In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 291. 289. Triwizard Tournament

Dumbledore raised the wand in his hand, and the crimson light thread lingered at the tip of the wand, and the surrounding temperature obviously rose by four or five degrees compared to the previous second.

Seeing his movements, all the Wupingxian wizards who followed him raised their wands without hesitation, even though the man sitting on the chair brought great pressure to all of them !
After seeing their actions, both sides of Voldemort, whether it was the Aurors or all the other non-combat pure bloods, also raised their wands together.

As long as Voldemort hasn't abandoned them, they can only follow him to the end!
If this man becomes the loser again today, then none of these pure-blood wizards in the trial court will be able to escape, and none of them will be able to survive!
However, even though the atmosphere was already so tense, Voldemort still leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and the wand in his hand was still like a street gangster holding a cigarette, casually held between two fingers, as if he didn't even look at it. See Dumbledore's ready attack posture.

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

As if Dumbledore had just thought of this question, he let out a flat "Aha".

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

Their dialogue was very straightforward, but in this straightforward dialogue, the people who were really threatening were everyone else present.

Voldemort wanted to kill all wizards except Dumbledore, and Dumbledore couldn't protect him, but in the same way, Dumbledore wanted to destroy the entire French Ministry of Magic, even killing all French purebloods present, and Voldemort also Can't stop.

If the battle between the two reaches the point where no one can do anything to the other, then they will inevitably start with the people around each other first.

Looking at Voldemort's cold eyes, Dumbledore suddenly thought that Voldemort hadn't appeared before entering this trial court. Instead, he appeared under the eyes of everyone after both parties gathered. It's the result of what he did deliberately.

As for why such a special occasion was made, it can't be that he just wanted to show off. Voldemort may have such a hobby, but he hasn't done these things on such a critical occasion just for the sake of face. the point.

The biggest possibility is that he intentionally formed a situation where other people would 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 would say it himself.

"Of course it matters."

As long as Voldemort is sane, he can't deny the meaning of their existence in front of all the French purebloods, he said loudly.

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

His voice suddenly became treacherous.

"This battle will eventually evolve into such a result. None of us wants to see it, and no one can reconcile the contradictions between us. You want to capture Paris and counterattack Britain. I want you to get out of France and bring Let 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 reflected an inexplicable white light.

"I'm all ears."

Voldemort stood up from his chair, and with a smile on his face, he 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 to me when I applied for the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts in your office, then maybe I would have grown old." To be honest, be an excellent professor under you, and there will never be a 'Great Mr.' in this world."

"But you rejected me. This is a very shameful thing for me. It is precisely because of this thing that I planned to take Hogwarts, the school of wizardry, from you."

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

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

"It may be a coincidence, or it may be an arrangement of fate. No matter who is the orthodox of Hogwarts, now both of us control two wizarding schools, which is very good!"

"I don't know everyone at the scene, so many years have passed, do you still remember that there was once a magic school in Europe where three magic schools participated together, selecting students as warriors, and they held various competitions, and finally competed for the strongest warrior? match?"

There was no sound in the trial court, whether it was the French pure-blood wizards or the Wupingxian wizards behind Dumbledore, they all looked at the man standing among everyone.

None of these people present could have guessed what Voldemort was talking about. Although the event had indeed been suspended for hundreds of years, wizards still talked about it because of its legendary nature.

"Triwizard Tournament!"

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

"Hogwarts! Beauxbatons! Durmstrang!"

"A competition jointly held by three magic schools representing the entire European magic world. Dumbledore, since the identity of a wizard can't let us decide the outcome of today's battle, it's better to have an education How do you compare between families?"

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

He restrained the smile on his face, his face turned calm, and his words were loud.

"I win, you get out of France with your ridiculous organization! You win, I withdraw to England with everyone who will follow me, and give up everything in this land!"

"And since it is a Triwizard Tournament, the result of this match will also determine that there can only be one Hogwarts! If you win, I will disband Hogwarts under me and step down as the headmaster. If I win, you Also destroy that ridiculous carriage, and take off the title of the so-called greatest Hogwarts headmaster ever!"

Voldemort's voice echoed in the courtroom, and the space fell into a deathly silence.

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

And in such a competition, only a group of children who have not yet graduated from school can really participate in it!
Four children who decide the fate of a land and the legitimacy of Hogwarts
The connection of such hugely different things brought a severe impact to everyone present.

No one knew what kind of thoughts Voldemort had in order to make such a decision, and no one knew what benefits such a decision would have for him.

No one knows exactly what the gap is between the two Hogwarts schools, and the four schools of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang.

The essence of this is to compare the quality of students in different schools, and the final result is unknown until the comparison is made.

No matter how shocking the information is, there is a moment to digest it.

After everyone came back to their senses, they all set their sights on Dumbledore.

Now that Voldemort has proposed a solution to this war, whether to adopt it or not depends on Dumbledore's decision.

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

He just looked deeply at Voldemort without moving his gaze 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.

This kind of waiting didn't last long, and Dumbledore ended his thinking, but what he said next caused an uproar in the audience.

"Where is the venue for the competition?"

There was no bargaining, no more questions, his words were equivalent to agreeing to all the suggestions made by Voldemort in disguise!
The corners of Voldemort's mouth curled up slightly, and there was no surprise or other expressions, but an expression that seemed to be sneering or sneering.

"Since this match also determines the orthodoxy of Hogwarts, how about the venue being Hogwarts Castle?"

Dumbledore nodded, as if appreciative of Voldemort's decision.

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

He lowered his wand, acting as if the suggestion wasn't Voldemort's at all, but he'd thought it that way in the first place.

"This is the best solution. Everything comes down to the most basic competition. I agree with this suggestion, Riddle, so we should make some absolute commitments in this place."

Voldemort seemed to have guessed what Dumbledore was going to say.

After his words fell, he shook the wand in his hand without the slightest 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 cut open by an invisible sharp blade, and scarlet liquid seeped out from it!

Voldemort gripped the hand that was dripping blood and held it up in front of him.

Dumbledore didn't stop either, he also made a gash in the palm of his hand, allowing blood to spurt out.

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

Dumbledore looked up at Voldemort, and his calm face could see what he was thinking now.

"So, when will the Warriors be selected and the games start?"

Voldemort said coldly.

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

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

There was no sarcasm in that smile, no coldness, no restraint and restraint at all, just like an old man who has been at home for a long time and heard some funny jokes from his children and grandchildren.

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

To everyone's confusion, they have reached a consensus on the unbelievable things before, but now they don't know why, there is such a difference in the time for the selection of the warriors.

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

"Since you already have such self-confidence, why don't you spend more time?"

Voldemort didn't know why he sneered.

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

Dumbledore shook his head and said flatly.

"Today next week is enough."

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

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

Dumbledore didn't seem to understand the sarcasm in the words, he nodded happily, and continued at the same time.

"Actually, a week is already very urgent. Since the selection of warriors is so urgent, it is natural to allow some more time for the selected children to prepare. After all, they bear such a big responsibility, and the specific competition process is also very important. Decisions and discussions are required, which require a lot of energy. Therefore, I think it is better to start the competition in September when the new semester begins."

At the beginning of the game, Voldemort didn't seem to have any objections, he looked into Dumbledore's eyes coldly.

"It's bound to be a good show, won't it, Albus Dumbledore, my esteemed professor?"

Dumbledore smiled, that smile was still so gentle and plain.

"Of course it will be a good show, Tom Riddle, my excellent student."

(End of this chapter)