Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

"Then, tell me your plan." Voldemort touched the smooth scales on Nagini's head and said in a high and clear voice.

"This is my business." Brian said calmly, "But I guarantee that the plan will be successful... After all, I am still a student at Hogwarts and have many opportunities."

He took out a gold coin and threw it to Voldemort, saying, "When the time comes, I will use this to contact you to see if I can go see you."

"Dumbledore will definitely die anyway. Whether you can seize the opportunity then depends on you." Brian said, put his right hand on the door, opened the door and walked out.

A group of Death Eaters outside were still looking over here. After seeing Brian coming out, many people quickly looked away, and some were still staring at him.

Brian nodded and smiled at some of the people in front of him, winked at Draco, and walked out. When passing by the group of Death Eaters who had recently escaped from Azkaban, Brian stopped smiling and his eyes became cold.

He wanted to recruit some Death Eaters for his use, but these people were definitely not among them.

These Death Eaters were imprisoned in Azkaban for fifteen years because of Voldemort and were tortured. This would not make them less loyal to Voldemort, but would make them more fanatical and crazy.

There is a psychological effect called the sunk cost effect. When a person pays more for something, in order to avoid the negative emotions caused by losses, he will become more addicted to his past efforts.

Just like some people who have been deceived by scammers and lost all their money but still do not want to believe that they have been deceived, because people's instinct is not willing to bear the psychological and financial losses after being deceived, but will tend to continue to invest and invest in The liar becomes more and more convinced and indulges in beautiful dreams to move himself.

And this is the case with this group of Death Eaters. Even if they were not the most loyal before being imprisoned, under the fifteen years of torture and self-hypnosis in Azkaban, they believed that they had paid too much for Voldemort, even if they had done so before. Disloyal people will also become loyal.

Brian was more optimistic about those Death Eaters who had escaped trial. Most of them had good power and influence in the magical world. Although they are not loyal enough, as long as they are stronger than them, they are not afraid of rebellion. If the Oath of Secrecy is researched, these people can use it.

As for these die-hards, Brian had long classified them as enemies.

Under the gaze of actual malice, Brian walked out of the corridor, passed through the foyer, exited the front door, and walked out along the gravel road.

Then, he met Professor Snape who was walking over. He was wearing a black cloak, his face was sallow, and he was looking at Brian with a strange look.

"Professor Snape, good evening." Brian greeted with a smile, as naturally as if he met an acquaintance while shopping.

"...Good evening." Snape was silent for a moment, and then responded instinctively.

"I'm just here to meet with people. I won't disturb your gathering." Facing Snape's gaze, Brian said innocently, "Then I'll leave first. I wish you a good night."

With that said, Brian hurried out of the door, turned the corner outside the door and disappeared.

Snape frowned tightly, looked back, then slowly walked into the mansion and entered the corridor. The Death Eaters were filing into a large living room and sat down at the long table inside.

"So, what did Brian Foley do here?" Snape came over and asked in a low tone.

Several Death Eaters looked back at him, their eyes flickering, their expressions strange, and they said nothing.

Snape paused, then sat down with his cloak pulled back, his expression solemn, his eyes confused and thoughtful.

At this time, Voldemort came from the other side and sat down, and the Second National Death Eater Congress began.

Brian walked outside the hedge and looked back at Malfoy Manor, with a cold smile on his lips.

Yes, it is inevitable that Voldemort will invade Hogwarts this year. No matter how cautious he is, he will rush into Hogwarts after learning that Dumbledore is dead. After all, Hogwarts is a very special place for him.

"At Hogwarts..." Brian murmured, "That will be the best stage to perform a grand drama."

Thinking of Dumbledore's current state, his expression became sarcastic.

"I didn't want to do this..."

With a "pop" sound, Brian's figure disappeared into the alley.

…

The start of school was getting closer and closer, and Brian was still immersed in the knowledge of the Department of Mysteries, forgetting the passage of time.

At the same time, he submitted an application to Hogwarts, hoping that the school would allow him to leave school on weekends or nights when there were no classes and go to the Ministry of Magic to ensure that his internship could be completed smoothly.

This special application was finally approved, but the prerequisite was that his usual schoolwork would not be affected. Obviously, this was a piece of cake for Brian.

For the next year, Brian was allowed to use the Hogwarts fireplace to travel between the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts, which was indeed a lot more convenient.

Brian has also successfully figured out the Loyalty Curse these days. He has protected the entire Foley Manor and kept this secret in his soul.

Because he would be away from home for a long time in the coming days, Brian believed in the integrity of Voldemort and his Death Eaters, so he had to do a good job of protecting the Foleys.

Brian acted as the secret keeper and then personally told the Foleys the location of the estate.

"This magic is really amazing." Mr. Foley recalled, "If you hadn't told me just now, I couldn't remember where my home is... When you told me that it was right in front of me, I was simply shocked."

Mrs. Foley smiled and nodded, and she seemed to be in a happy mood.

"Mom, don't go to parties anymore..." Brian said hesitantly.

"Am I such an unreliable person?" Mrs. Foley put on a hurt expression and reached out to pinch Brian's face. "In fact, I have never been out of the house recently."

"Okay, I get it." Brian broke away from Mrs. Foley's hands and rubbed his face.

Brian is now taller than Mrs. Foley. Well, obviously, Mrs. Foley's height is very... well, low-key.

After ensuring safety, the Foleys also began to investigate hidden dangers in the manor, striving to create an absolutely safe environment.

On the last day before school started, things in the manor were finally sorted out. Mr. Foley also unearthed a large number of dangerous black magic items in the underground secret room of his home. It is unknown which owner left them.

Brian's luggage has also been prepared, and everything has been put into the small bag with the Infinite Extension Spell, just waiting to leave for King's Cross Station tomorrow morning.

Mrs. Foley was sitting silently at this time, not knowing what she was thinking.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Brian sat next to her.

Mrs. Foley squeezed a photo in her hand, rubbed her eyes and said, "Nothing, I just found a photo from before."

"Can I take a look?" Brian asked curiously.

"There is nothing that cannot be seen, but the relationship has been clearly established." Mrs. Foley said calmly.

Brian took the photo from her, a family portrait. A middle-aged couple stood on both sides, with two laughing big boys in the middle, holding each other's shoulders and looking out of the photo. There were two chairs in front of them, with two girls sitting on them. The girl on the left, who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, had a bright smile, and the other one, who looked to be only in her teens, pursed her lips and smiled quietly and softly.

Bryan turned the photo over and it read on the back: Prewett, 1967.

The teenage girl inside should be Mrs. Foley. She looks almost exactly the same, but now Mrs. Foley is much more mature and has more of an elegance and calmness that have accumulated over time.

Brian glanced at the other girl. She had some freckles on her face, was not tall, and was slightly thin. She was smiling heartlessly.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Brian pointed at her.

"Yes." Mrs. Foley pursed her lips and her expression became colder.

"Can you tell me what happened that year?" Brian said softly.

Mrs. Foley's eyes were a little dim, and she said with a confused expression: "It's all over. It was just a contradiction created by ideas, and a fool who was vacillating and almost messed up everything."

"If you want to know, I can tell you about it."