Hogwarts Blood Wizard Chapter 713: Illusion of peace

The people's doubts did not interrupt Dumbledore's words. He raised the pitch a few tis, suppressing the noisy voice on the court.

"The Ministry of Magic would definitely not want to tell you this. The parents of so classmates may not be able to approve of my move, but this incident happened by your side. It is closely related to everyone. I insist on believing in telling the truth forever. Better than lying! Hogwarts should teach you honesty, not lies!"

Dumbledore's tone was very serious. He looked around at the little wizards below, and continued to speak under a pair of panic or confused gazes.

"In the near future we must all spend a very dark ti...

So I sincerely hope that everyone present can unite! There is no ti when this quality is needed more than in this period, and only when we unite with each other and show the determination to fight against the darkness can we defeat Voldemort and achieve the final victory! "

Having said that, Dumbledore turned to look at Gryffindor’s long table, "For example, tonight there is a good example... After Mr. Potter was taken away by Pettigrew-Peter, his friends Actively launched rescue operations and successfully rescued him from Voldemort..."

Dumbledore retelled the story very briefly, and gave Ivan, Harry, and Ron each one hundred points, and Hermione added fifty points in recognition of their courage tonight. Wisdom, indomitability and loyalty to friends!

Ron below heard Dumbledore praise himself in public and gave him the sa scores as Ivan and Harry. He was surprised and a little frightened.

"The professor shouldn't give so many points, I haven't even seen the face of the mysterious person..." Ron said awkwardly.

"No, the information you provided is very important, Ron!" Ivan said seriously. "If you didn't see through the disguise of Peter Pettigrew, and notified us as soon as possible, then Harry might be dead by the ti we arrive!"

While the two were talking, Dumbledore gently waved his magic wand and replaced the three major school flags floating in the air with the golden red lion flag.

"Although there are still a few days before you leave school, judging from the score gap, I think there is no suspense for this year's Academy Cup-it will belong to Gryffindor Academy!" Dumbledore shouted loudly. Tao.

After the announcent of the news, only sparse applause sounded in the auditorium-after all, the news of Voldemort's resurrection was too shocking, compared with the ownership of the Academy Cup has beco insignificant.

When the applause in the auditorium stopped completely, Dumbledore spoke. "Okay, that's probably all I want to say. Next, I will ask the prefects to lead the students back to their respective lounges. I think you should all be tired and need a good rest..."

At this mont, Dumbledore's words were suddenly interrupted by a quick knock on the door.

The little wizards who were about to leave looked at them curiously.

Under the gaze of everyone, Fudge led a few Aurors in quickly.

"What the **** are you doing? Albus?" Fudge looked at Dumbledore very annoyed. "I heard you telling a ridiculous story from all over the world..."

He originally hurried over after receiving news of chaos in the playing field, but he just walked outside the hall when he heard Dumbledore talking about Voldemort...

"This is not a story, Connery, but a real thing. I'm about to tell you in detail..." Dumbledore didn't care about Fudge's offense, and said calmly, after winking at the prefects. , And took Fudge and others to the conference room at the side entrance of the auditorium.

Looking at the backs of several people leaving, Ivan shook his head. After the incident with Little Crouch last ti, he completely lost faith in Fudge. It is almost impossible for Dumbledore to win the support of the Ministry of Magic. thing.

If he were Dumbledore, he would use the Imperius Curse to control Fudge, or modify the mory to turn the minister into a puppet. Only in this way can the power of the Ministry of Magic be unified.

It's a pity that Dumbledore couldn't do this, so this conversation is dood to be fruitless...

Thinking of this, Ivan couldn't help shook his head. After saying goodbye to Aysia, he followed the little wizards of Gryffindor back to the lounge.

Lying on the soft bed in the dormitory, Ivan recalled the scenes that happened tonight, turning over and over and couldn't sleep at all. He knew that such a peaceful life might not last long.

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In the next two days, the atmosphere in the castle beca more and more weird.

The leisurely days before leaving school should have been the happiest ti for the little wizards, but on weekdays, there are not many little wizards coming out and playing on the grass. Wizards will deliberately avoid them.

As for the reason, Ivan is clear, probably because he was warned by his parents.

Because in recent days, a large number of owls have often been seen flying outside the castle into the principal’s office at the top of the tower I can still hear the sound of scolding from inside. According to Hermione’s guess, it should be. It's a roaring letter from parents.

Obviously, Dumbledore’s public announcent of Voldemort’s return did not et the expectations of parents. So people even insisted that they did not want to believe that the Dark Lord had been resurrected, and that their thoughts would naturally be passed on to the next generation.

In such a tense atmosphere, George and Fred went against the trend. They launched a price reduction promotion with great fanfare. All joke toy goods were sold at 30% off, threatening to make Hogwarts lively again. .

But no matter how Ivan looks at it, they are more like they want to clean up the already full inventory before leaving school.

After a turn of ti, it soon arrived the day of leaving school. Ivan packed up his luggage in the morning and went to the auditorium to enjoy today’s breakfast.

While passing by the long table of the academy, Ivan vaguely heard two little wizards arguing whether the mysterious man was resurrected.

Harry and Hermione both looked very angry, and even wanted to co forward and argue with each other, but Ron said with his lips poked. "If they don't believe it, let them go. When the mysterious person stands in front of them, it will be too late to regret it!"

Ivan nodded, arguing with these people is undoubtedly a waste of saliva. There are always so diehard elents who would rather be imrsed in this illusion of peace forever without cutting them on their bodies...

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