Chapter 237 Magic is Power
Everyone thought that everything was over, after all, the three champions of the Triwizard Tournament had been determined.
Their attention was more focused on the four ghosts that appeared.
There was no doubt that these ghosts were all dead.
After all, the mother of the famous savior was among them.
Her familiarity with the Slytherin Dean and Potions Professor, and the ambiguous eye contact made everyone reluctant to blink and look away.
The exposed Harry Potter made them feel like James Potter was reincarnated and caught cheating.
But even so exciting, nearly half of the people still paid attention to the other three ghosts.
Two of the twins looked almost exactly like the Weasley twins, except that their hair was brown.
Prewett, a surname that was once prominent and now disappeared from the sight of the magic world, was not unfamiliar to Slytherin, who was obsessed with the theory of bloodline.
Soon, a buzzing sound was heard in Slytherin, which talked about the history of Prewett and the whereabouts of the only surviving Prewett.
Molly Weasley, whose last name before marriage was Prewett.
Before Ron realized that the Prewett brothers were his relatives and Ginny's eyes shifted from her boyfriend, the Weasley twins ran to the field and pulled the Prewett brothers to their side.
"Are you a relative from your mother's side?" "Should we call you uncle?"
The Prewett brothers raised their eyebrows at the same time, "Why are you saying such stupid things?" "After seeing our faces."
Four identical faces began to talk.
The black-haired boy from Slytherin, who was stared at by everyone, said nothing and looked in the direction of the Goblet of Fire, as if there would be some changes.
And Basil was very disappointed.
The novel version of Barty Crouch Jr. undoubtedly knew Voldemort's past.
He had a more special feeling for Voldemort. It was better to say that he admired Voldemort than to say that he found another better kind in the lonely world and longed to be recognized by him.
He knew that the Dark Lord and he had a lot in common. They both had very disappointing fathers... extremely disappointing. They both inherited their fathers' names in disgrace and both happily... very happily... killed their fathers.
He knew Voldemort so well, even including his disgraceful past.
But the movie version of Barty Crouch Jr. was obviously not like that.
Otherwise, before Dumbledore and Harry's spells touched Tom Riddle, Barty Crouch Jr.'s protective spell would have blocked it in advance and would have gotten rid of his disguise.
'It's really unlucky that I didn't collect Barty's memory. '
'But there's something more interesting. '
A thousand paper cranes flew up tremblingly and dissipated in the air.
Basil raised the corners of his mouth, and the faint blue flames of the Goblet of Fire flickered in his azure eyes.
It suddenly turned red.
The next second, everyone's eyes were focused on it.
Including Lily, Harry, and Snape, who were still playing the triangle 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 sucking cold air from Beauxbatons.
Dumbledore stepped forward and stretched out his hand.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, and the 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, it was not only Professor McGonagall who noticed Dumbledore's loss of composure.
"You cried! Dumbledore, you cried!" The black-haired boy who had been quiet like a puppet had his delicate features distorted, and a ferocious smile like a beast bloomed.
His words seemed to have uncovered something. The discussion about Dumbledore's tears and who the dead man with the name starting 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 to hide something.
"Heroic Spirit: Ariana, Contractor: Fleur Delacour."
Seeing that the note did not spontaneously ignite without fire, but turned into flaming words hanging in the sky, and the flaming gate appeared smoothly with his words, Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief.
Watching the red-haired girl in a skirt carefully walk out of the gate, the white-haired old man's eyes were extremely gentle.
Just as he wanted to get closer and say something, Fleur screamed.
It was a phoenix spreading its wings and about to fly, and a mark drawn by complex lines appeared on the back of her hand.
The appearance of the last mark, the contractor, seemed to trigger some mysterious mechanism.
The four marks emitted a brilliant light, and the four people raised their hands unconsciously.
Four stars gathered on the ceiling.
As if the curtain was lifted, the stone ceiling faded from 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.
Fudge and his team received the message from the thousand paper cranes and were ready to go to the Ministry of Magic, ready to make trouble for Dumbledore.
Voldemort was fed by Peter Pettigrew in his cradle.
Grindelwald curled up on the stone slab at the top of Nurmengard.
Newt teased the curled-winged demon in the United States.
The mud-blasting wizard who said Aligado.
The Dragon Country "Taoist" and "monk" who said "Infinite Heaven" and "Amitabha".
The Indian wizard who chanted the names of "Brahma", "Lord of Innocence" and "Lotus Born from the Umbilical".
‘Ula’ a Russian wizard who drinks strong liquor.
Wizards with different languages, regions, cultures, and magic systems are now connected together, wandering in this boundless sea of stars beyond the definition of space.
It’s not like no one is trying to use magic to test everything around them.
But the plasma beams that appeared from the small wooden sticks, gestures, seals, and rings were all engulfed by the gauzy star sea in front of them, without causing a single ripple.
Then, light appeared.
Coming.
What's coming?
There was no time to wonder further, and the answer automatically appeared in my heart.
The Lord of the subconscious sea, the creator of the heavenly beasts, the Lord of Creation, and the Immortal God are here!
A tiny spot of light among thousands of stars, but it occupies everyone's attention like a majestic mountain.
At the moment of sight, all the causes and reasons are inexplicably known.
A game!
A try!
An opportunity!
A game of the dead and the living!
An attempt at destiny!
An opportunity to get it all!
Four warriors, four heroes,
Three great things that must be accomplished!
The almighty power to grant all wishes is at the end of the game.
The dead are resurrected, and the living achieve their wishes.
The cosmic ocean closes.
The wizards return to reality.
It's like everything went back to before it happened.
But now, all wizards' eyes are set on the Scottish plateau located in western Europe and northern Great Britain.
Hogwarts, the place where the sacred event begins, where the fruit of wishes lies!
The tall white-haired old man stood behind the French girl, "Fleur Delacour, I will do my best to let you win."
The big black bat gritted its teeth and leaned into the most annoying and caring ear, "Po Te! You must win!"
In Riddle's old house, the infant Voldemort was frightened and excited, and ordered the servants beside him, "Go find little Barty! Cedric must be the winner!"
Emerging from the floo network, the dust was flying. Next to his mother who was as full of tears as a little girl 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 hid 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'd better help Harry!"
"Ginny~" the red-haired boy hesitated.
"Harry's failure is inseparable from your help!" The red-haired girl said seriously.
"Ginny, you-" the red-haired boy was mid-sentence, looking towards the entrance to the hall.
The sound of rapid footsteps came closer and closer.
Headed by the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, the pink toad-like woman and several strikers followed behind.
Fudge changed his usual amiability and became aggressive, "Dumbledore, you have caused big trouble, unprecedented trouble."
Pink Toad echoed, "This is not only known to us in the UK, but also to other countries."
"So?" Dumbledore said calmly.
"So," Fudge said with a smile on his face, "the girl behind you and other ghosts must be controlled by the Ministry of Magic."
"We must catch the wizard who is hiding behind his back and playing tricks."
All the students and professors looked at Fudge and his men as if they were idiots, but they seemed unaware.
"Pretending to be a god or a ghost?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "Why not be bolder, he is a god? Resurrection from the dead, according to the deputy minister, the scope has even expanded to foreign countries, and even the casters of magic around the world, why not a god?"
"Aha!" cried Fudge, trembling with joy, "got you!" Everything is your trick, right? That’s why you speak for him! That he is you! "
"I was so stupid." Dumbledore closed his eyes.
Pink Toad looked even happier than Fudge, and immediately gave orders to the beater behind him, "Did you hear that? Catch him now! He admitted it! I will be the principal of Hogwarts from now on!"
"Shut up!" Fudge was a little angry, "When will I let you become the principal?"
In his eyes, Hogwarts is Dumbledore's bottom line, and he just wants to make Dumbledore lose face.
Just take action on those strange ghosts.
"Delix, Shacklebolt, Kingsley, just ask these ghosts to leave."
"I'm so stupid, why should I say nice things to idiots." Dumbledore took a deep breath.
The black-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 silly expression on his face, as if he had been suddenly blinded and couldn't believe that this had happened.
He softly made a choked sound, "What are you talking about?"
The pink toad turned into a red toad, "He is saying that we are fools, Delis, Shacklebolt, Kingsley, let me take action and catch them!"
The strong man with short gray hair, like a timid little girl, blinked comically and confirmed to Fudge, "Against Albus Dumbledore?"
Fudge took a deep breath and observed that Dumbledore used his eyes to signal the professor who was helping him to withdraw his wand. He gained a little more courage and said, "Yes."
He pulled out his wand, "Don't worry, there's me too. Delis! Shacklebolt! Get him!"
Fancy, ring-covered palms clenched into fists. Almost as soon as the words fell, Fudge and the other four were pressed to the ground, as if an invisible heavy object was pressing down their hands and feet. They were so angry that they couldn't say a word.
The only surviving black-skinned wizard named Kingsley bowed his head and said, "Dumbledore, I'll obey your orders."
Dumbledore glanced at his sister who had just realized her identity from the conversation just now, and his eyes became firm.
"Let's go and take office at the Ministry of Magic!"
The crowd was boiling instantly.
The black-haired Slytherin boy grinned, as if he had found an extremely precious treasure.
McGonagall and the others had worries in their eyes.
If Dumbledore wanted to be the Minister, more than half of the people in the Ministry of Magic would definitely agree.
But the premise is to follow the normal procedures. If force is used, most of the more than half of the supporters will use their wands to resist.
Even if he is Dumbledore, but
There is no time to persuade, Fawkes flew over, and Dumbledore disappeared in the fire.
Hermione lowered her head in worry, "Dumbledore is undoubtedly a genius, but can he really succeed?"
Bajir said calmly, "Success is inevitable. Magic is power."
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The eighth floor of the Ministry of Magic-the main hall, at this moment, is a mess.
The "corpses" of wizards and witches are scattered and limp in various places.
The statues of centaurs, goblins and house-elves in the center of the Magic Brotherhood Fountain, which look at the statues of wizards and witches in worship, have the bodies of the Minister of Magic and the Deputy Minister hanging upside down.
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 footsteps did not stop at all.
The plasma beam-like spells that rushed towards him like a tide seemed to hit an invisible wall before touching his body, and bounced around and returned to the surrounding wizards and buildings.
The seventh floor of the Ministry of Magic-the Department of Magical Sports and Games.
When he walked out of the elevator, the banners welcoming Albus Dumbledore to lead the Ministry of Magic were already hung everywhere.
Ministry of Magic, 6th floor - Department of Magical Transportation.
Still the same.
Ministry of Magic, 5th floor - Department of International Magical Cooperation.
Same as above, Percy Weasley waved the Gryffindor flag.
Ministry of Magic, 4th floor - Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
Normal office work, ignoring people.
Ministry of Magic, 3rd floor - Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes.
Singing and dancing.
Ministry of Magic, 2nd floor - Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Director Amelia Bones and Arthur Weasley walked into the elevator and led the way.
Ministry of Magic, 1st floor - Office of the Minister of Magic and Support.
The figure walked straight to the Minister's office, and a nameplate with Albus Dumbledore's name on it had been hung in front of the door.
The white wizard sat down, pulled the headset from the desk, and his flat voice echoed throughout the Ministry of Magic, including the 9th floor (Department of Mysteries) and the 10th floor (Wizengamot Courtroom) where he did not go.
"Now. Who is in favor and who is against?"
