Sign In To Hogwarts, I Lead The Magical Revolution

"I think about it, there seems to be such a treaty at that time."

Pulling out a sofa and sitting down, Amber rubbed his temples and said casually, "But what does this have to do with me?"

"The Cadmus family, did you sign this treaty at that time?"

As soon as Amber said this, everyone looked at each other.

They are not the head of the family, they have some inside information, and they do not have the right to know.

For them, something is deeply rooted in the soul and taken for granted.

For example, wizards are more noble than Muggles, and for example, wizards cannot show their traces in front of Muggles.

But going back to the roots has never been the forte of these Slytherins.

"Amber Cadmus, although we have a good relationship, I can't help you on this point. This treaty was signed under the witness of the twenty-eight families. All families that violate the contract will be punished by the twenty-eight families. Sanctions."

Seeing that Bock was being asked by Amber, March on the side stood up first and said coldly.

This accountability was himself planned by him.

If he could take this opportunity to drive Amber out of Slytherin in one fell swoop, even if it was only for a few days, it would be of considerable benefit to his plan.

"Sanctions from twenty-eight families? Are you worthy?"

Amber's unceremonious words almost ushered in the face of everyone, but Amber's next sentence was like a bone-chilling cold water that quenched the anger in their hearts.

"You may have forgotten that I am the owner of Cadmus

Not to mention that Cadmus has never entered the list of twenty-eight families from beginning to end. The contract signed by your twenty-eight families three hundred years ago has nothing to do with me.

If you want to impose sanctions on me, let the heads of your families come over and tell me in person.

You are not worthy! "

The livid faces in front of him made Amber smile even more sarcastically.

He knew from the first time he took this road that these rotten and conservative pure-blood families are the biggest cancer in the magic world right now.

For these people, they can either be transformed or eliminated, and there is no third way to choose.

"And if you want sanctions, you can give it a try."

"If I remember correctly, Cadmus has a one-vote veto in all the properties that Cadmus controls."

"It's not certain who will sanction who then."

After finishing speaking, Amber reached out and picked up the parts on the table and was about to turn back to the dormitory. He had too much energy today, and he was not in the mood to play with these guys in front of him.

"Go to hell, Amber Cadmus!"

Amber's indifferent behavior instantly angered Douglas next to him. He thought that the parts he stole at the risk of himself were enough to knock Amber out of the dust in one fell swoop.

But when he saw that Amber escaped the trial so easily, the string in Douglas's heart that had been tensing suddenly snapped.

Calling out Amber's name angrily, Douglas stepped forward, the pale green light of the wand in his hand flickering.

"Avada—"

"Oolong bite"

However, Amber was even faster. Before Douglas's Killing Curse could be uttered, a huge black mist burst out from the tip of Amber's wand and bit Douglas's body fiercely.

Douglas, who was bitten by the black snake, was lying on the ground, rolling and howling continuously, but his miserable screams did not attract any help.

"Is this what you call the rules? A person who bet on his family's reputation to be kicked out of Slytherin can openly appear in Slytherin's lounge, steal into the prefect's quarters, and even want to cast a killing curse on a prefect."

"This is the root cause of your so-called twenty-eight families' decline."

Amber sat back on the couch, and his anger was almost at its peak after all the mess of the day.

"Holding some so-called rules, paralyzing yourself with the honor of the nobles, and watching your family decline and die, this is what you call the twenty-eight pure-blood families."

Amber got more and more angry, he didn't intend to know these guys in general, but the endless entanglement made him ready to teach these short-sighted guys a lesson.

"Oh, by the way, especially you, Bock." Amber made a sudden realization, and nodded with his wand to Abraham Bock next to him, and said,

"If I remember correctly, the Bock family was famous for alchemy in the entire European magic world."

"At that time, your magical products were sold all over the world. In Romania alone, there were three magical animal breeding farms of your Bock family, which exclusively provided you with raw materials."

"But now? In the industrial chain that used to be all over Europe, there is only one Borgin Bock left. Even two dragon scales have to be purchased on the black market. How dare you keep your mouth shut and pure blood twenty-eight?"

"By the way, and you, fourth-year prefect Slughorn, I know you."

Ignoring the livid face of Abraham Bock, Amber pointed his wand again, pointing at a squat figure.

"The Slughorn, the family that sits on the cauldron."

"Even when Cadmus was at its peak, it was friendly with your family, because the potions produced by your family were the best in the wizarding world."

Hearing the glorious history of the family, speaking from Amber's mouth, Slughorn deliberately puffed out his chest.

"But now, let me see, the former Slytherin's dean is over ninety years old. After he dies, can you Slughorn still have a potion master?"

"At that time, the countless magical medicine secret recipes that you have inherited for thousands of years, is it the root of the re-emergence, or the root of the disaster?"

After hitting a circle of pure-blooded families, Amber stood up refreshed, and with a flick of his wand, the poisonous snake wrapped around Douglas instantly exploded into a cloud of smoke and disappeared into the air.

"If you want to talk to me about the rules, you have to be qualified. I am the owner of the contemporary Cadmus. Instead of holding any rules, it is better to think about your future."

"Oh, yes, and this guy."

Amber turned and saw Douglas lying on the ground like a dead dog, and then he remembered such a person.

"If anyone wants to use the Council of Elders to press me, I remember that as early as 1691, the Council of Elders announced the duel of wizards."

"I think about it, for families who deliberately violate the contract content after the duel, whether they are delisted or have their assets confiscated, check them carefully."

With that said, Amber stepped forward, and with a sudden wave of his wand, Douglas pulled it out in an instant, and then his neck crooked, and the whole person was completely breathless.

Seeing this scene, everyone took a step back, and no one could believe that Amber would kill people in public.

But just when a few people wanted to stand up and shout loudly, the rules of dueling of wizards in Amber's mouth made them shyly stop and hesitate.

But Amber didn't care about this, he fumbled for a while on Douglas's body, and took off a black necklace with a strange shape.

"No wonder I was able to save my life before. I want this thing. I'll make it clear to the Douglas family that this matter is not over."

After nodding at everyone, Amber walked towards the dormitory again, but this time, no one jumped out to stop him.

For a long time, the fig leaf of the pure-blood family's head, singing and dancing, was naked, revealing the inner core that was riddled with holes. Such an impact was enough for the students in front of them to digest it for a while.

After being silent for a long time, everyone dispersed silently. In Slytherin's lounge, only Douglas was left, weeping feebly.

And Amber, who had already returned to the dormitory, did not rest at this time.

After taking a shower, he sat on the sofa, casually playing with the gun parts in his hands, waiting silently for something.

"Boom thump-"

I don't know how long it took, just when Amber was drowsy, there was a sudden knock on the door.

When I opened the door, the person standing outside the door was Abraham Bock with a complicated face.

"Come in."

Amber wasn't surprised at the face that had been stabbed a few hours earlier.

This attitude left Abraham at a loss.

"certainly."

Amber poured two glasses of butter beer, placed it in front of Abraham, returned to the sofa, and said leisurely:

"Among those people today, apart from a certain scheming behind-the-scenes mastermind, you are the only one who came here with a purpose."

"But don't worry, I don't mind this calculation, or if you are really like those idiots and don't even have this calculation, you are worthless to me."

Abraham bowed his head and did not speak, but he had tacitly acknowledged the fact.

What Amber said is right. Unlike those old-fashioned guys who cling to certain contracts, Abraham knew from the first sight of some parts that this was an opportunity for the Bock family to re-emerge.

With his eyesight, he can naturally see the ingeniousness of the rune on some parts, and some of the designs are even more whimsical, which makes people complimented.

If other people are just to defend some of the so-called dignity of the pure blood family, then from the beginning, Abraham came for those technologies.

He can conclude that these technologies are the key to the re-emergence of the fallen blog family.

"Would you like to teach me these techniques?"

"How do you say it, it depends on how much your Bock family can pay."

Amber yawned. The voice is lazy and casual.

But the more casual this attitude is, the easier it is to attract Abraham's attention.

After all, the entire alchemy family in the magical world is not only a blogger, but this technology is unique.

The problem was thrown to Abraham again. At this time, he gritted his teeth, constantly weighing the pros and cons of both sides.

In the family, Abraham is also regarded as highly valued, and naturally he knows that the current Bock family is an empty shell.

When it comes to money and resources, the blogger family that is at the end of the shot may not be able to compete with Cadmus, which has been developing silently.

Up to now, there is only one road left.

Abraham stood up suddenly. Under Amber's gaze, he knelt down on one knee, clenched his right fist on his left chest, lowered his head and said aloud:

"If you're willing to give this technology to the Boke family, the blog family is willing to sign the blood deed, dedicate the family tree, and become a vassal of Cadmus."*