venue safely.
They saw the snake tree in the distance - it was a tree that was much taller than the other snake trees.
The normal snake tree is about six meters tall, but it is more than ten meters tall, and the trunk or stem is also quite thick and thick - more importantly, even though it has entered winter, it is still Uncharacteristically, it remains evergreen.
'No protection? '
Tom looked at it for a long time and was surprised to discover this fact.
He suddenly remembered the sentence in the document - no matter how much he cuts or prunes it, it will not help...
'For this reason, why don't you just give up on taking care of it? '
'Hopelessly stupid. '
"Pick a leaf, Bertha."
His orders were quickly carried out.
Something magical happened, the next leaf grew quickly, and the snake tree was still lush and green.
"Pick a few more slices, and then--" Tom closed his greedy eyes, "we'll leave."
"Leave immediately, now is not the time, I need to go back and analyze it carefully."
His voice was a little breathy, "Let's go, don't leave any suspicious traces."
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"Do you want to eat more, Lord Dark Lord?"
Bertha frowned and swallowed another snakewood leaf.
"No need, the next step is purchasing."
Tom suppressed his joy, "We need..."
He read out a long list of names in one breath, "Buy them quickly, we need to brew some auxiliary potions, there is enough time - Christmas, Christmas..."
He has mastered more than a dozen methods for resurrection, and designed new methods that are most suitable for him based on the powerful healing properties of snake wood.
"Can…"
Bertha was troubled.
"What?"
Tom's eyes became unkind - if Bertha dared to suddenly...
"But we have no money - those potion ingredients are very... very expensive..."
…
Tom was instantly dumbfounded. It was true that they used the Imperius Curse to control three or four important people, but money was not that easy to get, especially when Bertha's Imperius Curse was not so stable, and rashly moving funds caused irritation. If it's too big...
"How long will it take to spread it out?"
"I don't know. You said we can't use it randomly...it will cause the Soul Imperius Curse to fail..."
'…'
'…'
"Christmas is really too stressful, and it's inconvenient to mobilize funds, so let's have Easter - aren't the Muggles celebrating Easter... Then let's make it a real carnival holiday..."
He quietly changed his original plan.