novel-bin Chapter 82 Loyalty Has Its Rewards and Its Consequences
Chapter 82 Loyalty Has Its Rewards and Its Consequences
Chapter 82 Loyalty Has Its Rewards and Consequences
After a good night's sleep, my dizziness and leg pain subsided. Just as I was about to head out to find something to eat, I found myself unable to move my legs.
Outside the door, there were people, young and old, men and women, all with taut faces and eyes that looked at people like creditors looking at debtors, devoid of any expression, only gloomy.
"You're Owen Carrot?"
Owen didn't answer immediately. Instead, he pulled his large wand from his pocket and tapped the tip of the wand on the ground.
Blue flames appeared instantly, then rapidly expanded outwards, passing through the bodies of these people before disappearing into the distance.
This is a move that only two people in the entire wizarding world can pull off: one is the Dark Lord, who used this method to select loyal subordinates back then, and the other is Owen now. After he fully mastered the Fiendfyre spell, the Dark Lord taught him this move, so it seems that he had been preparing for it for a long time.
But now it seems that these people's loyalty to the old demon king has never changed. Not a single one of them was burned. They're really—are they brainless fans?
The Fiery Curse, both in its color and manner, directly awakened the memories of this group of people. Without hesitation, they knelt before Owen. Many of them were extremely excited, and their eyes, which had been numb, turned into fiery ones when they looked at Owen.
The only flaw is that the boy has black hair; if it were white—
"Everyone, rise."
Owen waved his wand and put it into his pocket, and everyone was lifted up by the levitation charm.
"Don't rush to give your opinion, let me finish—"
Owen sat down, and the stone on the ground turned into a chair, supporting him perfectly: "Although I studied dark magic with Grindelwald, I do not agree with his philosophy, because times have changed."
This opening remark turned the fiery gaze into one of astonishment.
"I would never do something like ruling the world, because it's too tiring and I have no interest in it. But I am very interested in making huge sums of Galleons to improve our quality of life. I don't know how long it has been since you have had any contact with the outside world. Let me put it this way, in my eyes, the current magical world is rotten to the core, so rotten that I have absolutely no interest in taking control of it. Instead of spending time and effort taking over this mess, I'd rather rebuild it from scratch, which is what I'm doing right now."
"This is something that can't be accomplished in one or two generations. It might take four generations or even longer. So I allow you to make a choice: to leave or to join."
The information came too quickly and was too impactful, leaving people somewhat overwhelmed. However, in the silence, someone spoke up: "Lord Owen, without our help—"
"I'll feel more relaxed."
Irving's reply was quick, even somewhat ruthless, almost pointing his finger at them and saying they were superfluous. But then he changed the subject and continued, "You are the old man's subordinates, loyal for decades, even half a century. Now that the old man is retiring, I can't let you suffer the same fate. So even if you retire, you will receive a sum of money to ensure your livelihood."
If we share the same stance, then the loyal ones should have a good ending.
These people who had followed the old demon king for decades did not simply disperse even during the decades he imprisoned himself. Instead, they hid themselves, waiting to be summoned at any time.
"I'm willing! Even when I'm old, I still have my son and my grandson!"
With someone making their choice, the rest was simple. Only five people chose to withdraw, and Owen didn't make things difficult for them. He took out the Galleons he had prepared beforehand from his pocket, handed them to them personally, and sincerely thanked them on behalf of the old devil.
"Sir, what should we do next?"
"Simple, just follow my instructions."
Upon returning to England, Owen did not go back to the castle, but instead went to the Ministry of Magic and found the triumphant Minister Fudge.
"Owen!" Fudge exclaimed excitedly, "My God, my God, you know what? You were right about everything! Now a lot of people have high hopes for me!"
Owen chuckled softly: "You think they're good? That won't do, Minister Fudge. What you need isn't anyone's approval, but recognition and following. Coincidentally, I happen to know some very capable people. I think—they can join the Auror Office and form a team that reports only to the Minister."
After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands lightly, and a group of wizards under the age of thirty walked in. These people were all third-generation members of the old demon king's subordinates, and were young people with considerable strength carefully selected by Owen.
They're just not used to smiling yet, so their presence there is somewhat intimidating.
"this----"
"Mr. Minister, power only works effectively when it is in your own hands. You will need them for the upcoming arrangements."
Fudge's eyes lit up: "Great! Is anyone else here?"
"some----"
More people came in, but these people were a bit older. It has to be said that the profession of wizard is actually quite similar to traditional Chinese medicine. The older you are, the stronger your abilities become, because wizards have a relatively long lifespan. They come of age at seventeen and are still in their prime at sixty. Someone like Dumbledore is over a hundred years old, which is the age when he is the Dark Lord.
"Minister, you can arrange these people as you see fit. They don't need to hold very high positions, but they must be solely responsible to you. It won't be long before you need anyone's approval."
Fudge was thrilled. Although he wasn't quite up to the task of being a minister, he was very familiar with the Ministry of Magic and quickly arranged for all the people Owen had brought to start work that day.
"Dear Owen, are we really going to do this? You know, the Ministry of Magic's finances are a bit tight."
If he could, Irving would love to press his face against his and deliver a killing curse!
"Minister, money is the least important thing. Think about it, how many Ministries of Magic are there in the whole world? When the British Ministry of Magic was in charge of other countries and regions, would it be short of money? What you need to do now is to recruit more people and expand your influence."
"I understand, but Owen, you have to help me. I—I can't gather that many people right now—"
"Of course, Mr. Minister, I will take my time to find it. Now, let's begin our plan."
After Sirius Black's matter was resolved, the next step was to clean up the dark wizards in Britain, mainly focusing on Knockturn Alley. The purpose of this was to drive these dark wizards out of British territory and then secretly put pressure on those pure-blood families with ulterior motives.
Meanwhile, the pure-blood families who joined Irving's side early on because of their children lived a very comfortable life, because the market is limited, and when some people leave, others will naturally enter.
The most powerful force in this group is the Malfoy family, who were the first to pledge allegiance to Owen. Malfoy is currently very busy, traveling between various families and searching for items on his list.
That's right, the search for Horcruxes hasn't stopped, it's been ongoing, but this task has been handed over to Damascus and Sirius. Damascus is looking for other things, while Sirius is focusing on Hufflepuff's Cup and Slytherin's Trinket.
Finally back at Hogwarts, Owen lay on the bed, and several of the big cat's legs were on his back, stomping back and forth with even force. This was a new skill the big cat had learned, and it was quite effective.
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