People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 237 Magic is power

Everyone thought it was all over, after all, the three warriors for the Triwizard Tournament had been determined.

Their attention was more focused on the four ghosts that appeared.

There is no doubt that these ghosts are all dead.

After all, the mother of the famous savior is in it.

She was so familiar with the Slytherin Headmaster and Potions Professor, and their ambiguous eye contact was so intense that no one was willing to blink or look away.

The exposed Harry Potter made them feel as if James Potter had been reborn and caught cheating.

But even with such excitement, nearly half of the people still paid attention to the other three ghosts.

Two of the twins looked exactly like the Weasley twins, except that their hair was browner.

The name Prewett, which was once prominent but has now disappeared from the wizarding world, is not unfamiliar to the Slytherins who are obsessed with the theory of bloodline.

Soon the Slytherins began to buzz with voices that spoke of the history of the Prewetts, and the whereabouts of the only surviving Prewett.

Molly Weasley's last name before marriage was Prewett.

Before Ron realized that the Prewett brothers were his relatives and before Ginny could take her eyes off her boyfriend, the Weasley twins ran onto the field and pulled up to the Prewett brothers.

"Are you my mother's relative?" "Should we call you uncle?"

The Prewett brothers raised their eyebrows at the same time. "Why do you say such stupid things?" "After seeing our faces."

Four identical faces began to talk.

The black-haired Slytherin boy, who was being watched warily by everyone, said nothing and looked in the direction of the Goblet of Fire, as if there would be some changes.

And Bagel was very disappointed.

The novel version of Barty Crouch Jr. undoubtedly knew about Voldemort's past.

He had a more special feeling towards Voldemort. It was more like a feeling of loneliness in the world and finding another better kind of his own, and longing to be recognized by him.

He knew that the Dark Lord and he had a lot in common. Both had very disappointing fathers... very disappointing fathers, both had inherited their fathers in disgrace, both had happily... very happily... killed their fathers.

He knew Voldemort so well, even including his disgraceful past.

But that's clearly not the case with the movie version of Barty Crouch Jr.

Otherwise, before Dumbledore and Harry's spell touched Tom Riddle, Barty Crouch Jr.'s protective spell would have blocked it in advance and would have gotten rid of his disguise.

"What bad luck, I didn't collect little Barty's memory."

'But there's something more interesting.'

A thousand paper cranes flew up tremblingly and disappeared into the air.

Bajir raised the corners of his mouth, and the blue light of the Goblet of Fire flickered in his azure eyes.

Suddenly it turned red.

The next second, everyone's eyes were focused on it.

Including Lily, Harry and Snape who were still acting out the triangle drama of 'You deserve it, I don't deserve it, stay away from my mother', and the Prewett-Weasley twins who were discussing the techniques of pranks.

There was a uniform sound of people sucking in cold air from Beauxbatons.

Dumbledore stepped forward and held out his hand.

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and her hand holding the note trembled, "Ali. Ali"

"Albus, you--" Professor McGonagall wanted to step forward, but saw Dumbledore quickly put away the note.

With everyone's eyes focused on the note, Professor McGonagall was not the only one who noticed Dumbledore's gaffe.

"You're crying! Dumbledore, you're crying!" The black-haired boy, who had been as quiet as a puppet, had his delicate features distorted and a ferocious smile like a beast bloomed.

His words seemed to have lifted a fig leaf, and the discussion about Dumbledore's tears and who the dead man whose name began with Ally was instantly spread among the crowd like an acute infectious disease.

And Dumbledore quickly read out the information on the note, as if he was trying to hide something.

"Heroic Spirit: Ariana, Contractee: Fleur Delacour."

Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the note did not spontaneously combust without fire, but turned into flaming words hanging high in the sky, and that the flaming gate appeared smoothly as he spoke.

Looking at the red-haired girl in a skirt carefully walking out of the gate, the white-haired old man's eyes were extremely gentle.

Just as he was about to get closer and say something, Furong's scream rang out.

It was a phoenix spreading its wings, ready to fly, and a mark made of intricate lines appeared on the back of her hand.

The final mark, the appearance of the contractor seemed to have triggered some mysterious mechanism.

The four marks emitted a bright light, and the four people raised their hands unconsciously.

Four stars gathered on the ceiling.

It was as if a veil was lifted, the stone ceiling lost its grayish-white color, and the vast sea of ​​stars and its shadows surrounded the crowd.

Not only them, but all the wizards on earth were immersed in this strange scene.

After receiving the message from the thousand paper cranes, Fudge and his companions were ready at the Ministry of Magic, ready to make trouble for Dumbledore by taking advantage of the situation.

Voldemort being nursed by Peter Pettigrew in his cradle.

Grindelwald crouched on the stone slab at the top of Nurmengard.

Newt is teasing the Winged Demon in the United States.

Said the mud-boom wizard from Aligado.

The Taoist priests and monks from the Dragon Kingdom who said "Wulian Tianzun" and "Amitabha".

An Indian wizard who chants the names of 'Brahma', 'Lord of Innocence', and 'Lotus Born from the Navel'.

'Ulla' a Russian wizard drinking strong liquor.

Wizards with different languages, regions, cultures, and magic systems are now connected together, transcending the definition of space and wandering in this boundless sea of ​​stars.

It’s not like no one has tried to use magic to test everything around them.

But the plasma beams of various properties that appeared from the small wooden sticks, hand gestures, seals, and rings were all swallowed up by the gauze-like sea of ​​stars in front of them, without causing a ripple.

Then, the light appeared.

coming.

What's coming?
Before I had time to wonder further, the answer automatically appeared in my mind.

The ruler of the subconscious sea, the creator of the sky-curtain beast, the Lord of Creation, the Immortal God is here!
A tiny point of light among countless stars, it attracts everyone's attention like a towering mountain.

The moment my eyes fell on it, all the causes and reasons became inexplicably known.

A game!
Give it a try!
a chance!
A game combining the dead and the living!

An attempt at destiny!
An opportunity to have it all!

Four warriors, four heroic spirits,
Three great things that must be accomplished!
The almighty power that makes all wishes come true is at the end of the game.

The dead are resurrected and the living achieve their wishes.

The sea of ​​space closes.

The wizards returned to reality, as if everything had returned to before it happened.

But now, all wizards' eyes are turned to the Scottish Plateau located in western Europe and northern Great Britain.

Hogwarts, the starting point of the sacred competition and the place where the fruit of wishes is!
The tall, white-haired old man stood behind the French girl, "Fleur Delacour, I will do everything in my power to bring you victory."

The big black bat gnashed his teeth and leaned over to whisper in the ear of the person he hated the most but also cared about the most, "Po Te! You must win!"

In the Riddle mansion, Voldemort in his cradle was terrified and excited. He ordered the servant beside him, "Go find little Barty! Cedric must be the winner!"

Emerging from the Floo, dust flying, next to his mother who was like a little girl with tears in her eyes in front of his brother, the red-haired boy looked at his friend, "Harry, I have to help Krum!"

Krum looked at Ron, Karkaroff who had already hidden aside, and then at Fleur's supporter, the greatest white wizard, Albus Dumbledore. He instantly lost confidence.

The red-haired girl gritted her teeth, "Ron, you better go help Harry!"

"Ginny~" the red-haired boy hesitated.

"Harry's failure would not have been possible without your help!" the red-haired girl said seriously.

"Ginny, you--" The red-haired boy was halfway through his sentence, looking towards the entrance of the hall.

The sound of rapid footsteps came closer and closer.

Led by Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, followed by a pink toad-like woman and several strikers.

Fudge changed his usual amiable attitude and became aggressive. "Dumbledore, you are in big trouble, the biggest trouble ever."

Pink Toad echoed, "This is not only known in the UK, but also in other countries."

"So?" said Dumbledore calmly.

"So," Fudge said, a smile spreading across his face, "the girl behind you, and the other ghosts must be under the control of the Ministry of Magic."

"We must catch the wizard who is hiding behind this and playing tricks."

All the students and professors looked at Fudge and his men as if they were idiots, but they seemed to be oblivious.

"Playing tricks?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "Why not be bolder? He is a god? He can bring the dead back to life. According to the deputy minister, his range has even expanded to overseas and even global magic. Why isn't he a god?"

"Aha!" cried Fudge, trembling with joy. "I've got you! You've got it all figured out, haven't you? That's why you're on his side! He is you!"

"How foolish I am." Dumbledore closed his eyes.

The pink toad looked happier than Fudge, and immediately gave orders to the striker behind him, "Did you hear me? Catch him now! He admitted it! From now on, I will be the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

"Shut up!" Fudge was a little angry, "When did I let you become the headmaster?"

In his eyes, Hogwarts is Dumbledore's bottom line, and he just wants to make Dumbledore lose face.

Just start with those strange ghosts.

"Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Kingsley, just ask these ghosts to leave."

"I am so stupid. Why should I be nice to a fool?" Dumbledore took a deep breath.

The dark-haired Slytherin boy floated over and sneered, "Isn't it obvious? It's ridiculous for a lion to try to be led by a sheep."

Fudge stared at Dumbledore with a stupid expression on his face, as if he was suddenly stunned and couldn't believe that such a thing had happened.

He uttered a choking sound, "What are you talking about?"

The pink toad turned into a red toad, "He's calling us idiots, Dawlish, Shacklebolt, Kingsley, catch them!"

Dawlish, a sturdy man with short gray hair, blinked comically like a timid little girl and asked Fudge for confirmation, "Take action against Albus Dumbledore?"

Fudge took a deep breath, and after noticing that Dumbledore had signaled the professor who had helped him to put away his wand, he mustered up a little more courage and said, "Yes."

He drew his wand, "Don't worry, I'm here. Dawlish! Shacklebolt! Catch him!"

The fancy, ring-covered palms clenched into fists, and almost as soon as the words fell, Fudge and the other three were pinned to the ground, as if an invisible heavy object was holding down their hands and feet. Their eyes were bloodshot and they were unable to utter a word.

The only surviving dark-skinned wizard named Kingsley bowed his head and said, "Dumbledore, I will obey your orders."

Dumbledore glanced at his sister, who had just realized her identity from the conversation, and his eyes became determined.

"Let's go to the Ministry of Magic!"

The crowd was instantly excited.

The black-haired Slytherin boy grinned as if he had found an extremely valuable treasure.

There was worry in the eyes of Mag and the others.

If Dumbledore wanted to be Minister, more than half of the people in the Ministry of Magic would definitely agree.

But the prerequisite is to follow the normal procedures. If force is used, most of the more than half of the supporters will use magic wands to resist.

Even though he is Dumbledore,
Before he could offer any advice, Fawkes arrived and Dumbledore disappeared in the fire.

Hermione lowered her head in worry. "Dumbledore is undoubtedly a genius, but is he really likely to succeed?"

Baqir said calmly, "Success is inevitable. Magic is power."
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The eighth floor of the Ministry of Magic - the main hall, is in a mess at the moment.

The 'corpses' of wizards and witches were scattered and limp everywhere.

In the center of the fountain is the Magical Brotherhood, with the Minister and Deputy Minister hanging upside down from statues of centaurs, goblins and house-elves looking adoringly at the statues of wizards and witches.

The sound of footsteps rang out on the marble floor, and the white wizard walked towards the elevator with his hands behind his back.

The pace did not stop at all.

The plasma beam-like spells that flooded towards him seemed to hit an invisible wall before touching his body, bouncing in all directions and returning to the surrounding wizards and buildings.

Ministry of Magic, Level 7 - Department of Magical Games and Sports.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I was greeted by banners everywhere welcoming Albus Dumbledore to lead the Ministry of Magic.

Ministry of Magic, Level 6 - Department of Magical Transportation.

Still so.

Ministry of Magic, Level 5 - Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Ditto, with Percy Weasley waving the Gryffindor flag.

Ministry of Magic, Level 4 - Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

Work normally, no one can see you.

Ministry of Magic, Level 3 - Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.

Singing and dancing.

Ministry of Magic, Level 2 - Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Director Amelia Bones and Arthur Weasley walked into the elevator and led the way.

Ministry of Magic, Ground Floor - Minister of Magic's Office and Support Office.

The figure walked straight to the Minister's office, where a nameplate with Albus Dumbledore's name on it had been hung in front of the door.

The white wizard sat down and pulled the headset from the table. His calm voice echoed throughout the Ministry of Magic, including the ninth floor (Department of Mysteries) and the tenth floor (Wizengamot Courtroom), which he had not visited.

"Now. Who is in favor and who is against?"

(End of this chapter)