In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

The Slytherin chamber was quiet.

The dwarf trapped in shackles was still lying quietly in front of the statue, as if dead.

There was no expression on Voldemort's face as he slowly walked into the secret room.

The runes on the ground lit up, and the dense patterns flickered, as if celebrating the arrival of their master.

When he walked to the statue, he looked at the dead dwarf and waved the wand in his hand.

No spells were uttered, and it didn't seem like any magic was activated. The surrounding text symbols suddenly gathered together, impacting along the five chains against the dwarf whose body had begun to become illusory.

Voldemort raised one of his feet, and stepped on the dwarf with his expensive leather boots. The next moment, the dwarf with a round face and a big mouth was shattered into pieces, and the runes around him became even brighter. Light up.

"The ghost lingers."

After saying these words, Voldemort turned and walked towards the secret room, as if he didn't realize that anyone else had been in this room.

The door to the secret room was closed again, and the luminous runes gradually returned to their original dim appearance. The entire room became dark and became extremely quiet.

This silence lasted for a long, long time. Late at night, there was a sudden "click" sound in the darkness, and the mouth of the statue of Salazar Slytherin suddenly opened!

A little girl wearing an invisibility cloak and holding a phoenix in her arms crawled out.

Her face was obviously pale due to fear, but she was not in a hurry to leave immediately. Instead, she took out a thick roll of parchment from the satchel she carried with her and spread it out on the ground. Then, using the faint light from the wand's illumination spell, he copied the runes on the ground onto the paper bit by bit.

Voldemort's appearance was seen by many people.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Jon saw with his own eyes the black mist surrounding Hogwarts Castle, killing all the fire dragons. The method was simple and unpretentious, but it made everyone who saw this scene stunned. Terrified.

This man is truly unimaginably powerful.

In the Forbidden Forest, even if Jon tried his best to use an enhanced version of the Death Curse, it had no actual effect on the Hungarian Horntail Dragon. But under Voldemort, his Death Curse was A truly unforgivable curse.

When every green light lights up, there must be an end to life.

After seeing that the dragon disaster in the castle had been resolved, Bosted showed an ecstatic expression on his face.

He looked at Dumbledore and Jon with a wild expression, as if he had forgotten the outcome of the game.

"No matter what plots you have, they are all in vain in front of the master! Do you think that a group of fire dragons can make Hogwarts Castle fall? Dream!"

Jon looked at him speechlessly. The vice-principal of Beauxbatons was probably frightened by Rozier and had a brain problem.

Whose conspiracy is behind this group of fire dragons?

Does he really not know?

Just after the black mist eliminated all the fire dragons, they disappeared for a few minutes.

Suddenly, a handsome wizard wearing an exquisite dark green robe slowly came to the competition venue from the edge of the black lake.

No one could tell any expression from his face. He was as unpredictable as the dark clouds in the sky. Thunderstorms, wind and sunshine could change in just an instant.

"gentlemen."

Matthew bowed slightly and addressed the man who was causing a turmoil in Europe.

Even now, few people know Voldemort's full name, and even if they do, there are only a handful of people who dare to call him out directly or call him by his surname.

In formal occasions, people generally call him sir, and those who are more fanatical about him will naturally add a "great" prefix.

"Master! They cheated! That little mudblood cheated and beat Emil! You must uphold justice. You proposed this game, and we must ensure fairness!"

Bursted cried and hugged Voldemort's thigh, tearfully accusing Jon and the others of their crimes.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little cold, even tense.

There are only a few reporters who are willing to devote themselves to the news. They just turned off the flash and are still working hard to freeze the picture, so that they don't have to worry about the news in the next two weeks.

Most of the reporters, who had sensed something was wrong with the scene, did not dare to stay here for a moment, and immediately ran away from the Hogwarts campus with their cameras in hand.

Today's harvest is enough. If we stay any longer, there may be bigger news, but that will only happen if they have the life to take them out.

Jon looked at the man calmly, and Voldemort looked at him calmly.

"Your performance really exceeded my expectations and surprised me again and again, Jon Green."

There was no hint of malice in his words, as if he was sincerely expressing his appreciation to Jon.

No one could hear much anger coming from his mouth, and it didn't matter to him what happened to Hogwarts Castle tonight.

Jon stared into Voldemort's eyes, trying to see from his eyes what this completely different Voldemort was thinking about now.

However, human eyes cannot express a person's detailed inner thoughts. The best Jon can do is to see that he is not pretending. He did not kill himself this time, but caused Hogwarts Castle to be attacked. Not really concerned.

So what exactly does he want to do?

Isn't the ultimate goal of designing these fire dragons to kill oneself?

He looked so careless, but he still controlled the entire scene when he appeared.

Burst was still holding Voldemort's thigh, but his master never looked at him from beginning to end.

"So the first event is over? What's the score?"

Matthew answered his question.

"Jon Green scored a hundred, Diane Rozier and Emile Lestrange both scored seventy."

After hearing what he said, Voldemort suddenly kicked Burst away from his legs.

"Now that the referee team has come up with the scores, it means that they have recognized the current results. I invited the referees from the federation, which means that I trust their ability. It is your turn to say it is unfair?"

Bosted's face was filled with grievances.

"But they still said we cheated, Master! They said we were the ones who planned these fire dragons to go crazy!"

Voldemort's expression was calm.

"So we planned it?"

"of course not!"

Burst's voice had never been louder.

"Then what are you excited about? We know that we have no problem, so let them investigate. I think since Mr. Graves can ensure the fairness of the game, he will not let any party suffer such slander, right?"

Facing Voldemort's gaze, Matthew was obviously under a lot of pressure, and he swallowed.

"That's what I'm here for, sir."

"very good."

Voldemort's eyes turned to Emile who was lowering his head, not daring to look at him, with a face full of shame.

"I never expected young people to succeed in whatever they do, but you won't always let me down, right?"

There was no harshness, more like a word of encouragement, which allowed Emil to regain his composure and look up at Voldemort. He showed excitement and firmness in his eyes, and that look of reverence, as if Voldemort ordered him to die on the spot. , and he will have no hesitation.

"No, sir, I won't let you down again!"

Jon watched all this silently. Judging from Cedric's communication with him in the Forbidden Forest and the current scene, it was not difficult for him to tell that Voldemort was actually more popular among young wizards.

"Now that the first event is over, everyone should go back and rest as soon as possible. I am looking forward to the next game and hope it will bring me more exciting scenes than tonight."

He didn't seem to realize how embarrassing the fact that the castle was attacked by a fire dragon would make him, the principal, feel so embarrassed, but just when he was about to leave directly, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

"Are you planning to go back to the Ministry of Magic? Riddle."

The whole scene suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone held their breath when they heard this surname, which was not uncommon in the magic world but felt strange to most people at this time.

Only one person present dared to call Voldemort such a name.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, who suddenly stopped walking, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"Such a big thing happened in the school, but you still pretend to be so understated and careless. Do you really not intend to stay in the castle overnight to appease the emotions of those under you and the students?"

None of the people present except Jon understood what Dumbledore meant by what he said, which was more like a suggestion.

They all knew that there were irreconcilable conflicts between the two, but they didn't hear any smell of gunpowder in their words.

However, Voldemort, who had always remained calm, turned around at this time and looked at Dumbledore with a cold expression.

"Don't blame me for not warning you beforehand, old man, since you've made a blood oath, you'd better settle the matter honestly and in accordance with the rules of the game. If you want to make any other small moves, be careful. as a result of!"

His sudden change of attitude left everyone else a bit confused, but they could all see that Dumbledore's words just now clearly touched some of Voldemort's negative side.

But his threat didn't make Dumbledore change much in his expression. He remained so indifferent.

"Of course, as long as you also guarantee that the game itself is correct."

"Of course we can guarantee the blood oath."

"What is restricted by the blood oath is only the result, not the game itself. You and I both know this."

"Then since you know everything, why didn't you reject me then?"

"Because things don't always turn out the way you think, right?" Dumbledore blinked.

Voldemort's face became even colder.

"Then let's continue reading."

After saying that, he walked towards the castle without looking back.

Seeing him leaving, Bosid and Emil had no intention of staying, and followed him out of the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

In the end, only Dumbledore, his team, and the three referees from the Federation were left here.

Matthew looked at Dumbledore, who was still holding the bottle containing Jon's own extracted memories.

"I will investigate what happened during the game, Albus, but you should also understand that in this case, there will be no clear conclusion at all."

Of course, both Dumbledore and Jon knew that even if the evidence was conclusive, this matter would not have any impact on the situation.

Unless Voldemort is certain to be defeated and has lost the ability to compete with them, no matter how much evidence there is, as long as the opponent kills him, there will be no further consequences.

"I can understand your difficulties, and so far, you have done well enough. After all, you are just an outsider."

Dumbledore said softly, then turned around and prepared to leave with Jon and Rosier.

"Go to bed early tonight. You will have to prepare for the second project later. You will be very busy."

On the way back, Jon could clearly feel that Dumbledore was walking very quickly, as if there was something urgent.

"What's wrong? Professor."

Dumbledore's face was serious.

"We have to go back as soon as possible to see if Hermione is back."

Voldemort, who returned to the castle, still had the cold look on his face after the conversation with Dumbledore.

After he came back, Snape quickly greeted him. There were many professors around him. Even though many of them were still injured, as long as these people could still speak and move, they would not dare to attack their master. When he arrived at the castle, he was still lying on the hospital bed.

"How are things going?"

"We have settled the students. Crouch is taking people to check the fire dragon corpses, and Amycus is confirming the damage to the castle, but it seems that the damage should not be significant at the moment."

"Where are the personnel?"

"Two people died. One Auror was accidentally pierced by the fangs of the Peruvian Venomous Dragon, and Pierre, a half-blood academy student, was killed by Crouch because of his cowardice."

"Take these people to do things, and find out for me the reason why these dragons suddenly set their targets on the castle as soon as possible. I hope that your report will be on my desk before this time tomorrow. superior."

"I understand, Master."

Snape left with those around him with a serious expression, leaving Voldemort alone in the foyer of the castle, still thinking about Dumbledore's last conversation with him.

He felt that the cunning old man didn't just want to tell him this. The fact that Dumbledore stopped him at the moment he was about to leave was already worth pondering.

Suddenly, Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his body turned into a black mist again, and flew towards the eighth floor of the castle!

Thank you for your concern. It's much better today. At least I can update normally.