Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

He glanced at their team and laughed:

"I heard you're going to participate in the competition, is that true, Longbottom? Are you planning to perform some clumsy acrobatics to make your enemies laugh so they'll let you go?"

Neville's face was still pale, but the trembling of his body suddenly stopped.

"I can! Vader said I can!"

"Oh?"

Malfoy said coldly:

"Then I have to say that his eyesight has been a little bad recently. It's time for him to take Potter's glasses and wear them."

"Get lost, Malfoy!"

Harry stepped forward with his fists clenched, and said angrily:

"Otherwise we'll have a fight now!"

"What are you doing?"

Professor McGonagall noticed the conflict and immediately strode over and said sternly:

"Malfoy, I remember you're not at this entrance! Get back to your team right now!"

"Got it, Professor."

Malfoy said reluctantly, glared at the two Gryffindors from an angle where the professor couldn't see, and walked towards another entrance next to him.

Professor McGonagall glanced at this mixed team of students from three houses and her tone softened slightly, but still remained serious.

"Please, at least be quiet today! Many people in the Ministry of Magic are watching your performance!"

Following her gaze, Harry and the others saw the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and also saw Wade who was also standing there.

Chapter 253: Vader will help us solve it

The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was short and dressed in a way that Harry thought was very strange.

He was wearing a purple striped suit and green pointed leather shoes, looking like a clown ready to perform on stage.

At this moment, he stood next to Dumbledore and felt tremendous pressure.

He saw the huge maze and the students whose eyes were eager to try and seemed to be eager to fight.

The changes in Hogwarts felt so strange to him.

It was two and a half years ago when he first took office and came to visit Dumbledore at the school, and he was still sighing that everything here was exactly the same as when he was in school.

But this time, he almost suspected that he had taken the wrong path.

More than one-third of the students, who were exceptionally active and well-ordered, were not wearing school uniforms, but instead were wearing soldier-like clothes that were convenient for strenuous activities.

Obvious muscles can be seen on their arms, and their wand holsters are tied in a position that is convenient for pulling out the wands. Some young wizards even carry something like a shield.

Each of them looked even more capable than the tall and thin Ministry of Magic employee next to him.

But what made him feel even more unfamiliar was Dumbledore.

This headmaster who had once gently instructed him, this elder who had repeatedly given in, this old man who sometimes even made Fudge feel he was already confused, seemed much colder when they met this time.

Even though he simply didn't smile much and his words became shorter and more direct, Fudge, who was planning to get rid of Dumbledore's influence, began to feel frightened.

So he couldn't even utter the original question, and instead started asking about the arrangements for the event.

On a lawn beside the Black Lake, the house-elves placed many benches and temporarily built layers of steps at the back.

At this moment, Dumbledore accompanied the visitors from the Ministry of Magic and sat on the chairs in the front, followed by the professors of the school, and the students who were not participating in the competition sat on the steps at the back.

Among the crowd, a blonde girl stood out.

Because she was wearing a strange and bright flamingo hat, her expression was a little dazed, and her tan clothes made her look like a giant bowtruckle.

Because of her strange outfit, other students would rather squeeze together than sit with her.

And in front of everyone was the tall wall of the maze.

Sitting in his seat, Fudge asked sincerely:

"What can we see while we sit here except the leaves on the wall?"

"Oh, I think Vader will help us solve this problem."

Dumbledore said lightly:

"I suppose you know Vid Grey as well?"

"Yes, yes...I saw this kid last time..."

Fudge looked at Wade who was busy in front of him and answered absentmindedly:

"I remember he was there when Peter Petillo was taken away from here..."

In fact, at that time, Fudge's mind was full of Peter, Sirius, more than ten years of injustice, who were Voldemort's loyal subordinates, etc., and he had no time to pay attention to an "ordinary eyewitness student".

After listening to his subordinates' discussion, he realized that the student was the inventor of various popular products recently. He felt so regretful.

At this moment, Fudge's eyes followed Vader's movements, hoping that he could hear them talking about him, and then take the initiative to come over and introduce himself.

— just like the senior students who watched them with eager eyes.

This way, Fudge could naturally give a few compliments, showing his ministerial demeanor and friendly attitude that he didn't have the chance to show last time.

To Fudge, the Malfoy family vault was like an inexhaustible deep well. Although there was a lot of water hidden underneath, only a tiny amount could be scooped up if a bucket was thrown in.

For this, he had to put on a smile and pay a price that he was originally unwilling to pay.

A young and talented alchemist like Wade, once discovered, would be a huge gold mine that could be converted into cash immediately.

But Vader never looked back.

He was just like an ordinary maintenance worker. No matter whether the person sitting over there was the Minister of Magic or the greatest wizard of this century, he turned a blind eye and just concentrated on fixing the three mirrors with a few people.

With a wave of the magic wand, the mirrors, which were originally more than one person tall, immediately began to grow larger, and soon became 10 feet high. Each mirror was almost like a wall.

"what is that?"

Fudge couldn't help but ask, he heard the Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors behind him couldn't help but start discussing.

"Um……"

Dumbledore was looking at the arrangements with admiration. He thought for a while before saying:

"Magic TV?"

Fudge: "...What?"

It's not that he didn't know what television was, he just wondered if Dumbledore had gone mad and made a mistake.

At this time, he heard someone say not far behind him:

"Please allow me to introduce to you, Mr. Minister, this is the latest creation of Mr. Wead Grey and his two friends, Mr. Fred Weasley and Mr. George Weasley, the magical version of television - Stream Mirror!"

Fudge turned around and saw Marchionne holding his hat to his chest with one hand and speaking politely.

He was stunned for a moment, and felt that he heard a familiar name——

"Weasley?"

He suddenly looked at the tall, thin, tatteredly dressed Ministry of Magic employee who was standing not far from him.

Arthur Weasley was equally shocked:

"Fred and George? My...my two sons? They're only in fourth grade!"

He actually wanted to ask if the gentleman had said the wrong name, but under the gazes of many colleagues, Mr. Weasley still managed to hold back.

Marchionne smiled and said, "Mr. Weed Grey is only in the second grade, and he invented the Book of Friends a year ago."

Arthur Weasley shut his mouth and sat down on the stool, still feeling incredible.

On the one hand, he knew that his two twin sons were indeed very smart, but on the other hand, he always suspected that one day he would receive a notice that they would be held back, expelled or expelled.

On the other side, facing everyone's curious questions, Marchionne calmly began to introduce:

"The stream mirror is a modification of the double-sided mirror. It can transmit images and sounds in real time. We will see their effects in a moment. It will definitely surprise you..."

"When I first saw it, I couldn't believe my eyes..."

"Mr. Gray and the two Mr. Weasleys have commissioned Aslan Magic Workshop to produce and sell it. Soon, you will be able to see it at home..."

"The price is a bit high? ...Sir, have you ever watched Muggle TV? Since Muggles can enjoy the fun of TV, why can we wizards only listen to the radio? Don't you want to watch Miss Celestina Warbeck's concert at home?"

"Think about the happiness it can bring you, the price is actually worth it... and a stream mirror can be used forever. On average, it only costs less than 0.1 Nat per day..."

Hearing the familiar words, Wade, who was busy, finally turned around to take a look.

He felt as if he saw the capitalist's hideous grin from behind Marchionne.

The service life of the magic flow mirror is indeed very long...but with the development of technology, who would still watch a 9-inch black and white TV?

However, everyone's attention was attracted by Marchionne and they didn't notice it at all, including Fudge who was paying attention to Wade just now.

Then, there was a sudden flash on the silver-white mirror, and a picture of a maze appeared.

Chapter 254 That's my son!

There was a burst of exclamations from the audience.

Some people who come from wizarding families treat Muggles as if they are dangerous creatures that emit poisonous gas. They have never been exposed to Muggle society in their entire lives, let alone watching their TV.

At this moment, seeing the scene inside the maze displayed on the huge mirror like a wall, I felt dazzled.

Even for the little Muggle wizard, it was the first time for him to see such a large screen, not to mention that the picture was as clear as looking in a mirror.

Some people thought that the wall had been made to disappear by magic, and ran to the side of the mirror to see if there was an extra hole behind it. Seeing that there were still dense bushes and leaves, they showed shocked expressions.

Although the game has not officially started yet, the audience's enthusiasm has been thoroughly aroused.

Afterwards, several other magnifying mirrors began to show images of other parts of the maze. The scenery inside was almost the same size as their original appearance, so close that people could almost smell the fragrance of the plants inside.

A hissing sound came from the two-sided mirror in the middle.