Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort - Chapter 196

c196 The Four Powers Tournament Begins

Grindelwald’s prophecy was not just vague information in a few words, but pictures one by one.

Fifty years ago, he saw the moment when nuclear weapons exploded, and saw the terrifying power brought about by the development of Muggle technology. Now, what he saw was another scene, more mysterious and unpredictable, but not completely without information.

The white curtain and death easily reminded Cyrus of the Chamber of Death in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic.

Whether it was the book or the movie, Death Hall left a deep impression on Sellers. Especially when Sirius disappeared at the other end of the arch, heading to another world amid the fluttering white curtains.

As for the darkness…

‘Could it be Voldemort? ’ Cyrus thought for a moment.

The corners of Grindelwald’s mouth suddenly raised, but there was a stiffness, as if the skin was being pulled into an arc. He seemed to have guessed what was in Cyrus’s mind and said softly:

“Voldemort is a very talented and crazy person. He will not recover like this. We all know this. The key lies in how he returns after experiencing this failure.”

Prophecy has never been a power that can be manipulated at will. Even the most gifted wizard can only see some fragments. Grindelwald saw Voldemort return from death, but he didn’t know how he did it.

His unique eyes stared at Cyrus, as if he had countless things to say.

In fact, he still had a vital piece of information about the prophecy that he had not disclosed, which was why he finally decided to leave Nurmengard.

“I know you plan to defeat Dumbledore in front of the whole world, and I can help you.” Grindelwald said.

“What about your purpose? Just because I plan to break the law of secrecy?” Cyrus raised his eyebrows. He didn’t think Grindelwald was a generous and helpful wizard. “The world I want is the same as yours.” The world I want is different.”

After all, Grindelwald is a very ambitious and ambitious man. Although everything he has done in the past is extreme, in the final analysis it is for a greater benefit, but the object of this benefit is the wizard group.

Cyrus is not so noble, he is only motivated by his own interests.

At most, it is just to make wizards and Muggles as equal as possible under themselves.

“Fifty years have passed, and I no longer care about those things.” Grindelwald said sadly.

Time will wear away a person’s ambition, especially every day and night he spent sitting in Nurmengard for the past fifty years, making him immersed in the pain of the past.

Compared with the separation of relatives and friends, the world is actually not that important.

Cyrus looked at Grindelwald and had to say that the conditions proposed by Grindelwald were very tempting. With such a powerful ally standing by his side, even Dumbledore was not afraid of holding the Elder Wand.

“But I refuse.”

“You refuse?” Grindelwald didn’t seem to expect that Cyrus would reject him. He was a little surprised, and every raised eyebrow expressed disbelief, “Aren’t you afraid that I will deal with you together with Dumbledore? Breaking the secrecy law will inevitably cause turmoil, and he will not want to see rivers of blood.”

“It seems more valuable to me to defeat the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald and the greatest wizard Albus Dumbledore at the same time.” Cyrus smiled confidently.

His purpose is to let the whole world see his power. As a reference for comparison, the stronger the better.

The combination of Grindelwald and Dumbledore put a lot of pressure on Cyrus, but now that he has completely mastered the power of ancient magic and the legacy left by Morgana, he may not be unable to give it a try.

But this is only one of the reasons.

Another reason why Cyrus is not so willing to cooperate with Grindelwald is that Grindelwald is notorious. If you travel with him, you will naturally be labeled Grindelwald as extreme and evil.

Although fifty years have passed, people may have forgotten what Grindelwald looked like, what he said, and what specific things he did, but people will always remember the feelings Grindelwald made them and what he brought to them. fear, nor will he forget his hatred for him.

“You have chosen the most difficult path.” Grindelwald frowned.

“Let’s wait and see.” Cyrus smiled faintly, and then completely stopped communicating with Grindelwald. He sat up straight again, and the frozen time suddenly dissolved as if spring had arrived.

After a while, there was a noise outside the auditorium, and more than a thousand wizards lined up and walked in behind Dumbledore and other professors. Cyrus saw Harry and the others greeting him in the crowd, so he responded with his eyes.

“Keep you waiting, gentlemen.” Ms. Maxim was followed by a group of witches in blue costumes, dancing like elves. Of course, there are also a few wizards, but they are not that eye-catching, especially under the gorgeous appearance of the half-blood enchantress Fleur Delacour.

The magic in her blood attracted the attention of almost half of the wizards in Hogwarts, and the other half who were not attracted were all witches.

However, this trick is ineffective against very powerful wizards, especially for monsters like Cyrus whose magic resistance is comparable to that of fire dragons.

“The French wizard’s concept of time is indeed unflattering.” Sellers said sarcastically.

This made the Beauxbatons students a little unhappy. Fleur’s sister Gabrielle glared at Cyrus angrily, her cheeks bulging like a puffer fish.

But no one refuted it, after all, Cyrus was telling the truth.

Barty Crouch Jr. disguised as Maxim originally planned to let the students sit in the Slytherin seats, but after finding that there were already full of Ilvermorny students, he had to let the students go to Ravenclaw. there.

At this time, all the teachers and students were finally seated, but Cyrus noticed that there were a few more empty chairs on the faculty seats.

Dumbledore stood in front of the golden podium engraved with an eagle, and did not begin his short speech as always until the entire auditorium fell completely silent.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, ghosts, and – especially – distinguished guests, it is with great joy that I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope and believe that you will be here Feeling comfortable and happy.” He paused and continued, “The competition will officially begin at the end of the banquet. I now invite everyone to eat and drink as if they were at home!”

Then, he strode back to his seat, with Cyrus and Grindelwald sitting on both sides of him.

Maxim’s position was arranged slightly further away. Hagrid, who was also a big man, had not moved his eyes away from the first sight of Maxim. This actually made Cyrus look forward to Barty Clark Jr. Will Rauch develop an unforgettable romance with Hagrid?

Next it’s time to eat.

Obviously, for this competition, even the kitchen of Hogwarts has changed its appearance. The house elves have learned more tricks, and many French dishes are popping up, as well as some American dishes. Food is also crowded on the table.

Sellers picked up a beef burger with a Coke on the rocks.

At the beginning, the students below were a little restrained, but after a while, they became lively.

The Durmstrang students took off their thick velvet robes. Their school uniforms were blood red. The star player Viktor Krum attracted many eyes, even Ron and Harry Lidu moved his eyes away from Cyrus and Malfoy, and moved to Krum’s side enviously.

Ginny and Hermione weren’t that crazy about Quidditch players.

At the Slytherin dinner table, the eldest young master Malfoy originally wanted to go find his two friends, but Goyle and Crabbe both had serious faces, as if they did not intend to acknowledge him.

Their parents, like Malfoy, had not crossed the flames at first, and now, they have already treated Draco Malfoy as a traitor. Barty Crouch Jr.’s decision to let Lucius go undercover wasn’t going to be publicized.

Having a hot face but a cold butt in front of someone he thought was a “friend”, Malfoy was obviously not in a happy mood. He sat back down in his seat and ate a different kind of food without saying a word.

At this time several other guests arrived.

The person who opened the door of the auditorium was an old wizard. He seemed to be several years older than Dumbledore. He had a stooped body and a cane in his hand. He walked a little shaky.

Behind him were Graves and several wizards whom Cyrus didn’t know well. Except for the old wizard, the others were not very old, or could be said to be in their prime.

As soon as they entered the door, they immediately noticed Grindelwald, and their expressions became much more serious.

In fact, they were the elite Aurors sent by the International Confederation of Wizards to fight Grindelwald, and of course, no one was stupid enough to try to arrest him now.

The few people in front of them just came to confirm the situation and see if Grindelwald is really alive as the Magic Congress guessed. If so, this means that another war is likely to greet them next!

“Albus, long time no see.” The old wizard at the head didn’t seem to care much about this. When he saw Dumbledore, he seemed very happy and spoke some vague language.

Surprisingly, Dumbledore not only understood, but responded to him in the same language.

“Welcome, Babajid.” Dumbledore stood up warmly, hugged him, and pulled him to sit down with him. Then the communication between the two of them changed to English.

“I didn’t expect you to restart the Triwizard Tournament. If I had known earlier, I would have let Wagadu also participate.” He said with regret, and then said hello to Cyrus and the principals of the other two schools. .

“Hello, Mr. Akinbad.” Cyrus responded politely.

He remembered the old man’s identity.

In the original book, after Dumbledore’s death, he took over as president of the International Federation of Wizards. Although not mentioned in the original work, he is obviously a wizard with powerful magic.

The dinner continues.

After a while, the golden plate containing food scraps on the dining table was cleared, and Dumbledore stood up again and walked to the front of the dining table.

“The moment is finally here,” he said excitedly, and then introduced Babajide Akinbad and several other wizards who would serve as referees to all the little wizards.

The British Ministry of Magic also sent people over, and Buckman, as the Department of Magical Sports and Sports, was still the referee. After all, as the host, it was impossible to hand over all matters to the International Federation of Wizards.

“Over the past few months, Mr. Bagman has worked tirelessly to arrange the tournament, and our friends from the Magic Congress, if it weren’t for them, this tournament would not be unprecedentedly grand,” Dumbledore said, “They will form a panel of judges with me, Professor Sellers, Professor Rosier and Ms. Maxime to judge the efforts of the warriors.”

Nominally, the headmaster of Durmstrang is still Vida Rosier.

“Filch, bring the box up.”

The lame Filch pushed a wooden box to the center of the hall with difficulty. A thousand pairs of eyes stared at the box curiously, and Barty Crouch’s eyes were surprisingly greedy.

Dumbledore did not open the box immediately.

“There are three events in this year’s competition, which will be held at different times throughout the school year. They will test the warriors from many different aspects… and I am glad that we have made some different changes in the rules. In the past, only three wizards could participate in the competition, but now, each school will have three warriors.”

He raised his finger, and the little wizards looked at him with more yearning.

“The warriors may need to unite, or they may have to fight on their own. We will score them according to the quality of their completion of each competition project. After the three projects are over, the warrior with the highest score will win the Goblet of Fire.”

“And the one who selects the warrior will be the most fair referee,” he walked to the side of the box, stretched out his hand on the old wooden board, and waved his hand, and the wooden board fell to the four sides, revealing the contents inside.

It was a large, roughly carved wooden goblet, which looked a bit unremarkable, even ugly.

But the blue-white flame in the cup was extremely bright, attracting everyone’s attention.

“Every student who wants to run for the warrior must write his name and school name on a piece of parchment and throw it into this goblet,” Dumbledore continued, “Those who aspire to become a warrior can sign up within 24 hours. Tomorrow night, which is Halloween night, the goblet will select the name of the warrior who it thinks best represents the four schools.”

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Cyrus saw little Barty lick his lips excitedly, looking ready to move.

Not only him, but everyone with ulterior motives was plotting their own conspiracies under the illumination of the flames.