Chapter 1002: Hypocritical Show

The end of one event often means the beginning of another.

The violent Hungarian Treecrest Dragon was tamed, but some people's anger will not be easily quelled.

For example, Lucius, thanks to Moody's timely treatment, Draco was finally out of danger.

Coincidentally, Fudge came with the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Lucius sneered and walked quickly to them. "Connelly, I have to commend your 'innovative management'. This Triwizard Tournament is really well organized!"

Fudge frowned, "Lucius, this is a tragedy. No one wants this to happen."

"Really? One would hope so."

The senior officials of the Ministry of Magic looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up and say anything.

Umbridge, who was at the back, dared to do it, and thought it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

As long as she can help Fudge deal with Lucius, there is a great chance that she will return to the core of power.

"Old friend, I understand how you feel. Draco will receive the best treatment and he will definitely get better."

"Of course, my son will recover, but I think his scar will make headlines around the world. I wonder if it will be used as evidence in the Wizengamot hearing. What do you think, old friend?"

Fudge's consolation had no effect at all, and instead gave Lucius an excuse to make things worse.

This dragon rampage incident was completely different from previous ones because the entire competition was broadcast live and the Ministry of Magic had no way of covering it up.

There will definitely be trouble in France and Germany, and given the influence of the Malfoy family in the country, Minister Fudge may also need a hearing in the Wizengamot.

Although he may not necessarily be investigated, it would cause his influence to plummet.

Just as Fudge was still trying to figure out how to calm Lucius's anger, a voice like that of a little girl but particularly harsh suddenly sounded:

"Mr. Malfoy, we will give you an explanation!"

Fudge turned around and looked in the direction of the familiar voice, and saw Umbridge's short and fat figure squeezed out from among the senior executives.

She didn't look the least bit embarrassed and stood straight between him and Lucius.

"Under the wise leadership of Minister Fudge, we will soon be able to find out who is behind this!"

Lucius sneered unabashedly, "Huh - you said the same thing the last time the Goblet of Fire was tampered with, and the last time during the World Cup -"

"Stop." Umbridge's voice was high and shrill. "Mr. Malfoy, let's talk about something practical."

"What to talk about?"

"Compensation—no, compensation."

Fudge's eyes lit up. "Old friend, what has happened cannot be changed. In this case, why don't we talk about the future, such as the report on Draco's heroic fight against the raging dragon, or the new round of publicity for the Nobili brand."

What can truly move people's hearts is never about reason, but about interests.

Besides, Draco was no longer in danger of death, so Lucius had no reason to refuse the compensation he offered.

As for the specific plan, we can discuss it later. What is more important now is to comfort the victims at the scene.

After dealing with Lucius, Umbridge received Fudge's admiring look as she wished.

Perhaps it won't be long before she can return to the core of power.

There are quite a few injured people in the stands, and they all have varying degrees of injuries due to crowding and pushing.

The students who were successfully evacuated under Mag's command were also in particularly bad condition, as mental trauma was more difficult to heal than physical trauma.

Senior officials of the Ministry of Magic expressed their sincere concern and care for the audience. This heartwarming scene was once again transmitted to the global wizarding community through live broadcast.

As a bystander, Vincent watched all this coldly.

It's already this late and you're still thinking about putting on a show.

"Ah..." He sighed softly and looked at Draco who was carefully carried onto a stretcher by professional doctors.

It is wrong to exploit loopholes in the rules, but it does not warrant such retribution.

"Let's go down." Vincent tightened his hand.

Hermione's pursed lips never relaxed.

Perhaps they were extremely disappointed with the Ministry of Magic's actions. Not only did they fail to take precautions against such a serious incident in advance, but they also came here hypocritically to put on a show after the incident was over.

When the Goblet of Fire was tampered with, the Ministry of Magic should have taken it seriously instead of selectively ignoring it.

Now that something big has happened, they have an unshirkable responsibility.

Thinking of responsibility, Hermione thought back to that night.

If she and Vincent had chosen to catch the Black Cloak who tampered with the Goblet of Fire, would today's tragedy have not happened?

Vincent, who was following the students back to the castle, sensed something was wrong with her and squeezed her little hand again.

"Don't feel guilty. We can't control everything. Even Professor Dumbledore couldn't have predicted what happened today."

Hermione could clearly feel the power he brought.

She smiled bitterly, "But I always can't help but want to avoid this kind of thing from happening. Tell me, am I too nosy?"

Vincent turned his head and glanced quickly behind him.

They had already walked out of the Forbidden Forest, but they could still see the tangible magical aura floating above the stadium.

"I think it's good. It proves that you are a kind person, but you need to figure out who is the one who should be held most responsible for the whole thing."

Vincent took her little hand and pointed at her, then pointed at himself, "That person is not you, nor is it me. There is no need to confuse ourselves with antisocial terrorists."

Hermione's mood was obviously much better. She held his big hand in return and said, "Do you have any idea why the dragon went berserk? When we left the stands, Professor Dumbledore seemed to be still studying the black smoke."

"A little bit." Vincent raised the index finger of his left hand with Flamel's ring on it. "They are very similar to some forbidden magic in my teacher's book. If they are really this kind of evil magic, then there may be a shocking conspiracy behind this series of events."

Hermione knew what he was hinting at.

No matter what kind of magic it is, it is evil enough to make a fire dragon go into abnormal rage.

The only ones who can use this kind of magic without restraint are Voldemort and his Death Eaters.

And the answer was soon revealed.

As soon as they returned to the castle, the two sat down in the auditorium.

Grindelwald's magic book contains almost all the dark magic in the world. Under the column of forbidden magic, the two found a curse called "Life-eating Feast".

By burning vitality and soul, it gains destructive power.

The blood-red light on the Hungarian Treepeak Dragon's scales symbolizes the consumed vitality, while its scarlet eyes and violent loss of control symbolize the pain and madness brought about by a broken soul.

Just from the brief introduction, it is basically certain that it was done by a group of crazy lunatics. As for their purpose, it is not something that can be figured out by normal people.

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