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"Didn't Dumbledore go to Germany? How could he still appear in Hogwarts! How did you know?"

Blackwood's voice came from the magic communication table, with undisguised anxiety.

The voice coming from the other end of the watch seemed intermittent and obviously weak.

It was low and hoarse, as if every word needed to be squeezed out with all your strength.

"I...I'm in his hotel room now..."

The person speaking was the Ministry of Magic official who was trapped in the hotel room by Devereux and had been forced to turn into an owl.

He continued breathlessly.

"I intercepted an owl... There's a letter for that Devero Alexander."

Blackwood's voice stagnated obviously, and then he lowered his voice and asked.

"What's in the letter?"

The owl's voice grew weaker and weaker, as if it might stop at any moment.

He struggled to get out a few words.

"The letter... mentioned that there was a murder in Hogwarts. The letter hinted that Dumbledore was acting suspiciously... Damn it! I failed to catch the owl... it ran away..."

There was annoyance and despair in his voice, and then he gritted his teeth and continued.

"This room... was bewitched by Alexander. I can't get out at all..."

Hearing this, Blackwood took a deep breath and his voice became calmer, but he could not hide a trace of anxiety.

"Don't move, I'm coming over now. Just stay quiet, save your energy, and wait for me!"

However, the voice coming from the watch was lower, even with a hint of determination.

"No... leave me alone. You can't get in here, Blackwood. As soon as the action begins, I will... commit suicide. You don't need to risk it for me."

As soon as the words fell, the entire communication fell into suffocating silence.

After a few seconds of silence, Blackwood's voice came from the communication again, calm but revealing an unquestionable decision.

"Dumbledore's appearance has changed everything. I believe that the plan must be abandoned now. Mohammed, your reward and the ship to take you to Russia will be waiting for you at the docks in East Anglia."

"Tom" standing in the shadow of the exhibition hall frowned slightly and carelessly rubbed the old key with his fingers.

He shook his head slowly, with disdain and coldness in his tone.

"Sir, his presence has no impact on our operations. We don't need to change any arrangements because of him."

But Blackwood's voice instantly became colder, with a hint of urgency in his tone.

"No, Muhammad Constantine! Calm down! You are just a squib, and you know what that means! If you act now, when the time comes, you will die - and there is no doubt about it! When the time comes , I can’t save you either!”

Hearing the word "squib", "Tom"'s eyes instantly turned cold.

A cold-blooded smile appeared on his lips, as if he didn't take Blackwood's warning to heart at all.

He chuckled, his voice low and mocking.

"Afraid of death? Then get out of here, Blackwood. I never planned to escape unscathed from the beginning. After the action, I will go to see the Lord - this is a reckoning."

At this point, the lazy smile on his face disappeared, replaced by a ferocious cruelty.

His eyes were like daggers, staring directly at the brightly lit exhibition hall in the distance.

Slowly raising the key in his hand, his voice was as low as a spell.

"Bring the man who killed Annabelle!"

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On the podium, Scrimgeour's speech was still sonorous and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty.

"Right now, we are just checking in with representatives from Hogwarts and Durmstrang. As you can see, there have been some minor frictions between them. In order to ensure the order of the exhibition, we have temporarily isolated them. "

His eyes swept across the crowd in the audience, his voice rose slightly, and there was a hint of warning in his tone.

"During this period, you can enjoy the products and exhibition content brought by other representatives. But I want to remind everyone - if anyone tries to create chaos in the exhibition hall and maliciously spread rumors, then I am sorry, our staff will immediately handle it. You take it away.”

When he said this, he paused for a moment, as if to give the crowd time to react, and then continued.

"Thank you for your cooperation, and please believe that the Ministry of Magic will do its best to ensure the safety and order of this exhibition."

After Scrimgeour finished speaking, he quietly retreated to the center of the podium with his usual calmness and dignity.

His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, still locked on the crowd, as if to imply that no abnormal movement could escape his eyes.

The audience in the audience was silenced by his aura. Many people talked in low voices, and more people just looked at each other.

Although there may be complaints in their hearts, no one dares to break out on the spot.

After all, this is the director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, a figure who has come out of battlefields and conspiracies.

“This exhibition is really getting more and more interesting.”

A reporter in the crowd murmured in a low voice, writing quickly on the parchment with a quill in his hand.

They were quiet on the surface, but they were already active in their hearts, and they had obviously begun to think about how to turn this incident into the headlines of tomorrow's newspapers.

"The Ministry of Magic exhibition turns into a farce? The secret war between Hogwarts and Durmstrang."

"Director Auror Scrimgeour: tough or incompetent?"

These headlines came to the minds of the reporters, but at this moment, no one dared to challenge Scrimgeour's patience with their careers.

The only person who seemed to be in a good mood was Madame Maxime of Beauxbatons.

Originally, the booth of Beauxbatons was the most deserted of the three major magic schools, which seemed a bit embarrassing.

But as the conflict between Hogwarts and Durmstrang intensified, the audience's attention gradually shifted to Beauxbatons.

Madame Maxime personally gave a speech to everyone in front of the booth. Seeing the two old enemies fighting each other like this, she was naturally very happy.

Madame Maxime stood in front of the Beauxbatons booth, tall and straight, with a voice as clear and powerful as a bell, just like Scrimgeour. Even without the sound-boosting spell, the audience around her could still hear it clearly.

Her tone was gentle with a hint of French elegance, and her gestures were smooth and natural, like a natural orator.

"Welcome to the Beauxbatons booth! Today, we have brought you a brand new potion. This is an improved version of the love potion, which uses the hair of the veela instead of the traditional unicorn tail hair."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd immediately whispered.

Some listeners seemed a little uneasy, while others showed expressions of eagerness to try.

"This love potion is more effective!"

Madame Maxime smiled slightly, with a hint of pride in her tone.

"It can make the user fall hopelessly in love with you, but please note-"

Her voice paused slightly, attracting everyone's attention, and then she said in a low and meaningful tone.

"This potion has a special side effect. The user will not only be deeply obsessed with you, but also have a strong disgust for other opposite sexes."

Hearing this, a low murmur broke out in the crowd.

Some people frowned, some laughed, but more people seemed very interested.

"Interesting!"

A gorgeously dressed witch exclaimed in a low voice, and the wizard next to her nodded, obviously attracted by this novel potion.

"Is this a side effect?"

Another young wizard raised his eyebrows, seemingly not caring about this so-called "side effect".

"Making competitors disappear from sight, isn't this the most perfect love?"

A witch said half-jokingly, causing laughter from the people around her.

And in the bunk, the silver-haired girl, Furong, was not very interested in this.

Or rather, she already had this ability to a certain extent, and Madame Maxime had told them about the effects of this potion countless times along the way.

So Furong had lost interest in it, and her eyes swept aimlessly over a pile of magazines and newspapers on the table.

Her fingers unconsciously fiddled with several magazines with fancy covers, with a bit of boredom.

Although she had flipped through some of them, to be honest, her English was not fluent, and she only read many articles roughly, and even skipped some, just staring at the colorful pictures in a daze.

Just when she was about to give up, the cover of a magazine suddenly caught her sight.

On the cover was a huge fire dragon, covered with dark red scales, with a huge mouth that seemed to be able to spit out hot flames, and the background was a large auditorium that she had never seen before.

The dragon's amber eyes were shining with a sharp light, as if they could penetrate the pages and look directly into her soul.

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