The Dark Lord's Rise

Ivan's face clouded over. He had been given the title of the most powerful man in the wizarding world, despite his glorious appearance, but he was not happy about it.

He knew full well that it was all a façade in protective mode, easily broken with a poke, and he was unsure how long it would scare Voldemort.

If Voldemort sensed that something was wrong and decided to test him again in a short period of time, he would be at his wit's end…

Ivan felt a headache coming on.

With his current level of magic, it would not be easy for him to make another major breakthrough. He had been hoping to use the Legendary Points he had painstakingly gathered to fuse with another bloodline to increase his strength, but Voldemort's sudden attack had completely disrupted his plans.

The only good thing was that the legendary title he got after the battle made up for some of the lost points, so he only needed two more.

Ivan took a sip of tea and opened the system's taskbar to see if there were any missions that could be completed quickly in the near future.

[Explore Hogwarts], [House-elves' Savior (setting up an army of house-elves), Dark Pawns (having an army of Dementors)…]

Glancing at the missions that were not completed, Ivan was momentarily troubled. None of them seemed to be something he could handle in a short period of time.

The first was to explore Hogwarts, a task that required one hundred percent progress, which Ivan found nearly impossible.

This thousand-year-old castle was simply too mysterious, hiding too many secrets for even the current Headmaster, Dumbledore, to fathom, let alone himself.

The task of saving the house-elves was not something that could be done now, and would have to wait until Dumbledore's death, when he would have to find a way to become Headmaster of Hogwarts.

The only other hope was the Darkling's mission, which was to gain the allegiance of a hundred Dementors and simply go to Azkaban.

However, how to convince these mindless Dementors to side with him was a problem.

Yvonne thought long and hard about it, but when she went through the list of tasks, she was surprised to find a new one, presumably activated last night and during her achievement.

The Dark Lord's Rise

Objective: Rule the British wizarding community

Task Progress: 17%

Legendary Points: 4

Task description: After successfully defeating Lord Voldemort, you will know that you are invincible and will no longer have any reservations. You will target the British wizarding world next and prepare to establish a new order.

Note: There is more to your ambition than meets the eye. An evil plan has been hatched in your mind…]

Ivan was stunned when he saw the taskbar, and he spat his tea on Dobby.

This stupid system must have short-circuited!

It was fine if others did not know the truth, but how did the system determine that he was invincible?

Not to mention that he hadn't thought about it at all… Bah, there was no evil plan to rule the wizarding world…

Yvonne kept complaining in her head.

Dobby, who had been splashed with tea, was momentarily stunned before he started screaming and hitting himself on the head with his broom.

"Bad Dobby… bad elf!"

"Don't be like that, Dobby. What are you doing?" Ivan was shocked and immediately regained his senses. He quickly snatched the broom from the elf's hand and asked in confusion.

"Dobby couldn't take care of his master… Dobby had to punish himself." Dobby looked terrified, his bulb-sized eyes filled with tears and his nose twitching. He believed that Ivan must have been upset with the tea he had prepared and thus vomited on him.

Ivan didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the house-elf's morbid way of thinking. "This has nothing to do with you, Dobby. I was just thinking of something funny. If anything, I should be the one apologizing…"

As Ivan was trying to calm Dobby down, the front door of the drawing room opened and Alicia, who had been out earlier, came in.

'What is it, Ivan? Has something gone wrong in my absence?'

As soon as she entered the room, she saw Dobby with his head down, looking as if he had done something wrong, and Ivan squatting patiently beside him with a helpless expression.

"No, it's nothing, just Dobby making a fuss," Ivan explained, shaking his head.

"House-elves are like that. You can't fix a habit you've had for years." Alicia sighed.

When Dobby first arrived at the house, he took all the housework away from them. He was so busy that he had to clean the floor several times a day.

She wanted to reduce Dobby's workload, but whenever she mentioned it, the house-elf would punish her with whatever she could get her hands on.

"By the way, Mom, how are Fran and the others handling the arrangements I made last night? Are the wizards at Knockturn Alley behaving themselves? Nobody causing trouble, I hope?" Yvonne didn't want to dwell on Dobby's affairs, so she got straight to the point.

Alicia had no intention of hiding anything, so she briefly explained what had happened that morning.

Due to the damage caused by the battle, even after half a day of repairs, the traces of the battle were not completely cleared, and the hundred-meter-long chasm remained in the square.

The wizards of Knockturn Alley had been scared out of their wits the day before. All of them had behaved themselves, and many had even offered to join them as part of the Regulators.

"It just so happens that we're going to need to recruit some more men as well, or we won't be able to manage the Ministry with just forty wizards," Alicia added.

"Yeah, let's do it." Yvonne nodded automatically.

Although they would be able to recruit some Aurors to work for them, they would not be very reliable, and it would be safer to use the Aurors themselves.

Ivan had the vague feeling that something was wrong.

Wait… when did I say I was going to hit the Ministry?

Before Ivan could ask, Alicia took a newspaper out of her wizarding robe and placed it in front of Ivan.

"This is today's Daily Prophet. You'd better read it…"