Hogwarts: I, The Strongest Dark Lord In History!

"Dumbledore, what the hell is going on, you have to give me an explanation!"

Facing Karkaroff's aggressive questioning.

Dumbledore raised his hand to signal the other to be calm.

But Karkaroff didn't calm down.

"Scam, all this is just your scam!"

He pointed at Dumbledore and the other English wizards present.

"You and your Ministry of Magic have lured me here under false pretenses, but it's not a fair competition to meet me.

"You somehow arranged for two warriors who were not of the right age to enter the competition, and now you are trying to attack our warrior and disqualify him from the competition."

"This is a conspiracy. What promotes the friendship of the international wizarding community, what restores good relations in the past, these are just excuses, it is a conspiracy!"

Karkaroff finished berating Dumbledore and spat thick phlegm at his feet.

"All fly away!"

Lucas' cold voice sounded.

Karkaroff didn't even have time to turn around when he was pinned against the wall by the spell.

"Igor Karkaroff, if you don't know how to control your emotions, I don't mind helping you control them."

"Conspiracy? Without the constraints of the Goblet of Fire, how boring do you think I would be to participate in such a house-playing game?"

"Seven Seven Seven" "Triwizard Tournament? Glory? Don't be kidding, these things are not even as important to me as earning Galleons.

"Now that Mr. Barty Crouch is dead, as the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, the influence of this matter is not trivial."

"And the new referee candidates also need to be determined, there is only one month left before the last match, isn't it?"

After Lucas finished speaking, he picked up the black tea again.

Regarding the new referee and what to do next has nothing to do with him, and issues related to the game should be discussed by the referees.

He turned to look at Professor Snape beside him.

"Professor, how is your potion research going? Now there is only one month left."

"It's almost there, now only the test is left."

Lucas' eyes lit up.

Looking at the referee group who are constantly arguing.

He left the headmaster's office with Professor Snape.

Looking at the crystal clear potion in his hand, Lucas frowned.

"What is the effect of your poison?"

Professor Snape snorted softly.

From his tone, Lucas could clearly feel a trace of pride.

"I researched the ancient spell of the mysterious man to obtain the flesh, and specifically researched the blood of the enemy."

"This bottle of potion is colorless and tasteless, and drinking it will not cause any impact on the human body, but it will make the blood of the person who drinks the potion repel everything."

That's all Professor Snape said, but he also explained the effect of the medicine very clearly.

He shook the medicine bottle in his hand.

Lucas took out his wand and summoned Shannai, his house-elf.

"Little master, Shana is waiting for your orders!"

He handed the potion in his hand to Shana the elf, and asked Professor Snape.

"How long does this bottle of medicine last for?"

"Take it one week before the start of the competition, and when the medicine fully takes effect, the competition will start, and the potion will be excreted in another week.

Lucas nodded clearly: "Shanai, did you hear, it's a week before the start of the third competition. 11

"Put the contents of this bottle into Harry Potter's food, and make sure he drinks it, understand?"

"Sha Nai understands, little master!" Shan Nai disappeared in front of the two of them after speaking.

"Let's go, Mr. Principal should have finished talking." Professor Snape cleaned up the potion materials on the table, turned and walked outside.

On the way to the headmaster's office, neither of them mentioned the bottle of untested potion again.

Professor Snape was very confident in his pharmaceutical skills.

So does Lucas.

The potion science talent in the awakening stage allowed him to easily identify whether the potion was effective or not.

"Elves' tears, when are you going to give them to me?" Professor Snape asked suddenly.

Lucas looked at the principal's office that was about to arrive in front of him and replied.

"Next school year? Don't worry, I will set aside time for you to brew the spiritual potion."

"The book says it needs to be boiled for at least one year. You'd better hurry up and prepare, Mr. Grindelwald!"

See Professor Snape frowning slightly.

Lucas was surprised.

Unexpectedly, Professor Snape, who was always expressionless, would show such an expression.

He went over the follow-up plan carefully in his mind.

"Don't worry, there must be enough time!"

Hearing what Lucas believed in, Professor Snape didn't continue to discuss the topic.

Wait for the two to come to the principal's office.

The others had already left.

Dumbledore propped up the desk with one hand, staring blankly at the bookshelf.

It can be seen from his back that dealing with other people makes him feel exhausted.

"Are you here? Lucas, is Little Hangleton ready?"

"The construction company had withdrawn a week ago, and the roads in the village had been repaired, so I don't think Voldemort would be suspicious.

"That's good." Dumbledore turned to face the two of them.

At this moment, exhaustion was written on his face.

"Lucas, I should listen to you and have a good chat with Harry, that kid trusts others too easily."

Lucas laughed and said: "It seems a bit late, Harry lived in a very difficult environment since he was a child, so it's normal to be close to those who treat him well.

"But you didn't guide him in time, so he is still like this even now, even though I reminded him to look at people not to look at the surface when I was in the first grade."

"But Mr. Savior is obviously immersed in the flattery of the people around him, and quickly forgot my words."

Dumbledore sighed.

"Sorry, Lucas, Harry troubled you this time."

"You don't need to apologize for him, what's more important now is how to ensure that Harry is sent to Little Hangleton in the Tri-Power Cup smoothly.

Lucas paused for a few seconds, then looked at the two and continued: "With Mr. Potter's character, it's hard to guarantee that he won't do something to share the honor with others."

If it had been done before, Dumbledore could still answer with certainty that it was impossible.

But now, even he had doubts about Harry's brain circuits.

Professor Snape said slowly at this time: "If someone helped Potter in the maze, perhaps the stupid and arrogant Potter would."

Seeing that both of them looked at him.

Dumbledore pondered for a moment and said: "Lucas, as the first warrior to enter the arena, I trouble you to intercept everyone except Harry.

"That is to say, let me take the initiative to attack other warriors?"

"That's right!" Dumbledore nodded affirmatively.

Lucas chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely deliver Mr. Potter to that person safely.

For Lucas' ability, Dumbledore still recognized...

But he was still a little uneasy about letting Harry face Voldemort alone.

Hearing his worries, Lucas said with a smile: "As a person who has personally experienced the power of my spells, you should have the most say."

Thinking of the trap Lucas left in the cemetery.

The worry on Dumbledore's face softened a bit.

Time to enter June.

Hogwarts, which had been silent for several months, became lively again.

As the game date approaches.

The candidate for the last referee has also been determined.

Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic in England.

As the last match, and as Minister for Magic, he was due to be there.

for the next period of time.

Mr. Savior pulls his friends to practice a lot of spells every day.

Obstacle spell can suspend the enemy's attack.

Smash spell, which can blast solid obstacles.

Harry also learned the Orientation Charm to ensure that he would not lose his way in the maze.

With the experience of the previous two games.

For the upcoming third game, he has not been so nervous.

Anyway, try your best, even if you lose, you won't regret it.

certainly.

These are what Mr. Savior said to his companions.

Since the game is scheduled for June 24th.

So the professors decided to bring forward the end-of-year exams for the current school year to the week before the competition.

This allows students to watch the game without any burden.

After the game is over, they can go to the bulletin board to check their results.

The professor who came up with this brilliant idea was smug.

As everyone knows, the little wizards almost hated him to death.

Soon it was game day.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, everyone went to the auditorium for dinner.

After dinner, everyone will go to the Quidditch pitch to wait for the last game to start.

"Harry, Lucas, you two come here."

Professor McGonagall glanced proudly at the two standing in front of him.

"After dinner later, you can go to the small room next to the auditorium, where relatives will be waiting.

Before they could answer 5.1, Professor McGonagall turned and left the auditorium.

Lucas pretended that the other party hadn't said this at all.

There's no way his family will come, Gellert Grindelwald aside.

Both Abernathy and Vita Rothier had important appointments and couldn't make it.

Harry, on the other hand, was a little dazed.

However, after finishing his meal, he went to the room next to the auditorium.

When he saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill Weasley, his face was full of surprise, joy and emotion.

Lucas had dinner and was accompanied by three women to the stadium.

By this time the hedges on the field had grown to a height of 20 feet.

They completely obscure the view in the maze.

Lucas looked at the only gap in front of him and knew that this was the entrance to this great maze.

Spectators began to pour into the stands one after another.

The other players also came to Lucas at this time.

Mrs. Weasley waved to Lucas when she saw him.

Seeing that the referees were all seated, Dobagman looked around the stands.

After the audience had almost arrived, he drew out his wand and pointed it at his throat: "The voice is loud!"

"Good evening, gentlemen and ladies, it is an honor to announce this to you all.

"The third game starts now!".