The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 504 Black Griffin Clan Emblem

England.

Oxfordshire in the northeast.

There is an abandoned manor that Muggles cannot see.

This place was once very prosperous in the 18th century.

Because it is the estate of the Gamp family.

But one day in 1718, the manor was deserted overnight.

More than two hundred years have passed, and the place is now dilapidated, overgrown with weeds and vegetation. Rodents love it so much that they have turned it into their den.

At dawn, a black light suddenly shone on the dew-covered grass.

The black light, like flowing water, shimmered on the ground, forming a circular magic circle.

"Whoosh!"

A flash of light.

Yurik Gamp stood on the magic circle, appearing out of thin air!

He was still dressed in the same black cloak, his eyes revealing a hint of nostalgia.

When he faked his death to deceive everyone, he deliberately left a magic teleportation array in the manor.

Today, it came in handy.

It was transported from the Arctic Ocean to Britain in Europe!

"The Slytherins of today are the purest of the pure."

"But let's not forget those ancient things..."

Gamp murmured something like an aria, and stepped into the dilapidated villa.

There is a secret room inside.

It houses the ashes of generations of the Gamp family.

Yurik Gamp set rules for the family.

"A member of the most powerful family in the European wizarding world was not buried with anyone after his death!"

Even Hesper Gump, who married into the Black family.

Even after her death, she could not be buried with her husband, Sirius Black II, but was instead returned here.

Gamp's order was deliberate.

He used the ashes of the Gamp family to create dozens of family crests.

The family crest is a black round plaque with the symbol of the Gamp family printed on it.

A golden griffin.

And Yurik Gamp's own family crest.

It was a black griffin.

It's exactly the same as the one the Eskimo has.

Yurik Gampo once gifted each of his trusted confidants a black griffin.

To ensure their own safety.

May their family prosper for generations to come.

It is also proof of those people's loyalty to the Gamp family.

Today, Gamp personally took out dozens of tribal emblems.

Go tell them: I'm back.

Gamp spoke softly to the tribal emblem, and the black griffin on it seemed to understand, its eyes shining with golden light.

Dozens of clan emblems sprouted small wings and flew into the sky.

As Gamp watched the tribal emblem disappear, a venomous and malicious glint appeared in his triangular eyes.

"Experience what it feels like to be abandoned by everyone, Moriarty."

With the family crest in those people's hands, they will naturally target Moriarty.

"You will soon find out that the families of England are not headed by Slytherin."

Gamp spoke slowly as he walked out of the manor.

Gamp disappeared, his body flashing with black light.

Gamp reappeared, standing in a huge circular room.

At a glance.

Everything here, including the ceiling and the floor, is black.

Twelve identical, unmarked, and handleless black doors are set apart at intervals in the surrounding black walls.

Some candles with blue flames adorned the walls, their cold, flickering light reflected off the gleaming marble floor, making it appear as if there were pools of black water on it.

"Click~"

A black door was opened.

An old, white-haired sorcerer walked out from inside.

Gamp smiled happily: "Matthew, it's so good to see you."

"What wind blew you to the Department of Mysteries, my minister?"

Matthew bowed deeply; he looked very old and had been appointed to the Department of Mysteries since the 19th century.

"If I hadn't come soon, my Ministry of Magic would have been divided up by two little kids."

Gamp walked into the black room with practiced ease, followed by Matthew. After they both went inside, Matthew closed the door with a click.

With a loud rumble, the circular wall began to rotate.

In a matter of seconds, the walls spun rapidly, and the blue flames blurred around them like neon tubes.

Then, just as suddenly as it had at the beginning, the rumbling stopped, and everything returned to calm.

What came into Gamp's view was a blue band of light; he could see nothing else.

A black light flashed in Gamp's eyes, and the blue light band turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The entire interior of the house turned black, and Gamp surveyed his surroundings.

"Brain Hall".

He said.

"Whoosh—"

A door opened automatically.

The door leads to a square room.

The interior was very bright.

The room was almost empty, with only a table.

In the very center of the room was a huge glass tank filled with dark green liquid, and many white brains were slowly floating around inside.

"The Hall of Death"

Gamp turned around, and a door opened automatically.

This door leads to a larger room.

The interior was dimly lit, and the ground in the center was sunken, forming a huge stone pit, about twenty feet deep.

Stone steps surround the entire house, like stone benches, descending gradually step by step, each step very steep, just like a lecture hall.

In the center stands an archway that looks very old and dilapidated.

A tattered black curtain or drapery hangs there, swaying gently even though there is no wind.

Gamp's gaze lingered on the curtain for a few seconds, then he turned his head with a smile and said, "The locked room."

The door did not open automatically this time.

Instead, the sound of metal clashing rang out.

It looked like an iron bar had hit the lock.

Gamp showed no sign of anything amiss, as if he had known from the beginning that the door couldn't be opened.

"Time Hall".

Another door opened.

The room was filled with beautiful, sparkling, diamond-like light. Clocks could be found on every surface.

The room was filled with a rapid, incessant ticking sound from all sorts of clocks.

Inside a giant grandfather clock, a bird is constantly born and dies, showcasing the cycle of time.

Deep inside the room were all the time-twisters of the Ministry of Magic.

Gamp reached out, and a giant black hand appeared, taking away all the time converters.

Having done all this, Gamp acted as if nothing had happened and continued, "The Hall of Prophecy."

The door opened automatically once again.

Gump did a lot of shady stuff when the Ministry of Magic was being built.

As the head of the Ministry of Magic, the Department of Mysteries could not disobey Gump's orders.

The Hall of Prophecy was a huge, cold room, as tall as a church, filled with towering shelves.

The shelf was filled with prophecy balls.

Including the prophecy about Voldemort and Harry Potter.

Gamp didn't even glance at it.

Truly proud wizards always disregard prophecies.

"Planet Hall".

A shout, followed by a crash and screams, rang out from the Planetarium.

Then the door opened.

It was completely dark inside, but the explosion of Pluto seemed to be right before my eyes.

Gamp examined the room carefully for a while, then turned to face the last room.

A small office.

Office of the Director of the Department of Mysteries.

It was Gamp who personally decided on it.

"Who is the current director?" Gamp asked Matt.

"Minister, his name is Stan. He knows nothing; he's our puppet."

Ma Taiwei stepped forward casually, as if tossing away trash: "Should we cripple him?"

"It's time for you to step up," Gump said casually. "Of the Ministry of Magic's eight important divisions, five have been taken by two children. The Division of Mysteries should show its strength."

Gamp heard about Moriarty from Night View.

And upon returning to England, it was easy to see reports of justice and the law.

With his exceptionally keen political sense, Gamp immediately realized that Moriarty and Lilith had both infiltrated the Ministry of Magic.

The reason I returned to the Ministry of Magic this time is to cut off the "hand" that has infiltrated the Ministry.

Matthew had been in the ministry for almost a hundred years, so he was naturally familiar with the situation there.

He said, "I understand, Minister."

"The Slytherin boys need no introduction. The Ministry of Magic has never been something Slytherin could touch, otherwise the four leaders wouldn't have parted ways with us."

"But? Should we also attack the girls from the Pilivik family?"

Upon hearing "Pilivik," Gamp's eyebrows furrowed and rose even higher.

"Next I'll go to the Pillivic family, and then the Crouch family—I won't let the descendants of my loyal men spend their lives in prison—and Azkaban was founded by me."

At this point, a murderous look appeared on Gamp's face.

"The Gamp family hasn't fallen so low as to be unable to protect even the families under its control!"

After finishing his speech, Gamp was about to leave.

He instructed Matthew: "I'm entrusting the Department of Mysteries to you."

Ma Tai bowed deeply.

"The Department of Mysterious Affairs will always be your right-hand man."

"The Silent One and I will always be your servants."

Many dark figures flickered in the four rooms: the Brain Hall, the Time Hall, the Prophecy Hall, and the Planet Hall.

They have a unified name: the Silent Ones.

The wizards outside never knew what the Silent One was doing.

neither knows.

With a flash of black light, Gamp had vanished.