HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

Chapter 65 The game officially begins

Cygnus turned lightly, smiled, and led Hermione and Theodore to the room on the left.

She gently placed her hand on the door handle, and the moment she pushed open the door, it was as if she had lifted the veil of a mysterious world.

The room was filled with a faint magical aroma, and every corner was filled with magic props that she had carefully researched in countless free hours.

"Come and have a look. These little gadgets are my latest masterpieces." A smug smile appeared on Segnus's lips.

She raised her hand gently, and her fingertips were hooked on an exquisite magic compass, which was shining with mysterious luster under the light.

She gently spun the compass as if admiring a piece of art.

"This little thing is really powerful. It can detect magical fluctuations within a ten-mile radius. It will be a great help in our pursuit of Voldemort."

She raised her eyebrows, her eyes revealing intelligence and ambition. This magic compass was just one of her many chess pieces.

Theodore carefully picked up the exquisite and unique wand, a look of obvious surprise in his eyes.

"This wand is really unique." He whispered to himself.

Segnus stood aside, with deep calculation in his eyes.

"Of course. This is a combat wand I made specifically for my elite team."

There was a hint of arrogance in her tone, "Look, the core of this wand is made of the horn of a basilisk. Not only does it increase the casting speed, but it also has a power that is far beyond the reach of ordinary wands."

Cygnus smiled, and with her slender fingers she deftly took down a plain crystal ball from a dusty shelf.

This is not an ordinary thing, it contains infinite magical power.

Her fingertips slid lightly across the surface of the ball, as if whispering to it.

Suddenly, the crystal ball, like an awakened elf, emitted a gentle light, illuminating the room.

The picture gradually emerged, showing Gareth Selwyn and the young Voldemort, both of whom were clearly visible.

Segnus's eyes were deep, as if he was staring at fresh prey in the eighth circle of hell.

Hermione and Theodore's pupils shrank slightly, and they looked a little unbelievable at the scene before them.

"This is amazing! How did you do it?" Hermione couldn't suppress her curiosity, with a hint of surprise in her voice.

Cygnus gently stroked the shining crystal ball in her hand, as if caressing a precious pet.

"Oh, this little treasure has extraordinary magic power." She paused deliberately, as if enjoying the expectant gazes of the two.

"It allows me to travel through space and see the people I want to see, no matter how deep they are hiding, even if they are doing something sneaky on the other side of the world."

As she spoke, she walked around in circles, her steps steady and graceful, like a lioness patrolling her territory.

The picture slowly focused, and the figures of Gareth and Voldemort vaguely overlapped in the dark corner, as if they were whispering unspeakable secrets.

Hermione and Theodore looked at each other nervously, frowning, feeling an invisible threat.

"Look," Cygnus said with a sneer on his face, "it looks like Selwyn is determined to get along with that dark villain."

She paused, "But this is good news - they become pawns on our next chessboard."

"Gareth Selwyn? The top student in Slytherin at the end of the first year?" Hermione blinked, puzzled. "Isn't he only in the second year at the beginning of the school? How come he can suddenly stir up such a stir?"

Cygnus squinted at Hermione, the corners of her mouth slightly raised

"Don't forget, we are only in the third grade. Age is just a numbers game. Ambition and wisdom are the real forces that can move the chess pieces on the board."

She spoke slowly, with an unfathomable light in her eyes.

Hermione was thinking about something.

Since first grade, Segnus has demonstrated her leadership and intelligence in an impressive way.

At that time, she thought it was a rare opportunity to meet such a genius, but she didn't expect that there would be another Gareth Selwyn.

Hogwarts is truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Theodore stood aside and smiled. He imagined, just think about it, Dumbledore, that saintly white wizard, actually cultivated three Dark Lords without knowing it. This is really... hilarious.

“Okay, we can’t just sit there and stare, can we?” Segnus winked slyly and waved her wrist nonchalantly, watching the light of the crystal ball dim little by little until the room returned to silence.

She walked briskly to the inconspicuous desk, and with her nimble fingertips she lightly plucking the pen like playing a musical instrument. The quill seemed to have spiritual power, and under her magical touch, it quickly wrote on the parchment.

Segnus waved her hand and raised her brows slightly, as if time was just a concept that she could play with.

"We have to move quickly. There is no time to waste."

Theodore frowned, flipped through the plan in his hand, and nodded.

"How do you plan to start? Which pure-blood families will you target first?" he asked curiously, his eyes following Segnus' figure closely.

Segnus picked up the note paper on the table and folded it skillfully, saying as he folded it:

"No matter how powerful Selwyn and Tom are, they are not a monolithic entity. There are always gaps that can be exploited."

She lightly touched the edge of the paper with her finger, revealing a tiny flaw. "Look, just like this piece of paper, no matter how tough it looks, it will break if you find the weak spot."

Hermione stood across from her, trying to follow Sensenas' train of thought.

"The Marginal Family, are those guys really reliable?" she asked doubtfully, with a hint of skepticism in her voice.

Cygnus smiled slightly. She knew Hermione's doubts. She leaned forward, folded her hands on the table, and looked determined:

"Influence can be cultivated. First plant the seeds in these marginal families, be patient, and slowly wait for them to take root and sprout. You will see that these seemingly insignificant details will be the steps to my success."

Voldemort? Chi He? Who cares? As long as someone stands in her way, she will not show mercy even if it is Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century.

"How long can these two guys, Selwyn and Riddle, hold on?" She seemed to be talking to the two of them, but also seemed to be talking to herself.

"I hope they can hold on a little longer. I don't want this good show to end so soon." The playfulness in his words remained the same, and there was even a hint of evil.

She stood up and walked to the window, looking at Percy Weasley who was still brewing potion on the other side. Her fingers unconsciously slid across the window, leaving a series of tiny ripples.

"After all, the fun of the game lies in the process."

Hogwarts is a place full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

Percy Weasley, that guy's strength is there, no one dares to underestimate him.

Think about it, in the O.W.L exam, who can get twelve Os in one go?

At Hogwarts, the name of the Weasley family is like an old but comfortable set of wizard robes. Everyone knows it and everyone is familiar with it.

Not only are they open supporters of Dumbledore, but all members of this family are Gryffindors.

But every family seems to have its share of eccentrics, doesn't it?

Percy Weasley, his eyes sparkled with a desire for power, that ambition that was unwilling to be ordinary and extremely eager for success, like a burning flame that could not be ignored.

Cygnus observed him carefully, a satisfied smile on her lips.

She knew this was exactly the kind of man she needed—smart, ambitious, and most importantly, determined to do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

As for the rest of the Weasley family, Cygnus was thinking about the twins.

One of them is a shrewd businessman, and the other is no less capable. Both of them have first-rate business acumen.

She imagined that if she could recruit these two people, it would be like adding wings to a tiger.

"Twins," she said to herself, don't they like to play pranks? Those little tricks are really child's play, but Segnus is not satisfied with them.

She wanted a game that would shock people.

What's the point of a little prank? If you want to play, just play a big one.

And Ginny Weasley, the girl in the same grade as Astoria, often caught Cygnus's attention.

Whenever Ginny's big, bright eyes were fixed on Harry Potter, Cygnus knew that the little girl's mind had already flown to that boy.

Sensei knew that if she wanted to win Ginny's support, she had to get Harry to do it.

She knew that in this game of power, every step must be taken with caution.

For her, anyone who can help her reach the top is a partner worth cooperating with.

She watched with a cold eye, and could even remain silent about the terrifying Voldemort, as long as he didn't stand in her way.

However, when her ambitions are challenged, even by her own brother Draco, she will never show mercy.

Not to mention Nott, Zabini, and Arcadia from Ravenclaw. For her, it's just a matter of whether they can be used or not. After all, people who can accomplish great things will not focus on love affairs.

Cygnus' world was buried by a sudden collapse of trust.

She once believed so firmly in the blood-thicker-than-water bond of family, but she never imagined that what would eventually pierce her heart were the sharp arrows of family affection.

Draco is certainly different from Chi He, but who can guarantee anything in this world?

She remembered that Chi He at that time always had a harmless smile on his face, with a reassuring light in his eyes.

But at the moment when she least expected it, that smile became a sharp blade, cutting through her last bit of fantasy about the world.

"Signus, what are you thinking about?" Hermione walked quickly across the room and stood in front of Signus, her brown eyes full of worry.

The sudden silence of Sensenas was like a pause button being pressed. She stood there frozen, which made Hermione's heart rise.

Hermione's brown eyes were like magnets, pulling Cygnus's wandering thoughts back.

Never mind. Look, everyone has been deceived by her carefully packaged illusion. Gentleness, kindness, and caring are all her costumes.

Even Hermione was attracted by her eloquent words and decided to go her separate ways from Weasley and the others, right?

Segnus sneered in her heart. She was never the pure and innocent little angel in people's eyes.

"Don't worry, Hermione, I'm fine," Cygnus patted the back of Hermione's hand gently, a hint of fatigue in his eyes.

"Just think about it, we have to start planning these big plans in the second grade, and I feel a little sorry to drag you along with me."

Hermione shifted uncomfortably, but Cygnus gave her a reassuring smile.

Then she sat down on the chair next to her again, motioning for Hermione and the others to follow suit.

Cygnus leaned on the sofa, her charming gray-blue eyes flashing with a cunning light, and the corners of her mouth raised, revealing a hint of mischief.

She broke the silence of the room with her lazy and seductive tone.

"How about we go out for some fun after we finish these things?" She said as she stretched out her fingers and gently drew circles in the air, as if she had already planned her future journey.

"Let's go to China. We haven't tasted Chinese food yet. There are also ancient buildings and mysterious traditional culture."

There was a hint of anticipation in her voice, and every word seemed to jump.

Hermione sat there, frowning slightly, as if searching for something in the long river of memory. She whispered to herself:

"China, that country with thousands of years of history, is really fascinating. By the way, what are the wizards there called?"

Segnus blinked his eyes gently and said calmly, "They are called Taoist priests."

A mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth as she thought of the "immortal" who was admired by everyone, her master.

In Daxia, people worshiped the so-called immortal, saying that he saved all living beings, but Segnus knew that it was just a joke.

She knew the true face of her master, that hypocritical guy, and the disgusting things he did behind the scenes. Only her, his disciple Chi Tang, knew best.

Taoist Qingxu, the old fellow who looks like he is out of touch with the world, is actually a pedophile.

She remembered those hands, those hands that seemed to be of Taoist origin, but they left indelible marks on her young body.

When I close my eyes, I can still feel the suffocating fear.

He even wanted to break Chi Tang's bones, so that she would never be able to practice, and let her bear the consequences of his actions.

Segnus clenched her fists, as if she had returned to that moment again, when she decisively attacked and killed her master with the sword. She closed her eyes, and the scene came back to her vividly:

In the dark secret room, the master's expression of shock and fear, and her determination to pierce his heart with the sword.

I can't forget the cannibalistic palace, nor can I forget the disgusting face of Taoist Qingxu. If even Taoism has declined, I can't believe there is any pure land in the world.

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