Chapter 419
You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep.
You can also say that people with different ideals cannot work together.
Dumbledore, just like Wayne said, did not understand the extent of politicians' obsession with power.
Look at what Fudge has experienced in the past few years since he took office.
The first two years were peaceful, but at that time people were saying that he had the opportunity to ascend to the throne of Minister of Magic because of Dumbledore. His presence was the weakest minister in history, and no one took him seriously.
It took two or three years to cultivate a group of confidants, and gradually his voice in the Ministry of Magic became louder.
But what?
Sirius escaped from prison soon, and he encountered a crisis of trust again.
Then there was the riot at the World Cup. Although Wayne suppressed it, his ability was still criticized.
If Voldemort really resurrected, what would he face?
Obviously, he would step down directly.
During war, people need a tough minister who can bring a sense of security.
Even if he looks like that, he should not be a fool.
Moreover, panic needs an outlet, and what can make people feel refreshed better than a minister taking responsibility for it?
So, even if he really saw Voldemort resurrected and walked away, he would most likely choose to suppress the situation and hold on for one day.
Dumbledore's visit this time was destined to end in displeasure. If he hadn't come, Fudge would not have been hostile to him.
Fudge had completely forgotten about Voldemort. The only enemy he saw now was Dumbledore - the biggest threat trying to get him out of office.
......"Eight or Ninety"
Hogwarts, Harry woke up, and Ron, who came every half an hour, rushed in at the first opportunity.
Without any hesitation, Harry told him everything. He urgently needed someone to talk to.
Then the whole school exploded.
The Hufflepuff wizards had Wayne vaccinated yesterday, but a small number of people didn't believe it.
Two Voldemorts, one young and one old.
How could this be true.
So, when Harry appeared before the dinner, no matter where he went, someone would quietly look at him, then quickly move away and whisper.
Except for Ron and Neville, only Malfoy dared to approach him.
Outside the hall.
"Potter, I heard you're crazy. The return of the mysterious man? Is this the script you've been planning for a year?"
Malfoy's face was about to hit Harry's face, and he sneered: "I have to say you succeeded. Now everyone knows the rumors about you."
"Two mysterious men? You really know how to make me happy."
"Happy, Malfoy?" Unexpectedly, Harry acted very calmly: "You and your father can find two masters."
All of a sudden, Malfoy's face turned from white to red: "You, how dare you, I'm going to tell my dad!"
"Tell him that your master is back, but what's the use? He was beaten half to death by Wayne?"
Harry patted Malfoy's face, and followed Mr. Guy's teachings, hiding his magic power, and a sense of oppression came over him.
Crabbe and Goyle, who were about to come up to help, immediately seemed to be stared at by some ferocious beasts, and dared not move.
Having just fought against Voldemort yesterday, Harry's aura had not completely dissipated, and he had become the fool he used to be, which was more than enough to oppress the two students.
Malfoy was also frightened by his performance, and he hesitated for a long time before saying: "Everyone can brag, and Lawrence and I have a good relationship. Why should he help you?"
Harry smiled: "Because we are on the same side."
Bang!
After that, he punched Malfoy on the bridge of his nose, causing him to scream in pain. Harry and Ron then walked away.
"You were so handsome just now!" Ron couldn't suppress his excitement: "Why didn't I think of that? Beat Malfoy before the holiday. Even if Snape is angry, he can't bother you during the summer vacation."
"Just venting." Harry didn't take what happened just now to heart.
He was bullied so badly yesterday, and he felt much better after punching Malfoy.
Sure enough, Wayne was right, Malfoy was his medicine.
On the grassland, Hagrid reluctantly sent a few rune horses over, and it was unknown whether he missed the horses or the people.
All the students of Beauxbatons had already entered the carriage, and Fleur was saying her final goodbye to Wayne.
She took out all the prize money for the Holy Grail War.
"Give these back to Diggory, he's the real champion."
"Well, take these, just as pocket money, there's Gabrielle's in there, don't be reluctant."
Wayne didn't refuse, put away the purse, and handed Fleur a heavier bag.
"I know." Fleur put her arms around his neck, kissed him gently, then walked up the steps of the carriage, and finally turned back and waved: "Remember to come see me during the holidays."
"No problem, I'll go in a while."
Wayne smiled and agreed.
Watching the carriage take off and disappear into the sky, he turned back to the castle, just in time for the banquet to begin.
The dinner was as sumptuous as ever, but the students' minds were not on it.
First, the food this semester was good, and today there were just a few more samples, so it wasn't worth getting too excited about.
Second, it was just a little unaccustomed.
The huge hall suddenly lost half of its people. Students from other schools suddenly left, and it seemed a little empty.
What's more, Harry had only one side of the story about what happened yesterday, and they were eager to hear what Dumbledore had to say.
The hall was full of golden decorations, which meant that Hufflepuff had won the House Cup again, but even if it wasThe badgers didn't care much. Like other colleges, they kept looking at the guest of honor seat.
Dumbledore's expression didn't reveal anything. Professor McGonagall was very serious and was talking to Professor Sprout beside him at a fast speed.
Professor Flitwick was eating quietly. Even Snape and Sirius, who were sitting next to him - the two recognized enemies, were not arguing.
Sirius always looked at Harry at the Gryffindor table with worry and relief in his eyes.
Snape covered his arm from time to time, as if he was injured.
There was also a purpose. This protagonist in the turmoil a few days ago had the deterrence of the magic eye. Everyone just took a look and quickly looked away.
Finally, the food on the plate disappeared.
Dumbledore stood up, and the hall suddenly became silent. Everyone was waiting for him to speak.
"Another year has ended." Dumbledore looked at everyone and said, "Tonight, I have a lot to say to everyone."
"First of all, I need to thank the two warriors for their wonderful performance in the game. They showed the qualities of an excellent Hogwarts student. Let us pay tribute to them."
Dumbledore raised his glass, and the students and professors also stood up and picked up their glasses.
"Cheers to Diggory!"
"Cheers to Potter!"
Both parties lowered their heads in embarrassment.
Everyone took a sip of their drinks and sat back down, and Dumbledore continued: (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)
"The Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this, and some of your classmates' parents may be shocked by my actions - but you also have the right to know the truth."
"Yes, Voldemort is back."
There was a nervous whisper in the hall, and many people looked at him in horror, trying to find a trace of Dumbledore joking, but his expression was still so calm.
"I believe you have heard a lot of rumors. I can guarantee everything Harry Potter said. Those are all true."
"Telling you this is not to create panic, but to make us more united."
Dumbledore's voice gradually became a little higher: "Yes, Voldemort's means of creating conflicts and hostility are very clever. Only by showing the same unbreakable friendship and trust can we avoid losses as much as possible in future wars."
The word war made Professor McGonagall tremble with fear, and she put down her wine glass uneasily.
"Hogwarts welcomes every student and will provide shelter for their safety. As long as you come back here, I will make a promise - there will always be a place for you here."
After that, Dumbledore sat down.
The banquet ended in this weird atmosphere. There was no joy of a complete holiday, and there was not even a ceremony to announce the results of the college cup.
The students returned to the lounge in this confused state and packed their luggage.......
Everyone was still in shock until the next day when they boarded the train.
Wayne and the girls found a compartment, Fred and George squeezed in shamelessly, followed by Cedric, Ron, and Harry.
They had more important things to ask, and they didn't care about the fact that they were light bulbs.
"So, Voldemort was beaten half of his body by Wayne, even if he didn't die, he wouldn't make trouble in the short term, right?"[]
Fred analyzed: "I still can't believe that Fudge broke up with Dumbledore. Doesn't he know why he can become a minister? Because of his big belly?"
Everyone in the compartment laughed, and the atmosphere was quite relaxed.
"Maybe it's because of his never-ending cocktail parties?" George added: "Dad said that Fudge would be invited by those purebloods of Stadtling every night."
"These are not what you need to worry about, just be vigilant." Wayne didn't explain too much.
It was useless to tell the children what Dumbledore couldn't figure out.
He took out a purse containing three thousand Galleons and threw it to Cedric: "Fleur asked me to give it to you. He said you are the champion."
"I don't want it. Give it back to Miss Delacour." Cedric quickly refused.
"Take it. He is right. If Tom hadn't messed up, you would be the real champion." Wayne said, "Although it is very likely that you received a box lunch as soon as you were teleported there."
"What box lunch?" Cedric asked curiously.
Wayne explained, and everyone fell into silence.
Harry thought about the situation at the time. If Fudge was not the Minister of Magic, he would definitely be killed directly. From this point of view, Wayne's words were quite accurate.
Cedric saved his life.
After several refusals, Cedric still couldn't resist Wayne and took the money.
Fred and George looked at him enviously, and Ron's eyes turned red.
Three thousand Galleons, with this money he could stay out of work for five years and eat, drink and have fun.
After eating the snacks made by Gardevoir, the train soon arrived at King's Cross Station. Before getting off the train, Cedric pulled Wayne back and gave the money back.
Seeing Wayne's unhappy frown, he quickly explained: "I'm not giving it back to you. I want to buy a Firebolt. It should be faster to order through you, right?"
"Then your money is not enough." Although he said so, Wayne still took the money and planned to sell him one at a low price.
Cedric smiled indifferently: "Then lend it to me. Anyway, I borrowed the broom from you before, so you can help me this time."
Wayne snorted.
"You're about to graduate, so even if you buy it, you can only use it for a year, right?"
"2.7 years is a good year, and it's not good to always lend you a broom."
The two got off the train and looked at the surging crowd in front of them. Cedric smiled and said, "When I'm done, I'llLeaving the broom to Hufflepuff is also a good thing for the college. "
"Let's go, my parents are here." Waving excitedly to the front, Cedric joined the crowd and walked towards the Diggory couple.
This is the standard Hufflepuff template in other people's mouths, always loyal and kind.
"Fortunately, I am slightly better." Wayne muttered softly: "Otherwise, the title of Hufflepuff heir would have to fall on this kid's head."
Hermione, who had been following the two: "........"
After handing the girls over to their parents, Wayne walked out of the station under Mr. Lovegood's thief-like eyes. He did not choose to Apparate directly, but came to an alley.
"Minister Fudge, you have been following me for so long, it's time to tell me your purpose, right? "
For a long while, no other sounds came from the alley, but Wayne was not in a hurry, just staring at the trash can not far away.
Like a chameleon, Fudge, who was wrapped tightly all over, suddenly appeared.
"It seems that my disillusionment spell is still so bad." Fudge said with a wry smile.
Wayne did not answer, but just looked at him with a smile.
Fudge took a deep breath, and then said: "Mr. Lawrence, we have known each other for so long, you have never been to my house as a guest, are you interested in going with me today?"
"It's my honor."