Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

He was sure that he had done his best to prepare, and his level might not change in a short period of time, but there was nothing to regret.

Moreover, he believes that he has gained many more important things than the results of the competition.

His eyes swept across the stadium where he had run countless times, the stands filled with familiar and unfamiliar people, and his friends in the front row who were waving and cheering him on.

He waved vigorously and smiled widely.

Just then, Mag, the patrolman, came up to him, wearing a hat with big shining red stars on it, and patted him on the shoulder gently.

"You've done well recently, Potter." The always strict professor said, "Play seriously and don't worry."

"Okay, Professor McGonagall." Harry nodded.

"Go to the entrance now. You are ranked very high." Mag said with a smile, "During the competition, if you encounter magic that may endanger your safety, your robe will trigger the defense and shoot a purple-red flare into the sky, declaring your forfeit. The security guard will arrive within 30 seconds, so just go for it. Go!"

As he trotted towards the entrance of the maze, he saw Cedric's tall figure out of the corner of his eye.

A loud voice came from the stands behind me. It was the host announcing the current score.

Every time a name was called, there was a burst of enthusiastic cheers.

At this moment, a black shadow quietly appeared at the end of the sight - it was a sturdy black mastiff, which just met from a distance and then disappeared.

But it was enough for Harry to recognize him.

The young man clenched his fists and felt the blood begin to flow faster in his limbs and bones, and his whole body was filled with strength.

"All warriors, please take your positions as soon as possible."

Dumbledore's deep and powerful voice was clearly heard by every warrior and spectator, whether nervous or relaxed.

It was from this moment that the maze composed of countless magical plants seemed to come alive, like a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws, inviting the young people in front of it to fight.

Then there was a short, powerful whistle.

The game officially begins.

This is the final stage of the tournament, and what is tested is no longer simple courage and wisdom, but the wizard's "choice".

Countless forks in the road and countless choices determine who can reach the finish line first and win beautifully.

Chapter 649 Time is the Passenger

The walls, which are three or four stories high and covered with vine-like plants, block out the light from the outside world and the sounds from far away, making every warrior who enters the maze feel as if they are in the deep sea.

After parting ways with Harry and Fleur along the fork in the road, Cedric walked along the gloomy path without the need for magical lighting, and blended into the dark environment.

Compared to the noise outside, the quietness here made him feel more at ease and comfortable, and his steps became faster and faster.

Moving walls, magic traps hidden under walls and vines, and devil's snares that occasionally attack from the darkness.

After going through many ups and downs, he felt a little bored looking at these maze levels which were quite tricky for students.

He easily dealt with these minor adjustments and walked briskly, treating all obstacles as nothing and walking on flat ground.

Compared with them, what he valued more was Furong who chose another way forward - they had agreed to a duel long before entering the venue.

A duel to decide who will win the trophy.

Although he doesn't like to fight for personal reasons, he still hopes to use this trophy to prove that he is the one who can shoulder the responsibility.

More precisely, the one who was more suitable than Doris, more suitable than Fleur, more suitable than all the other "competitors".

In his opinion, this is more important than the honor itself.

Soon, he arrived at the first level of the maze.

It was a sculpture lying across the middle of the road, with thick walls on both sides, blocking the road completely.

“Please make a choice, wisdom or courage?”

Sensing the warrior's approach, a cold female voice came from inside the sculpture, without any emotional fluctuations.

"The successful ones can move forward and enter area 2; the unsuccessful ones need to wait until the water droplets are full before they can pass through."

Water droplets gathered on the fingertips of his left hand placed in front of him and fell into the container below. About one-fifth of the water had already accumulated.

At this speed, it will take at least thirty to forty minutes.

This is no small number.

The obscure magic power lingered on its surface, making Cedric feel familiar and intimate - there was no doubt that this was a product of alchemy made by Lynn himself, similar to a puppet.

As for what wisdom and courage refer to respectively, the intelligent man has already guessed most of them.

“I choose courage.”

Without much hesitation, he, who was both skilled and courageous, chose to take up the challenge.

His opponent is a majestic poison-horned beast puppet.

The battle is about to break out.

On the other hand, faced with the same choice between two options, Furong chose the test of wisdom.

What greeted her was a complicated potion recipe.

She needed to find out what was wrong with this recipe.

Same time, different choices, the two warriors who were diametrically opposed and had the fastest progress both stopped.

Outside the court, the images on the big screen switched frequently, clearly showing the situations of each warrior.

Doris and the others in the stands were still sitting together, talking in low voices.

In the referee's seat, Dumbledore remained as steady as a rock, with no emotion on his face, looking towards the deep blue sky to the south.

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Central London, on the banks of the Thames.

Outside the tower, which has been rumored recently, men and women lined up in a long queue, including wizards and Muggles, one by one, handing in their invitations and passes and entering the tower in an orderly manner.

They were dressed in various clothes, with different skin colors and facial features. In less than half an hour, more than a thousand people arrived.

At the far end of the road, many Muggle military and police officers and the Ministry of Magic's strikers worked together to set up a control line to block passing vehicles and pedestrians.

And on the top floor of the tower, through the clean windows, Lynn and his companions were watching every move below.

The one who watched it most seriously was Brian.

For more than a month, he and his Auror team had been guarding here, directing the wizards, Muggles and goblins involved in the project to work overtime, which resulted in the construction of this magnificent spire.

Tonight, this place will serve as the headquarters of the Violet Society, announcing to the world the opening of a new era.

This will be a symbol, a platform that is no longer bound by the distinction between wizards and Muggles, magic and science, the supernatural and the mundane, but will serve as a platform for human wisdom and courage to explore the mysterious and unknown.

Brian's excitement was beyond words as his long-cherished wish was about to come true.

Also feeling excited were Sonya and Victor, who were standing on the windowsill with him, and Amanda and Alex, who were sitting next to Lynn drinking tea.

The Longbottoms were trapped under the Cruciatus Curse, Regulus was far away on the other side of the ocean, and Barty had been hiding his identity for more than ten years. Apart from Lynn and Euphemia, the only five of them had experienced the ups and downs of the Stargazers for more than ten years.

The word "hard work and great contribution" is probably not enough to describe the hard work and contributions they have made over the years.

But it was them, especially Brian who was usually carefree, who became a little anxious at this time.

Looking at the endless stream of people under the tower, he turned around and asked, "Nothing will go wrong, right?"

Amanda burst out laughing: "Do you remember how many times you've asked this question in half an hour?"

Her question drew a burst of laughter, and even Lin En, who had his eyes closed, was amused and opened his eyes, unable to hold back his laughter.

Brian scratched his head awkwardly and said defensively, "I am a little worried. After all, this is a big event that has never happened before. Aren't you worried, Lin?"

"I am worried too." Lin En said with a smile, a mischievous look flashing in his eyes, "But I'm afraid we are worried about different things."

He stood up and walked to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of whiskey, and poured two glasses. He held one for himself and slowly floated the other to Brian, the aroma of wine filling the air.

"There will be no problems with today's ceremony, and the establishment of the Violet Society will not encounter any obstacles."

He whispered, "The real problem is not in the present, but in the future, the unpredictable future."

Brian nodded as if he understood, took the glass and drank it all in one gulp. The thin layer of wine was not enough for him.

But before he could ask for more, Sonia took the glass away, leaving him no chance to drink more.

"That's enough. We have more important things to do later." She said in a flat tone, "This is not Birmingham, and these people outside are not our own partners. This is probably what Lin En is worried about - they are not reliable."

"Whether we are reliable or not is not important. What is important is whether we can create enough benefits for each other. Wizards and Muggles look completely different, but they are the same inside. The key to knowledge sharing is to make everyone understand that war brings the risk of destruction, while the benefits of cooperation are just around the corner."

In front of his most trusted partners, Lin En had no intention of making any official statements. He shook his wine glass and spoke out his real plans and considerations.

On one hand, there is a force that is enough to overturn the existing situation; on the other hand, there are the benefits of deepening cooperation. Only when both are combined can the current delicate balance last in the long run.

To achieve this goal, time is an unavoidable keyword. It can accomplish everything, but it can also destroy everything because it exists simply in the form of accumulation.

Time does not exist on a human scale, nor will it be erased with the extinction of humans. Time itself is existence and meaning.

A good start is half the battle, but only half the battle.

Brian, who is very straightforward, may not understand this, but there are people here who can understand this.

For example, the mature and steady Victor.

He, who had not joined the conversation, suddenly pointed out the window and said in a neither loud nor soft voice: "The Queen's motorcade is coming."

Chapter 650 The Wisdom of the Elderly

Even for wizards, the Queen of England is not a very unfamiliar title - after all, the vast majority of wizards are not actually completely separated from Muggle society.

Although she is no longer the actual decision-maker in this Muggle country, her reputation and status remain high.

Her arrival greatly surprised the delegates from various countries. When she walked into the conference hall, which was at least five times larger than it looked from the outside and could accommodate thousands of people, more than half of the people left their seats and stood up to greet her.

Including Mr. Akinbade sitting at the podium at the front of the long table in the venue, and the two hosts, Minister of Magic Amelia and Prime Minister Mr. Major.

The three of them left their seats at the same time and stepped forward to welcome the distinguished lady, as well as Euphemia, who represented the organizers and accompanied her into the venue with Lynn.

Following closely behind were the dignitaries from various countries who were sitting on the rostrum and in the front row below, as well as the directors of the society who would be announced at the ceremony - they were all seniors with experience and reputation in both the wizarding world and the Muggle political and academic circles.

The Queen arrived at the right time. Only a few seats in the middle of the podium were still empty, while the rest were full.

She shook hands with Amelia and Mr. Akinbade politely and enthusiastically, and with just a few words, she made the atmosphere lively and cheerful.

The reporters who had been waiting for a long time naturally would not give up such a great opportunity, and the sound of shutter clicks continued.

Not only British newspapers like the Daily Prophet, but wizard media from all over the world will definitely make today's meeting their front-page headlines. This is a day that is destined to go down in history books.

The Queen, who had long been accustomed to grand occasions, was not surprised at all. She asked with a smile, "Miss Fox, when can I see my dear Lynn again? It has been several months since we last met. I am looking forward to meeting him."

"He will be here soon, but now we have to greet a very prestigious elder." Euphemia said politely.

"Very prestigious... Albus?" The Queen nodded thoughtfully. "Indeed, we should go and greet him."

"Your Majesty, although Headmaster Dumbledore will serve as the Vice-President of the Society, he will not be present today." Euphemia shook her head. "It is Sir Nicholas Flamel."

The Queen was a little surprised. The Prime Minister stepped forward and whispered something in her ear, which made her look suddenly enlightened.

"It's amazing that you invited him, a living fossil." She said gently, "I am looking forward to this magical society more and more. John, let's go over there."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Prime Minister bowed his head respectfully and walked with the Queen to the pre-set VIP seat.

It was not until she sat down that the guests resumed their previous lively discussion, but the content of the discussion changed.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

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Lin En naturally did not intend to treat the queen badly, who had always been supportive of him and the wizarding community.

But it was indeed inconvenient for him to attend the occasion just now, so Euphemia, who was of suitable status and position, took his place, while he himself went to the room on the top floor to greet his long-lost teacher.

——Then he was hit with a stick, not too hard or too light.

"If you hadn't wanted this old bone to protect you from the wind and rain, you would have almost forgotten about my existence, right?"

He had just walked out of the fireplace, and hadn't even put his walking stick back on the ground when old Nico's dissatisfied accusations came first.