In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Dumbledore raised the wand in his hand. A red thread of light lingered at the tip of the wand. The surrounding temperature had obviously risen by four or five degrees compared to the previous second.

Seeing his actions, all the wizards following him raised their wands without a moment's hesitation, even though the man sitting in the chair put great pressure on all of them. !

After seeing their actions, both sides of Voldemort, whether they were Aurors or all other purebloods not participating in the battle, also raised their wands.

As long as Voldemort hasn't abandoned them, they can only follow him to the end!

If this man becomes the loser again today, none of the pure-blood wizards in the Tribunal will be able to escape, and none of them will survive!

However, even though the atmosphere was already so tense, Voldemort still leaned back lazily in his chair, and the wand in his hand still looked like a street gangster holding a cigarette, casually holding it between two fingers, as if he didn't even look at it. Dumbledore had already prepared an attack stance.

"Actually, you and I both understand, Dumbledore." He said easily, "If you fight me like this, we won't be able to tell the difference in a short period of time, but if I want to kill other people, you can't stop me. .”

Dumbledore seemed to have just thought of this question, and he said "aha" with a calm expression.

"You said a lot, you want to kill people, no one here can stop you, but is this place really not important to you?"

Their conversation was very straightforward, but the real threat in this straightforward conversation was everyone else present.

Voldemort wanted to kill all wizards except Dumbledore, but Dumbledore couldn't protect him. But at the same time, Dumbledore wanted to destroy the entire French Ministry of Magic and kill all the French purebloods present. Voldemort also wanted to Can't stop it.

If the fight between the two reaches the point where no one can do anything to the other, then they will definitely start targeting the people around the other party first.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort's cold eyes, and suddenly thought that Voldemort had not appeared before entering the trial court. Instead, he only appeared in front of the crowd after everyone from both parties gathered. It was very possible that It was the result of his deliberate actions.

As for why such an occasion was specially arranged, it cannot be that he just wanted to show off. Voldemort may have such a hobby, but he has not yet done these things just for the sake of face on such a critical occasion. situation.

The most likely possibility is that he is deliberately creating a situation where everyone else will become a drag on the next battle between the two.

As for why such a situation must be deliberately created, Dumbledore felt that he did not need to guess this, because Voldemort himself would tell it.

"Of course it's important."

As long as Voldemort still has his sanity, he cannot deny the significance of their existence in front of all the French purebloods, he said loudly.

"These are the cornerstones of my career, including this Ministry of Magic. I can't let you destroy them so easily, just like you won't let me kill all the people behind you so easily."

His voice suddenly became eerie.

"This battle will eventually evolve into this result. None of us want to see it, and no one can reconcile the contradictions between us. You want to seize Paris and counterattack Britain. I want you to get out of France and lead Instead of letting your lackeys go into exile in other corners, we might as well resolve this conflict in another reasonable way."

Dumbledore nodded slightly, his crescent-shaped eyes reflecting an inexplicable white light.

"I'm all ears."

Voldemort stood up from his chair, with a smile on his face, and walked among the pure-blood wizards, spreading his arms as if giving a grand speech.

"Actually, I have always wanted to be a pure educator, Dumbledore. If you had agreed when I applied for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in your office, then maybe I would have grown old. If I honestly serve as an excellent professor under you, there will never be another 'great gentleman' in this world."

"But you rejected me, which is a very shameful thing for me. It is precisely because of this incident that prompted my obsession to take Hogwarts, the magic school, from your hands."

"The result is obvious, I did it. Compared with various other gorgeous titles, the two titles that I am most satisfied with so far are only 'Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry' and 'Honorary Lifetime Principal of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry'" '. Of course you refused to admit defeat. Even if you fled from the castle in a hurry, you still insisted on claiming on a broken car that that ridiculous school was the real Hogwarts, and the loser also took the opportunity to seize it. Durmstrang.”

He looked around at everyone around him, and then fixed his gaze on Dumbledore's face.

"This may be a coincidence, or it may be an arrangement of fate. No matter who is the orthodox of Hogwarts, now each of us controls two magic schools. This is very good!"

"I don't know if you are here, it has been so many years, but you still don't remember that there was a time in Europe where three magic schools participated to select students as warriors. They competed in various competitions and finally competed to find the strongest warrior. tournament?”

There was silence in the Inquisition. Whether it was the French pure-blood wizards or the level wizards behind Dumbledore, they all looked at the man standing in the middle of everyone.

No one present could have imagined what Voldemort was talking about. Although the event had indeed been suspended for hundreds of years, it was still talked about among wizards because of its legendary nature.

"The Triwizard Tournament!"

Voldemort and Dumbledore looked at each other and said the name of the event with a smile.

"Hogwarts! Beauxbatons! Durmstrang!"

"A competition jointly organized by three magic schools representing the entire European magic world. Dumbledore, since the identity of the wizard cannot help us determine the outcome of today's battle, it is better to conduct an education How do the homes compare?"

"My Hogwarts and Beauxbatons represent me, your Hogwarts and the loser's Durmstrang represent you. Whoever wins the championship is the winner!"

He suppressed the smile on his face, his expression turned calm, and his words were loud and clear.

"I win, you take your ridiculous organization and get out of France! You win, I take all the people who are willing to follow me and withdraw to England, handing over everything in this land!"

"And since it is the Triwizard Tournament, the result of this game will also determine that there can only be one Hogwarts! If you win, I will disband my Hogwarts and step down as the principal. If I win, you We must also destroy that ridiculous carriage and remove the title of the so-called greatest Hogwarts Headmaster in history!"

Voldemort's words echoed in the Inquisition, causing the space to fall completely into deathly silence.

No one could have imagined that he would suddenly propose such a solution and use an event that has not been held for hundreds of years to determine the ownership of France!

In such a competition, only a group of children who have not graduated from school can really participate!

Four children decide the fate of a land and the orthodox status of Hogwarts

The connection of such hugely different things together brought a severe impact to everyone present.

No one knows what exactly motivated Voldemort to make such a decision, and no one knows what benefits such a decision will bring to him.

No one knows what the differences are in the level of students between the two Hogwarts and the four schools of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

This is simply a competition for the quality of students from different schools, and the final result is unknown until there is no comparison.

No matter how shocking this information is, there is still a moment for people to digest it.

After everyone came to their senses, they all focused on Dumbledore.

Since Voldemort has proposed a solution to this war, whether he adopts it or not depends on Dumbledore's decision.

Unlike the disbelief on other people's faces, even if Voldemort revealed the final result, Dumbledore's face did not show much fluctuation in expression.

He just looked deeply at Voldemort, his gaze never moving away for a moment, as if he wanted to imprint his gaze on his mind.

Voldemort did not avoid his gaze, but nodded and looked at him, quietly waiting for his answer.

The waiting did not last long. Dumbledore ended his thinking, but what he said next caused an uproar in the room.

"Where will the competition be held?"

There was no bargaining, no more questions, his words were a disguised agreement to all the suggestions put forward by Voldemort!

The corners of Voldemort's mouth were slightly raised. There was no expression of surprise or anything else, but an expression that looked like a sneer or a sneer.

"Since this game also determines the legitimacy of Hogwarts, the venue will be Hogwarts Castle, how about that?"

Dumbledore nodded, as if he was deeply convinced of Voldemort's decision.

"Of course, Hogwarts Castle, that's the perfect place."

He lowered the wand in his hand, acting as if this suggestion was not made by Voldemort at all, but that he had thought so at the beginning.

"This is the best solution. Everything falls back to the most basic competition. I agree with this suggestion, Riddle, so we should make some absolute commitments here."

Voldemort seemed to have already guessed what Dumbledore wanted to say.

After he finished speaking, he swung the wand in his hand without any hesitation, and pointed the tip of the wand at his left hand!

The next moment, the piece of flesh in the middle of his palm was suddenly cut open by an invisible sharp blade, and scarlet liquid seeped out from it!

Voldemort tightened his grip on the hand that was dripping blood and raised it in front of him.

Dumbledore didn't stop either. He also made a cut in his palm and let blood spurt out.

Two bleeding hands were clasped together, and the blood belonging to different people was mixed together, dripping continuously onto the already scarlet carpet.

Dumbledore looked straight at Voldemort, his calm face showing what he was thinking.

"So, when is the selection of the warriors and the start of the game?"

Voldemort said coldly.

"Since the blood oath has been made, the selection of warriors might as well start tomorrow. This Ministry of Magic, which is temporarily under our joint control, is the perfect place. As for the time for the start of the competition, what do you think?"

Dumbledore didn't speak immediately. He just looked at Voldemort quietly, and after a long time he suddenly laughed.

There was no sarcasm, no coldness, and no restraint or restraint in that smile. It was just like an old man who had been living at home and had heard some interesting jokes from his children and grandchildren.

"Ha, it's too urgent, Riddle, it's too urgent. In fact, there is no need to be in such a hurry. Can we change the selection time a little bit?"

What makes everyone confused is that they all reached a consensus on the unbelievable things before, but now they don't know why, there are such differences on the timing of the Warriors selection.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Voldemort's opinion in a gentle tone.

"Since you are so confident, why not spend more time?"

Voldemort didn't know why he was sarcastic.

"Be more generous? When do you want to wait until next year? The year after next, or your whole life?"

Dumbledore shook his head and said calmly.

"Today next week will be enough."

Voldemort also seemed to have heard some terrible joke, and his originally cold and mocking smile could no longer be suppressed.

"A week? You are an old man, so of course you should have some preferential treatment! So what if I just wait for you for a week?"

Dumbledore didn't seem to hear the irony in those words. He nodded happily and continued.

"Actually, one week is already very urgent. Since the time to select the warriors is so urgent, it is natural to leave more time for the selected children to prepare. After all, they bear such a huge responsibility, and the specific game process is also Decisions and discussions are required, and these require a lot of energy. Therefore, I think the official start time of the competition is not as good as the start of the new semester in September."

Voldemort didn't seem to have any objections to the start time of the game. He looked into Dumbledore's eyes coldly.

"It's going to be a great show, isn't it, Albus Dumbledore, my esteemed professor?"

Dumbledore smiled, his smile still so gentle and plain.

"It will certainly be a great show, Tom Riddle, my wonderful student."