Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Chapter 237 Voldemort: Dumbledore can be this warrior, but I can’t be?

There are two types of smart people in this world. One is those who seem to be able to see into the future, figure out other people's inner thoughts, and know everything.

There are very few such people, almost non-existent.

The other type is someone who is well prepared and can handle whatever happens.

Voldemort was fully prepared at this moment. Regardless of what Dumbledore and Cyrus had planned, or whether Grindelwald sincerely wanted to cooperate with him, Voldemort had prepared a countermeasure.

Once he regained the power of the Elder Wand, Voldemort vowed never to lose it again.

But now, he should go and become a warrior.

Become a worthy warrior selected by the Goblet of Fire!

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Today, many wizards came to Hogwarts. The auditorium seemed to be twice as big as before. In addition to more than a thousand students, it was also crowded with wizard reporters of various sizes holding magic cameras.

Needless to say, people from the Daily Prophet. In addition, reporters from the New York Elf newspaper in the United States and the French Gargoyle Roar newspaper also gathered here. They set up flashlights and pointed them at the long picture above the auditorium. A big dining table.

Prior to this, Dumbledore had already decided against all odds to continue the third event, and now it was time for the Beauxbatons Secret School to choose their new warrior.

Little Barty, disguised as Maxim, sat upright on the chair early in the morning.

Of course, the reporters came here for the competition on the one hand, and on the other hand, they also came here to get some exciting news.

Not long ago, the scene when Cyrus defeated Grindelwald was recorded by a magic drone. Although most people did not see the duel between the two, that scene alone was enough to cause huge controversy in the entire magical world. The sensation!

In fact, for a long time after that, the "New York Elf" and "Gargoyle's Roar" were reporting on this matter in different ways every day. All wizards in Europe and North America had seen the vivid news in the newspapers. The scene where Cyrus knocks out Grindelwald with his wand.

These two newspapers have even spread to some other remote places.

Of course, Voldemort is also big news.

It's just that Fudge banned the Daily Prophet from publishing this type of news during this period, so the popularity was not very high. In addition, outside the UK, not many people cared about the Dark Lord.

But no matter what, Voldemort and Grindelwald are among the most terrifying wizards in the world. The news about them is naturally extremely explosive, which has also brought the competition's international attention to a huge level.

Nowadays, many people who have read the reports believe that Cyrus will be able to take over the title of the most powerful wizard after Dumbledore.

But at the same time they are worried.

——A game involves the four most powerful wizards. The meaning of the competition has long been more than just a game.

In fact, black curtains have once again arisen in many places. Grindelwald's hidden saints finally became active at this moment. They put up flags and announced that the man who influenced the world had returned once again. However, compared to half a century ago, they were much calmer this time and did not cause much commotion.

But even this caused panic around the world. Some older wizards were frightened when they saw those flying flags that covered the sky.

Everyone is worried whether this will be the beginning of another turmoil in the magical world.

Today, the light in Hogwarts Great Hall is dim.

The Gubrai fairy fire on the surrounding walls disappeared, and only the Goblet of Fire in the center emitted a blue-white cold light.

Harry sat on the chair and turned to look at the wizards gathered at the teacher's desk.

"so many people……"

Journalists, members of the International Confederation of Wizards, important officials of the Ministry of Magic, parliamentarians... they are all big figures they usually have no contact with.

"The whole world is worried that the Tournament may become the clarion call for another war." Hermione said, and the whole world in her mouth also included herself.

She said to Harry and Ron: "If you know more about the history of the wizarding world, you will know that Grindelwald was once a dark wizard who brought chaos to the world."

"But Cyrus has defeated him." Ron said, as if Grindelwald was not afraid. "We all saw it."

"That's because Cyrus is too strong, not because he is weak. What's more, Grindelwald's strength lies not in his personal force, but in his appeal. That is the power that can destabilize the world. In comparison You know, You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters are just a bunch of terrorists," Hermione said.

Voldemort's shadow failed to envelope the world decades ago, not only because he chose to stay in the UK, but more importantly, the pure-blood approach would not work after leaving the UK. He doesn't have enough ideals to make wizards from other countries willingly sacrifice their lives for him.

The conversation between them became quieter as more and more people entered the room.

Dumbledore walked on the bright red carpet, followed by important officials from the Ministry of Magic. Even the Minister of Magic, who represented the apex of power in the British wizarding world, was half a step behind Dumbledore.

"This is why Fudge started to choose to go against Professor Dumbledore." Hermione said in a low voice.

The famous wizards began to sit down, and Hermione and Ginny watched Cyrus sitting in his seat a little unnaturally. He was holding a snakewood wand in one hand and stroking a large, brightly colored snake with the other hand.

They knew the snake's name was Nagini.

When the reporters saw them appearing, they immediately surrounded them like sharks that smelled blood. The camera flashes lit up one after another like mirrors exposed to direct sunlight. It was very uncomfortable for people's eyes in the dark environment. .

"Mr. Dumbledore, is the mysterious man really back?" Several female reporters squeezed through the crowd and shouted at Dumbledore with their automatic writing quills.

With her taking the lead, the other reporters started asking questions not to be outdone.

"Mr. Sellers, did you really defeat the dark wizard Grindelwald?"

"Minister Fudge, could you please explain why the Ministry of Magic is silent on the return of the mysterious man?"

Fudge's face was not that good-looking. He was not as calm as Dumbledore. Those keen reporters seemed to have noticed this and immediately put most of the pressure on Fudge, hoping to induce him to tell a breaking news. .

"Minister Fudge, what is your conspiracy to conceal the mysterious man? Does this indicate that the Ministry of Magic is planning to surrender to the mysterious man?"

"The mysterious man is dead!" Fudge's whole face seemed to turn into pig liver.

"You mean that Dumbledore is alarmist. There is news that you are secretly saying that Dumbledore has dementia. Is this true?"

of course it's true!

Fudge stared at the reporter with wide eyes, wishing he could punch him to death.

Of course Fudge could say anything bad about Dumbledore behind his back, but what now?

In public, even Dumbledore was sitting not far away from him, with only one seat between them. He could even poke his own throat with the wand!

Under such circumstances, how dare you ask such a question?

Which newspaper reporter are you from?

Fudge really wanted to let this blind idiot go to Azkaban to accompany the dementors, but he couldn't do it because the reporter in front of him was from France and he couldn't control it.

Now, facing the reporter's sharp questions and Dumbledore's gentle gaze, Fudge could only shake his head:

"Of course not. Everyone knows that Albus and I have a very close relationship... I don't know what you heard. They are all rumors."

Dumbledore also interjected: "Connelly is right. In fact, if he had not always supported me, it is very likely that the third project would have been cancelled. I have always been very grateful to Connelly."

Dumbledore took Fudge's fat hand and showed a friendly attitude.

But the move drew him fire from reporters.

"Mr. Dumbledore, I heard that the relationship between you and Grindelwald is a bit unusual, right?" This reporter is also from France. Perhaps he was approved by Voldemort and deliberately came to embarrass Dumbledore.

"At the Christmas ball a few months ago, you and the dark wizard Grindelwald were still dancing?" The reporter smiled coldly, and the quill behind him was suspended. It seemed that as long as Dumbledore said a word, he would immediately He will write a big book and describe some details vividly.

But some people are not going to spoil them.

"What do you want to know?"

Grindelwald didn't know when he came to the auditorium. His silver magic eyes emitted a breathtaking power, and the powerful magic suddenly enveloped the reporter!

In an instant, the temperature of the entire auditorium dropped a bit, and the reporter felt as if he was being targeted by a ferocious beast, and forgot to breathe for a moment.

However, Grindelwald did not take action after all. He let out a cold and contemptuous laugh, then gave Dumbledore a vague wink and walked towards his position.

Grindelwald's appearance brought tremendous pressure to the people present.

But it has to be said that many reporters came just for him.

This dark wizard who once made the world turbulent created the illusion of death a few months ago, but now he appears openly in the game and has become a warrior. God knows what ulterior conspiracy he has?

But intimidated by the opponent's power, no one present dared to ask Grindelwald questions.

Fortunately, at this time, Dumbledore walked to the front of the table. His gaze swept over everyone present. Under his gaze, all the noise was suppressed. The auditorium was silent, and only the Goblet of Fire was left burning. the sound of.

Cyrus looked at this scene with interest while caressing Nagini, as if this experience was very new to him.

"Thank you all for coming to Hogwarts to witness the last event of the Tournament." Dumbledore said loudly, and his words echoed in every corner of the auditorium.

"There have been a lot of things going on in the game so far, and I'm grateful to Connelly for always supporting me," Dumbledore said.

Now, it can be said that the whole world is watching him.

"I believe that when you come here, you must want to know some truth——"

Before he finished speaking, Fudge stood up impatiently and ran to him to stop him from continuing.

"Albus..."

"We must admit that he is back, Cornelius, Voldemort has returned!" Dumbledore looked into his eyes and said.

"No, Albus," Fudge kept shaking his head. He didn't want Dumbledore to announce to the world that Voldemort had returned under such circumstances.

He knew his abilities very well. Being a Minister of Magic in peacetime was the limit of fishing in troubled waters. Anyway, he couldn't make any big mistakes. He could just quietly get re-elected and make more money.

But once the mysterious man really comes back, it will be difficult for him to take on a big role.

What's more, now Fudge may really not believe that Voldemort is back. He has deceived himself and is convinced that Dumbledore and Cyrus lied about the return of the mysterious man to seize his power.

It's like Cyrus has now become the actual controller of MACUSA!

"The mysterious man is just a lie! He is dead!" Fudge didn't want to become a puppet. He had already had enough of having to ask Dumbledore about everything.

After experiencing the taste of power, who is willing to let it go?

But he didn't dare to fall out with Dumbledore in person, it would only make the whole world laugh.

So his tone softened and he changed the topic.

"Albus, after all, there is no substantial evidence that the mysterious man is back. No matter what, we will discuss this matter later. The most important thing right now is to give the competition a result."

After speaking, Fudge did not give Dumbledore a chance to continue speaking, but waved enthusiastically towards Barty Jr.

"Dear Ms. Olim Maxim, please, please come here!" He was as enthusiastic as a brothel woman soliciting clients.

"I know that the previous rules have brought great injustice to Beauxbatons," Fudge said. "So we have discussed and decided to let Beauxbatons select new warriors to participate in the competition."

"Of course, Mr. Fudge, we appreciate your generosity and fairness."

Little Barty smiled warmly at him, and then walked to the front of the Goblet of Fire. The blue dancing flames left a half-dark shadow on his face.

In the long seats, Cyrus and Grindelwald both smiled as if they were watching a good show.

"Okay, then invite your new warrior and let him throw his name into the Goblet of Fire under the eyes of the whole world!"

Fudge was glad that he had wrested the initiative from Dumbledore; for the time being, he had had enough of the ghost of You-Know-Who.

He took the initiative to give up half of his body and sighed in his mind about Maxim's size.

"certainly,"

Little Barty's expression gradually became crazy.

He walked up to the Goblet of Fire and threw a piece of paper into the flames.

At this moment, most people thought that what he threw in was their own name. This Principal Beauxbatons, who has an unusual body shape, wants to take action personally to defend the glory of the school!

But they were both wrong.

After little Barty put his name into the Goblet of Fire, he half-knelt down in front of everyone's surprised eyes and raised his hands as if to welcome the gods!

"Come, my respected Lord Dark Lord!"

"The Goblet of Fire calls your noble name!"

"Wow!"

In an instant——

The flames of the Goblet of Fire rushed to the ceiling of the auditorium like a whirlpool!

Under the dome as brilliant as the starry sky, the blue flames bloomed like fireworks, leaving behind a dazzling name!

——Voldemort!

Under the flames, a figure wearing dark green robes slowly walked out of the darkness.

He walked alone through the entire auditorium, passing by everyone. As he walked, the cold air flowed around, making people shiver. Wherever he passed, magic wrapped around the throat like a snake.

Now, he walked in front of the Goblet of Fire, and dozens of masked black figures surrounded him, bowing at his feet.

He lifted the hood of his robe, revealing his true appearance.

"I heard that some people said that I was dead?"