Hogwarts's Master of Mind

After Senior Sister Tom was eliminated, Senior Brother Tom, who was from the same origin as Senior Sister Tom, immediately noticed it.

"That woman has been eliminated, who was it?" Senior Tom began to be cautious at this time. After all, he had just obtained the power of chaos not long ago and he thought he was no match for Dumbledore, who had been using the power of the Deep Lord for more than 50 years.

But the fragmented information brought by his future self and her usual pride hurt him.

Because it was really awkward to talk to oneself, Senior Sister Tom only told him a little about the future, such as damn Prewett, damn Prewett, dead Prewett is the good Prewett and so on.

As for other matters, Senior Tom only knew that Lily Potter's son had rebounded from her own killing curse and that she had successfully resurrected fourteen years later, as well as some scattered information such as the names of loyal Death Eaters such as Severus Snape.

"What should I do? What should I do?" Senior Tom wandered in the hall of Riddle Manor with a troubled look on his face.

"Sir." The door of the manor was knocked and a familiar voice was heard.

Senior Tom waved his wand and the door opened, revealing a tall man with greasy hair and a pockmarked face, who walked in with a bored look on his face.

"Ah, Rookwood, my good friend, is there anything I can help you with?" Senior Tom eagerly pulled over the employee of the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

This man was the reason why he had held a ceremony to draw in the power of chaos some time ago, in order to corrode the contract from the Silent Slate and induce the Silent People to rebel.

"Lord, the old fox might have noticed my affairs, and he let Eleanor Prewett go early!"

Rookwood's gloomy and world-weary look made it impossible to discern his expression. At the same time, as a silent man who had conducted in-depth research on the power of the mind, Senior Tom was unable to read his mind.

"What? Your plan is actually related to the Prewett family. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Senior Tom, who is always graceful in front of his subordinates, rarely reveals his true colors because of this news.

"Because I'm not sure if you will keep your promise, because the secrets controlled by the Prewett family are too tempting!" Rookwood looked straight at Senior Tom. After all, the two were just partners.

"I can make a blood oath with you. I don't care about Prewett's treasure. I just want the Prewett lineage to be cut off!" Senior Tom was so anxious at the moment that he didn't have any extra time to make detailed arrangements.

"Okay." Rookwood nodded.

Then, Senior Tom took out his wand and drew a drop of blood. Rookwood did the same thing. The two drops of blood blended in the air and finally formed a small ring.

"Okay, the blood oath has been made. We can't stop the other party from achieving their goal. Tell me the news about Prewett!" Although Senior Tom wanted to get rid of the man in front of him very much, the power of the blood oath made him dare not act rashly.

"Each King of the Deep was established by wizards in ancient times. It is a gathering of redundant mental powers generated by the human operating system. There are a total of fourteen agreements, six of which turned into Kings of the Deep, six were made into silent slates by various countries, and two are missing." Rookwood began to reveal to Voldemort the truth hidden behind the world.

"The thirteenth one is missing, and the fourteenth one is controlled by the Prewitt family!"

"What, then what is the purpose of this agreement!" Voldemort asked eagerly, while tightening his wand in his hand.

"Legend has it that it can merge into a wizard's body and eventually transform into a new King of the Deep. Of course, the protocol may also operate on its own. This is how the six existing Kings of the Deep were born," Rookwood went on to explain.

Hearing this, Senior Sister Tom could no longer suppress the greed in his heart. Isn't this the immortality he longed for? The wand on his back lit up green, ready to keep this secret to himself.

Unfortunately, the power of the blood oath was immediately manifested. Countless chains stretched out from the ring on his hand and tightly strangled his hand holding the wand. This made Senior Tom extremely painful, but he did not dare to show it at all.

"Okay, tell me your plan, I will do my best to assist you, but you must remember, you must eliminate Prewett!" Senior Tom's eyes flashed with a light of hatred.

"Yes." Rookwood nodded. "I will create the illusion of a deep invasion in the Department of Mysteries. According to the regulations, Eleanor should be recalled. Then you will lead the team to capture Eleanor and use this to threaten the other two Prewetts to come over and complete the extermination of the clan."

Rookwood casually arranged the plan to kill the whole family. Voldemort thought about it for a while and found that there was really no better way than this.

"Okay, it's settled." Voldemort finalized the plan and began to implement it in full swing.

.......

It was Saturday, and on this rainy day, Rookwood went to the Department of Mysteries as usual with a portkey.

"Oh, Luke, good morning." The young ladies passing by greeted him.

"Hello." Rookwood smiled politely, like a normal office worker who would never leave stress to the next day.

Then he came to his office, which was located on the right side of the Prophecy Hall and closest to the Slate of Silence.

"Hey, Luke, there are a few new people here. Take them to the Silent Slate to complete the registration." A burly man waved at him.

"Okay." Rookwood nodded.

A few newcomers who had just joined the Department of Mysteries followed him and came to the room where the slates of silence were stored.

"Look, this is the greatest creation of wizard civilization, the Slate of Silence." Rookwood's voice was full of enthusiasm, and his uplifting spiritual power infected others, making them feel this heavy sense of mission.

"Avada Kendawa!"

The green lightning struck the newcomer closest to Rookwood, and then, with this newcomer as the center, the lightning chain connected the other people and took their lives together.

"How great it is! I'm so jealous that I want to eat it up completely." The spiritual power that was just so high now became very cold, like a low roar from the underworld, and Rookwood bareed his fangs at them.

He quickly took out the portkey made by Voldemort that was tainted with the breath of chaos and placed it near the stone slab, and then a thunder explosion triggered the portkey.

A chaotic atmosphere broke out, and the stone tablet detected his power at the first time and sent a message to all the silent people.

"Registered code name - Chaos, invasion location, the Silence Slate Room in the Department of Mysteries."

After the message was delivered, all the silent people felt a chill running down their spines to the top of their brains.

The thought that our homeland had been invaded and the enemy had reached it flashed through the minds of the silent people in an instant.

Then the portkey was activated, and Voldemort and a group of Death Eaters broke into the Department of Mysteries. Eleanor, who was also in the village of Biberil, put on the uniform of the Unspoken Man.

"Sensen, I'll leave Aiden in your care. I'm going to be out for a while." Eleanor ordered.

"But, Lady Eleanor!" Sen Sen wanted to keep her, but Eleanor had already Apparated and disappeared.