In this Hogwarts without a savior

Chapter 360 358. Deep meaning
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, he walked slowly into the secret room.

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

Walking in front of the statue, he looked at the dead dwarf and waved the wand in his hand.

Without any incantations being uttered, or any magic being activated, the surrounding text symbols suddenly gathered, and along the five chains struck the dwarf whose body surface had begun to become illusory.

Voldemort raised one of his feet, and the pair of expensive leather boots stepped on the dwarf. The next moment, the round-faced and big-mouthed dwarf was shattered into pieces, and the runes around him became even brighter. light up.

"The ghost doesn't go away."

After dropping these words, Voldemort turned around and walked towards the secret room, as if he didn't realize that other people had been in this room.

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

This kind of silence lasted for a long, long time. In the middle of the 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 crawled out of it.

Her face was obviously pale due to fear, but she did not rush to leave immediately, but pulled out a thick roll of parchment from the satchel she carried, and spread it on the ground, Then, with the faint light on the magic wand illuminating the spell, he copied the runes on the ground bit by bit on the paper.

The appearance of Voldemort was seen by many people.

On 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 everyone who saw this scene was amazed. Heartbroken.

This man is truly unimaginably powerful.

In the Forbidden Forest, even if Jon tried his best to use an enhanced version of the Killing Curse, there was no way to have an actual effect on the Hungarian Horntail, but under Voldemort's hands, his Death Curse was A veritable Unforgivable Curse.

When every green light is lit, there must be the end of a life.

Seeing that all the dragon disasters in the castle had been resolved, Boster had an ecstatic expression on his face.

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

"No matter what schemes and tricks you have, they are useless in front of the master! Do you think that a group of fire dragons can make Hogwarts castle fall? Dreaming!"

Jon looked at him speechlessly. The vice-principal of Beauxbaton was probably scared out of his mind by Rozier.

Whose conspiracy is this group of fire dragons?

He really doesn't know, does he?
Just a few minutes after the black mist eliminated all the fire dragons, they disappeared again.

Suddenly, a handsome wizard wearing a dark green delicate robe slowly came to the playing field from the edge of the Black Lake.

No one can see the expression on his face, he is as unpredictable as the dark clouds in the sky, the change of thunderstorm and wind and sunshine is only in an instant.

"gentlemen."

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

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

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

"Master! They cheated! That little Mudblood cheated and won against Emir! You must uphold justice. You proposed this match, and we must ensure fairness!"

Burst cried and hugged Voldemort's thigh, tearfully accusing Jon of their crimes.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little gloomy, and it could even be said to be tense.

There are only a small number of those reporters who are willing to dedicate themselves to the news. They just turned off the flash and are still persistently trying to freeze the picture so that they don’t have to worry about the news in the next two weeks.

And most of the reporters who already felt the scene was wrong didn't dare to stay here for a while, and immediately trotted away from the Hogwarts campus with their cameras in their arms.

Today's harvest is enough, and if they stay longer, there may be bigger news, but they have to be ordered to bring it out.

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

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

His words made people feel less malicious, as if he was sincerely expressing his appreciation to Jon.

No one could hear much anger from his mouth, just like what happened to Hogwarts Castle tonight, it didn't matter to him at all.

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

However, people's eyes can't express a person's detailed heart after all. At most, Jon can only see that he is really not pretending. I don't really care.

So what exactly is he trying to do?
Isn't the ultimate goal of designing these fire dragons to want their own lives?
He looked so careless, but he still controlled the situation of the audience as soon as he came out.

Burst was still holding Voldemort's thigh, but his master didn't look at him from the beginning to the end.

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

Matthew answered his question.

"Jon Green got [-] points, Diane Rozier and Emile Lestrange both got [-] points."

After hearing his words, Voldemort suddenly kicked Burst away from his legs.

"Since the referees have already scored the scores, it means they have recognized the current results. I invited the referees of the federation, which means that I trust their abilities. It's your turn to say it's unfair?"

Burst was full of grievances.

"But they still say we cheated, master! They say we planned the madness of these fire dragons!"

Voldemort's face was flat.

"So we planned it?"

"of course not!"

Burst's voice has never been louder.

"Then why are you excited? 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 obviously took on a lot of pressure, and he swallowed.

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

"very good."

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

"I never expect young people to be successful no matter what they do, but surely you won't always disappoint me?"

It was not harsh, but more like a word of encouragement, which allowed Emil to regain his composure and looked up at Voldemort. His eyes showed excitement and firmness. Those reverent eyes seemed like if Voldemort ordered him to die on the spot. , he would have no hesitation.

"No, sir, I will not disappoint you again!"

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

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

He didn't seem to think that the fact that the castle was attacked by fire dragons would embarrass him as the headmaster, but just as he was about to leave directly, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

"Is this going to go back to the Ministry of Magic? Riddle."

The whole scene suddenly became extremely quiet. Hearing this surname, which is not uncommon in the magic world, but is unfamiliar to most people at this time, everyone held their breath.

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

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, whose steps suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face didn't fade in the slightest.

"Such a big thing happened in school, but you still pretend to be so casual and careless. You really don't plan to stay in the castle overnight to appease the emotions of those under you and the students?"

Among the people present, except for Jon, they didn't understand what Dumbledore meant when he said that it was more like a suggestion.

They all knew that there was an irreconcilable conflict between the two, but they didn't hear any smell of gunpowder from the words.

However, Voldemort, who had always remained calm, turned around at this moment and looked at Dumbledore with an extremely cold face.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you beforehand, old man, since you have 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 turn of events made everyone else a little confused, but they could all see that Dumbledore's words just now had obviously touched some of Voldemort's reverse scales.

But his threat did not change Dumbledore's expression much, he was still so indifferent.

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

"Of course the blood oath can be guaranteed."

"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 go the way you think every time, do they?" Dumbledore blinked.

Voldemort's face turned even colder.

"Then let's move on."

After speaking, he walked towards the castle without looking back.

Seeing him leave, Boster and Emir had no intention of staying any longer, and followed him and left the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

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

Matthew looked at Dumbledore, who was still holding the bottle with Jon's own memory in his hand.

"I will investigate what happened in the game, Albus, but you should understand this kind of thing, and there will be no definite conclusion at all under such circumstances."

Both Dumbledore and Jon are of course very clear that even if the evidence is convincing, this incident will not have any impact on the situation.

Unless Voldemort is about to be defeated and loses the strength to contend with them, no matter how much evidence there is, as long as the opponent bites to death, there will be no more follow-up.

"I can understand your difficulties, and up to now, you have done well enough, after all, you are just an outsider."

Dumbledore said softly, then took Jon and Rozier and they turned around and prepared to leave from here.

"Rest early in the evening, and then prepare for the second project, you are busy."

On the way back, Jon could clearly feel that Dumbledore's footsteps were fast, as if there was something urgent.

"What's the matter? Professor."

Dumbledore's face was serious.

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

Returning to the castle, Voldemort's face still maintained the gloomy expression he had at the end of his conversation with Dumbledore.

After he came back, Snape walked up to greet him quickly, surrounded by many professors, even though many of them were still wounded, as long as these people could breathe and move, they would not dare to stand in front of their master. When he came to the castle, he was still lying on the hospital bed.

"How are things going?"

"We've already settled the students. Crouch is taking people to inspect the corpses of the fire dragons. Amycus is confirming the damage to the castle, but it seems that there should be little damage at the moment."

"Where's the staff?"

"Two people died. An Auror was accidentally pierced by the fangs of the Peruvian Venomous Dragon, and Pierre from the Half-Blood Academy was killed by Crouch because of his cowardice."

"Take these people to work, and find out why these dragons suddenly set their targets on the castle for me 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 only Voldemort standing in the foyer of the castle, still thinking about the last conversation Dumbledore had with him.

He felt that the cunning old thing didn't just want to talk to him. The fact that Dumbledore called him to stop the moment he was about to leave was already something to think about.

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