I Just Become The Richest Man: Received an Admission Letter from Hogwarts

Sean was silent for a while, then sent Hart a message to pick him up. Not long after, Hart appeared in the principal's office.

"Master, do you know?"

Sean nodded:

"Come on, take me to the scene to see."

Hart didn't speak, and after letting Sean grab his arm, Displacement disappeared into the office.

The scene in front of Sean faded, and he found himself in an old wooden house.

It's a small wizarding community where Sean's staff live.

At this time, the Aurors were going in and out, and when they saw Sean, they all nodded.

Sean didn't speak, he walked in quickly with Hart, and came to the scene of the crime, Sean couldn't bear to narrow his eyes.

The scene can only be described as appalling, there are scratches on the ground and walls!

It should be the behavior of the deceased because of pain before dying.

The expression of the deceased is even more distorted to the extreme, and the expression after death is almost crazy.

Sean looked at the traces on the ground, and there should be three or four people who broke in and tortured the deceased.

They obviously didn't get the answer they were looking for because the female employee didn't know Sean well.

She is only responsible for selling mobile phones and recharging, so she doesn't understand the core stuff of Sean at all.

These Death Eaters should have gotten the answer without "Five Seven Seven", the woman was tortured to death, and then the Death Eaters ran away.

Sean sighed:

"Does she have any family?"

The Auror in the distance nodded:

"There are also two No-Maj parents."

After hearing this, Sean flashed a strange look in his eyes and nodded:

"Hart, you go back and give her parents enough money to settle down, and you buried her well."

During the conversation, Sean came to the back of the Auror who was talking just now, and with a flick of his wand, the wand from the Auror's waist was thrown out.

Sean stepped forward, pointed at the Auror with a curse, and said coldly:

"Who are you?"

The Auror was shocked:

"Master Sean, I'm Auror Witt from the Ministry of Magic's Illegal Wizarding Division! You...what are you doing?"

The surrounding Aurors also leaned over, watching Sean and Witt vigilantly.

Sean looked at Witt and asked in a low voice:

"Who are you?"

With that said, Sean looked at the other Aurors beside him and said:

"Do you all know him?"

The Aurors nodded in recognition.

"I'm from the Eagle Country! My family is from the Eagle Country!"

Witt looked worried.

"Come on, get me some Veritaserum."

Sean held his wand in one hand, lowered Witt's neck, and reached out to the Aurors for Veritaserum.

Veritaserum is something that Aurors carry around with them.

The other Aurors didn't say much, and immediately put the Veritaserum in Sean's hand.

After all, taking a sip of this thing means the truth of a day, and now the situation is special, I would rather kill the mistake and let it go.

Sean took the Veritaserum, pressed Witt's mouth open, and poured the Veritaserum into it.

"I'll ask you again, who are you?"

"Dolphin Roll"

The surrounding Aurors were shocked, after all, they didn't notice anything wrong with Witt!

The Aurors took out their wands and aimed them at Rolle.

"Tell me, what are the Death Eaters here to ask?"

Sean looked at this guy who was stubborn in the face of death.

In fact, when Sean got the Veritaserum, he was already a little hesitant, after all, Luo Er pretended to be too similar.

That innocent expression made Sean think he guessed wrong.

The reporters around the filming scene also came over like cats smelling fishy.

"I don't know, the great master didn't tell me, just put me undercover at the Ministry of Magic."

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar!

The Aurors knew in their hearts at this time that they were in big trouble!

I'm afraid the Ministry of Magic will investigate all the Aurors thoroughly this time!

"Take him up."

Sean asked everything, sighed, and let the Aurors take Roll away.

"Master Sean, you are amazing!"

The leading Auror even gave a thumbs up with a look of admiration.

The reporters next to him immediately asked:

"Mr. Sebastian, how on earth did you find out that something was wrong with him?"

"Yes! You talk about it!"

"Tell me about it!"

Looking at the dozen or so reporters with short guns, Sean really feels like he's back in the 21st century.

Clearing his throat, Sean said lightly:

"Only wizards in the United States speak No-Maj, and wizards in Eagle Nation speak only Muggles."

"So I doubt him, very simple."

After all, Sean asked Hart to take him out of the scene and back to Hogwarts.

As soon as they returned to the office, the principals asked with concern:

"How about Sean? Did you find anything?"

Sean nodded:

"The Death Eaters have invaded the Ministry of Magic, and the Ministry of Magic should be overwhelmed. This should be what Voldemort wants."

Ah was busy until the principal rubbed his chin:

"But why would they attack your employee? It's not good for him!"

"And the information that can be asked from employees is very limited. Voldemort should not do such a meaningless thing."

Sean sighed, sat on the chair and said:

"For whatever reason, tomorrow everyone will know that Voldemort is back, and the magic world of the Eagle Kingdom is going to be in chaos again."

Not long after Sean sat down, Howell called.

Sean suddenly had a bad feeling and answered the phone immediately.

"Master, the team of Aurors who just escorted Rolle... all sacrificed..."

"bump!"

Sean hit the table in a circle and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:

"Has anyone been found?"

Howell said helplessly:

"No, they were very fast. They killed our unsuspecting Aurors almost instantly. After saving Rolle, they left at the speed of light."

Seanxuan picked up a few Aurors, and just ten minutes ago, the leader gave him a thumbs-up smirk.

"Bugs in the gutter!"

Sean hung up the phone and couldn't help cursing.

Sure enough, as Sean guessed, Voldemort had already acted to hide in the dark and kill.

He doesn't know how to play with his brain and tricks, and he can only kill people in the dark to vent his anger.

Suddenly, Sean had a flash of light!

"I know what he wants to do!"

Sean immediately took out his phone and called Hart.

"Hart, let all Penguin Communications staff rest immediately, and let them take refuge in Gringotts!"

"Except Gringotts, all other industries are closed! Especially the alchemists at the factory, protect them!"

"Master..."

Hart's voice hesitated:

"There are dead people, this time it's the person in charge of the factory, a pure-blood alchemist..."

Sean was shocked, and sure enough, Sean guessed right.

Voldemort doesn't have any clever tactics in that braised egghead, he just uses the fact that he is a terrorist to intimidate others...

Now all he has to do is tell the entire wizarding world that working for Sean is to die for!

He wants to isolate Sean!

Sean pondered for a while and said:

"Now, immediately protect all the staff under my command, and you are also careful, and it is not ruled out that he will attack Gringotts."

Hart hung up the phone and immediately went to carry out Sean's orders.

And Sean, at this time, is intensifying his research on the spell in the crystal ball.

While studying, someone knocked on the door.

Professor McGonagall walked in with a piece of paper:

"Sean, a student in Gryffindor's third year is on leave, the old man in his family has passed away, and he is going to a funeral."

Sean frowned:

"Is it unclear what's going on now? How can I let go of this situation?"

Professor McGonagall looked confused:

"The kid said he had a good relationship with his grandfather, and it would be cruel not to let him go."

Sean looked at the fake, a headache.

Now even if you want a professor to escort him, it's not enough, the professors are very busy.

Now that the professors, who are already busy on patrol and instructing the children to work, are inseparable, it is impossible to free up manpower to escort the children home to the funeral.

After thinking about it, Sean still signed his name:

"Tell him to be careful."

Professor McGonagall took the fake note, nodded and said:

"Sean, you're too nervous, You-Know-Who can't be so blatant so soon."

Looking at the back of Professor McGonagall leaving, Sean sighed:

"Just in case."

Now Sean is devastated by the bad news coming from all over the place. The enemy is in the dark and I am in the light, which is a very troublesome thing in itself.

After returning to his senses, Sean put on the crown of Ravenclaw and sank into the re-engraving work of the magic ball once again.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The next afternoon, Professor McGonagall came to Sean and said:

"Sean, take a rest, you should go out for a walk."

Sean came back to his senses and looked around blankly:

"Didn't I just start working?"

"You've been working 24 hours, it's Monday!"

Hearing Professor McGonagall's voice, Sean rubbed his eyebrows:

"It's so fascinated, it's time for 1.6 to go out for a walk."

With that said, Sean followed Professor McGonagall out of the office.

"Sean, what are you doing holding a crystal ball?"

Professor McGonagall looked puzzled.

Sean thought about it and decided not to announce it for now.

Now that Voldemort is staring in the dark, knowing too much can be a danger.

"It's okay, just doing some small research, why aren't the students here?"

Professor McGonagall pointed out the window:

"In gym class."

Sean raised his eyebrows, followed Professor McGonagall to the outdoors, and found that the students were practicing running, archery and other sports in an orderly manner under the guidance of Bain.

"These children seem to have been instructed by their parents to become more diligent."

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but continued with a smile:

"But I still don't understand one thing. No one said anything about Yuelingguo, and everyone seems to be tacit."

Sean nodded with a smile:

"That's of course. They wish there were as few people as possible to know about this kind of thing, so that there would be fewer people competing for it."

"So they're definitely not going to spread the word...yawn..."