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

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.

It was as if everything had returned to the time 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."

-

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)

Chapter 238 The Warriors and Their Investors

What's the hottest thing in the wizarding world right now?

Did Fenrir and his men become zombies in Knockturn Alley?

Was the largest magical creature part trading market in Knockturn Alley robbed?

Are they the Prewett brothers who have returned to the world?

Is it the love-hate relationship between Snape, Lily and Harry?

Is Albus Dumbledore Minister for Magic?

Is it a phenomenon of empathy occurring among the wizarding community?

Is it a god descending to earth?

Did Dumbledore publicly declare his support for the champion of Beauxbatons, and that the spirit of that champion was his sister?

None of the above.

What's hot right now is the game that can make all wishes come true and the Warriors themselves.

The first trial will begin on January 1 next year, the location will be in that boundless sea of ​​stars, and will be broadcast live again like the previous synaesthesia.

In order to face this trial, warriors, heroes, and their investors have made various preparations.

The warriors who are still students no longer need to attend classes and do homework with everyone else.

What they need is to communicate with heroes whose roles are unknown, and to strengthen themselves under the strict training of investors.

Investors, that's what it means literally.

Of the four warriors, the one with the most investors is undoubtedly Fleur Delacour.

With the greatest white wizard behind her, she is undoubtedly the favorite to win.

Not to mention that Dumbledore had no moral principles and mobilized all the resources of the Ministry of Magic.

Countless secret knowledge, exquisite alchemical props, and precious potions that can permanently strengthen oneself are used as nourishment for Fleur's cultivation in the most appropriate way under Dumbledore's coordination.

She was said to have been staying in the Department of Mysteries.

She will be involved in love, time, death, space (celestial phenomena), the power of thought, and more.

Baqir knew it was no rumor.

Through the sea of ​​dreams, he could see everything on the material level of the earth, and he saw scenes that were hard for him to imagine.

Dumbledore waved his wand, and the magical knowledge suitable for Fleur in the ocean of books that even a wizard could never exhaust in his lifetime turned into golden characters, which were poured into the snow-white brain in the "Brain Hall" that was swimming in the huge glass tank filled with dark green liquid.

The brains seemed to be spitting out flying ribbons with moving images, and the "tentacles of thought" were unfolding in circles like rolls of movie film, which would entangle Furong's body every day and leave a deep mark.

"I will give you all my love." Dumbledore said this, and the tip of his wand gently brushed over the imprint of his thoughts.

The thing called love heals the traces of thought.

The knowledge that was instilled into her brain also forcibly entered Furong's body in this form.

At the same time, the precious sand of time was scattered around, just to give Furong more time than other warriors.

Furthermore, those powerful wizards selected by Dumbledore from among many investors, under the guidance of the [Space Office], used countless precious materials to perform an astronomical ceremony based on Fleur's birth date, which lasted for three months.

This would give her the gift of being able to cast spells instinctively without the need for a wand.

The second in terms of investor quality and number is naturally Harry.

The title of savior is still useful today.

What's more, Lily was particularly popular among wizards of her age, and Snape was a master of potions and the head of Slytherin House.

When Dumbledore quickly took over the position of Minister of Magic, a number of wealthy and powerful pure-blood families were left with only money.

Some pure-blood families, such as the Malfoy family, who were unable to side with Dumbledore due to their stance, began to invest in Harry Potter.

Snape plays a position similar to that of Dumbledore, coordinating these resources.

The Slytherin Headmaster's office was enlarged by him using magic and alchemical props, and turned into a prison-like place for Harry's progress.

At the same time, Snape also rejected Ron's so-called help from Krum's camp.

He saw the danger at a glance.