Chapter 395 The Real Target

Chapter 395 The Real Target
"You're welcome," Haierbo said with a deep and incomprehensible light in his eyes, "Since we want to form an alliance to accomplish great things, we must maintain a spirit of sincere cooperation. It is impossible for you to contribute money and labor at the same time."

"Voldemort, I haven't finished yet..." Herbo continued.

At this moment, Herbo had demonstrated his control over the overall situation, and Voldemort was completely convinced of Herbo. He said softly, “Herbo, you speak, and I listen.”

"As I said just now, the werewolf force is no longer what it used to be. Even if you gather all the remaining werewolves and giants under your command, the strength is probably still far from enough. Do you want to consider other alien forces?" Hailbo said.

Voldemort pondered for a moment with a serious expression, and then he said, "I do have the idea of ​​recruiting goblins, but I'm afraid it won't be easy. Goblins have always refused to obey wizards. The only way is to use force to recruit them. Doing so will be like a prison break, exposing our existence, which will not be worth the loss."

Hailbo smiled faintly and said, "There are more alien races than just fairies. Don't you consider vampires, hags, ogres, banshees, and leprechauns? In the distant future, there are also dwarfs from Northern Europe and zombies from Africa..."

Voldemort said, "I have recruited some vampires before, but putting them together with werewolves is prone to trouble. Besides, there are still vampires and royal families who have survived to this day, and they are not easy to mess with. If you want to recruit them by force, I guess you will have to pay a heavy price."

“The ogres and banshees are too weak. I used to look down on them, but you’re right. With my current power, I don’t have the qualifications to be picky. Their fighting power is enough to make up for my shortcomings.” Voldemort made a decision quickly and began to think about recruiting ogres and banshees. He said, “As for leprechauns, dwarfs, and zombies, forget about it. Leprechauns are not good at fighting, and dwarfs are too scattered and difficult to gather. Zombies are too stupid and difficult to command.”

Hailbo nodded in agreement. "The two forces you chose are indeed the most suitable. According to my intelligence, they are not currently targeted by other forces. Then, target the ogres and banshees. Do you need me to do anything for you?"

The Ministry of Magic has always had relevant departments to manage alien issues, such as the Goblin Liaison Office and the Centaur Liaison Office in the Department for Control of Magical Creatures. However, ogres and banshees are too rare, and their communication with wizards is not deep, so they are not taken seriously by the Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic has always turned a blind eye to their lives and behaviors.

The same is true for the Order of the Phoenix. In the original book, Dumbledore had just learned from Harry that Voldemort had been resurrected, and within just one day he immediately launched a plan against the most aggressive and numerically threatening Dementors, werewolves, and giants, but completely ignored the possibility of other alien races being recruited by Voldemort.

Voldemort gave a cruel smile, "No need, I will do it myself."

Since there was no time urgency in recruiting ogres and banshees, it would be best not to delegate the task to others and make himself owe Hercule more favors, Voldemort thought. Moreover, deep down in his heart, he still could not completely trust these dark wizards.

"Well, let's get back to the topic—" Hailbo looked around seriously. Everyone knew that Hailbo was finally going to talk about the main point of today's meeting, so they all listened attentively.

"After talking about the short-term plan, now we need to explain our long-term plan - even our ultimate goal..."

Hailbo raised his right hand which was entangled by the giant snake with difficulty, stretched out his skinny index finger, and lightly tapped the air. A faint blue light slowly appeared from the void. As Hailbo waved his fingers, the blue light flowed like water, and towering mountains and valleys slowly formed, and finally combined together, as if Hailbo was a street artist.

As Hailbo's fingers stopped, the images began to solidify, becoming real and concrete, slowly forming a beautiful landscape. Everyone else stared at it intently, afraid of missing any details.

Morgan spoke first. She said softly, "Bhutan."

Hailpo showed a rare human expression and introduced softly: "Yes, the Kingdom of Bhutan, located high in the Eastern Himalayas - it is a country of incomparable beauty. Some of the important magic we study originated there. It is said that as long as you listen carefully, you can hear the secret words of the past."

Although Voldemort, who was born in the Muggle world, did not recognize where the scenery in the picture belonged to, as soon as he heard the name Bhutan, he instantly guessed where Bhutan was.

He began, "This is the headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards, right? It's also where the president of the International Confederation of Wizards was elected."

Voldemort was not familiar with this place, but he had heard of it. After all, in 1932, Grindelwald caused such a big stir in the election of the President of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Voldemort did a lot of research on Grindelwald's life and deeds after entering school.

"Everyone knows that it is the headquarters of the International Confederation of Wizards, and they also know about the sacred ceremony of the ancient election, but only a few people know... what role this place played in the wizarding world long ago..."

As Helpo spoke, clouds formed under the ceiling of the underground chamber. A castle in the sky could be vaguely seen between the clouds. It was there one second and disappeared the next.

"The Cliff Mountain City is a place that can only be reached with a specific portkey. The place where elections are held is in its square front yard, but not many people know that its truly important place is actually its last hall—"

(Note: The Cliff Mountain City is the author's translation. The original English name is Eyrie, which means an eagle's nest built on a high mountain. The official translation by People's Publishing House is Castle in the Sky, which is easily mistaken by readers as a floating city. In fact, it is just an isolated city built on a cliff.)
"Magisterial Chamber of Ancient Wizardry..."

In the third Fantastic Beasts movie in Schelling's previous life, Dumbledore and his crew relied on the prayer wheel door key in the Room of Requirement to go to the cliff city. The five big words "Ancient Magic Temple" carved on the prayer wheel have always been an unsolved mystery in the hearts of many fans, because this clue has not been well presented in the movie.

Now, Helpo has finally unveiled the mystery of the so-called "Ancient Magic Temple".

"Our real and ultimate goal is right here..."