The third generation of Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

Turn the iron basin back to a wooden table.

Argus took out the notes Voldemort gave him.

He only glanced at them briefly in the office, and his mind was shaken.

"It's a pity that your thoughts are too obvious."

Argus smiled slightly and started to use the brain block technique.

Voldemort's notes are indeed good things, and the knowledge in them is also real.

But for an eleven-year-old wizard like Argus, these black magics are too advanced.

Not to mention that if you don't pay attention, even if you concentrate, it's only a matter of time before you are occupied by evil thoughts.

But what he didn't know was that Argus's brain block technique level was far beyond his imagination.

As long as you don't deliberately study it in depth, it can be said that it's easy to simply understand the knowledge contained in it.

Even if Argus himself can't study it, there are Vita, Grindelwald and others!

It will be of great use to give it to them.

Immersed in Voldemort's notes, Argus suddenly woke up until it got dark.

He was amazed in his heart.

Sure enough, those who can become the Dark Lord are not simple.

There wasn't much that Argus could really learn, but even so, he benefited a lot from the afternoon.

The notes explained the origin of black magic in a simple way.

Before, Argus had always had a misunderstanding that the three types of black magic belonged to three different categories.

But Voldemort put forward a completely different point of view in his notes.

Whether it was a jinx, a poison spell or a curse, its essence was derived from the evil thoughts of the wizard.

The difference was the strength of the evil thoughts!

For example, the front teeth were like a big stick, and the grinning mouth was like a loud noise. They seemed to be just small jinxes, but in fact they were weakened or decomposed versions of many curses.

Many seemingly unrelated spells, through Voldemort's explanation and integration, became the underlying foundation of a large number of complex black magic.

"It's getting late, let's go eat something first."

"We have to go to the Forbidden Forest for confinement later."

Argus closed his eyes and cleared the evil thoughts that eroded his brain.

Recalling the conversation with Voldemort in the morning.

From Voldemort's words, it can be known that he should have guessed the hiding place of the Philosopher's Stone.

I didn't act rashly because I was worried that if the action failed, it would alert the enemy.

So I had to go there in advance to get information.

Unfortunately, Argus, who was familiar with the plot, already knew what was hidden inside and didn't plan to take any risks.

Just wait until next week to meet Voldemort and simply reveal the existence of Fluffy.

The existence of the three-headed dog was sold once, and the origin of the three-headed dog was sold once.

Maybe the method to deal with the three-headed dog can be sold again.

Selling one piece of information at three prices, this deal is a big profit.

As for Voldemort's resurrection... that's a headache for Dumbledore.

Even in the original book, Dumbledore knew what Voldemort was planning, and revealing the news himself was just to speed up the process.

A remnant soul can't make waves!

After dinner, I followed Hagrid to the Forbidden Forest.

Nothing happened along the way.

In the next few days, the peaceful life made Argus feel unprecedentedly relaxed.

Until the last day of confinement, Argus received a letter from Vita Rosier.

The letter informed her that she had acquired several shops in Diagon Alley with good locations and could open shops at any time.

Apart from that, there was no other information.

For most wizards, owl messaging is not the best choice.

Especially some important information, which is too easy to leak!

Vita knew about Argus's situation and did not dare to express the current situation of the saint in the letter.

Prepare to find a suitable time and place to discuss the next plan with him.

The same is true for Argus.

After learning that the location of the store has been chosen, he plans to talk to Hagrid in the Forbidden Forest at night about the purchase of magical animal materials.

...

Late at night.

After patrolling with Hagrid, the two walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Argus spoke.

"Hagrid, if you have time these two days, you can pack up the materials you want to sell."

"When the time comes, I will directly use the traceless extension spell to take the things away, so you don't have to run back and forth again."

"Ah! You really want to buy it! I thought..." Hagrid showed a hint of surprise on his face.

"Think I was kidding you at the time?" Argus said helplessly.

"I haven't mentioned this to you these past two days because there are still some things to deal with in the store."

"Rather than letting you work hard for a long time without knowing where to send it, it's better to leave it in the hands of you, the master of magical animals."

"Your maintenance methods are much better than those so-called scholars!"

Agus was praising and flattering, obviously looking for a free scapegoat, and someone was responsible for the problems with the materials.

He said it as if he trusted Hagrid very much.

Through Hagrid's big beard, you can clearly see his face flushed with shame.

Scratching his head.

"I'm sorry, Agus, I shouldn't doubt my friends..."

"It's okay, I'm only eleven years old. It's normal to have concerns when discussing big business with a little wizard like me."

"I forgot that you are only eleven years old. Sometimes I really feel like I'm talking to an adult wizard."

Hagrid sighed: "Agus, I suggest you communicate more with Harry and other peers. Little wizards are too mature and it's easy to lose the joy of childhood."

"I'll consider it."

...

The next day.

Although Jagers slept very late last night, his biological clock still made him get up early.

When in Austria, Vita would urge him to do morning exercises every day.

At first, Argus didn't take it seriously, thinking that wizards only need to focus on magic.

It wasn't until he and Vita practiced magic that he found that even if the opponent didn't use magic to counterattack, he could still make himself helpless by moving his body.

Only then did he understand that for a wizard, the body is as important as magic.

Even as strong as Dumbledore, he couldn't get rid of the constraints of the body.

Since then, except for some special circumstances that caused him to be unable to get out of bed, Argus almost exercised without fail.

After a day of class, Argus found a problem.

The dormitory space is too small, and it's okay to read books or something.

If you want to practice magic, I'm afraid you'll make a lot of noise.

"It seems that if you want to practice magic, you still have to go to the Room of Requirement."

Argus remembered that there was a legendary place in Hogwarts Castle.

The Room of Requirement, also called the Room of Coming and Going.

Legend has it that it sometimes appears and sometimes disappears, and you can only go in when you really need it.

It will be arranged according to the needs of the visitor, and even the Marauder's Map cannot be displayed.

"If we practice there, we won't have to worry about being discovered by others."

Just do it!

Argus put the notes Voldemort gave him into his arms, and with the characteristics of the Room of Requirement in his memory, he found the tapestry of "The Troll Beats the Fool Barnabas with a Wooden Stick" on the eighth floor of Hogwarts Castle.

After making sure that no one saw him on the way, Argus said to himself.

"I need a place to practice magic."

Across the tapestry, a very smooth door suddenly appeared in front of Argus.

There was no sign.

"Hogwarts really has a lot of secrets!"

"With this place, I don't have to hide when practicing magic or doing any experiments in the future."

Argus chuckled. Push the door open and enter.