Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

The tall and well-behaved white-faced boy Cedric stood beside Dumbledore awkwardly. The joy of being chosen to become a warrior was gone at this moment. He stiffened and turned to look at the person holding his shoulder, equally astonished. Dumbledore. ♦♤♗

In fact, not only him, but also other students who were selected as warriors were also in a state of sluggishness at this moment.

There was silence in the auditorium, as if everyone's eyes had not recovered from the names shining on the top of the auditorium.

Cedric tilted his head slightly, lowered his voice almost to the point of inaudibility, and said in Dumbledore's ear:

"Professor, is this also included in your calculations?"

"Of course not." Dumbledore shook his head dully. He felt more than a thousand pairs of questioning eyes like palms pressing on his shoulders, making his body sink.

But he quickly got over his surprise and returned to his original calm self. Those blue eyes swept across the faces of Cyrus and Grindelwald as quickly as birds flying across the lake, and he saw the smiles of the two people at the same time.

"Albus, what's going on?" McGonagall trotted over with urgent steps.

In Cyrus's memory, he had never seen her in such a panic. In fact, this is indeed the case. The stern and rigid Professor McGonagall has devoted half of his life to Hogwarts after his two loves ended in not-so-good endings.

Hogwarts was already her destination, her home.

She was like an old grandmother in a family who had to worry about everything. She didn't want to see anything bad for Hogwarts, but this change had already been revealed to the whole world.

Every questioning look from the audience was like a blade piercing her body.

The only support at this moment that kept her from fainting immediately was that Albus Dumbledore was still here.

"I also want to know what's going on." Barty Crouch Jr. walked over angrily. He used Ms. Maxim's tall body to smooth over all obstacles, like a bird bigger than a hill. The crazy talisman rushed over like a horse.

"Give me an explanation, Dumbledore!"

He was really angry. Although he and Voldemort secretly made some preparations and guessed that the four "devil kings" would gather together, he never thought about Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Thaler. The three of them will participate in the competition together!

Beauxbatons is the only magic school that does not have a principal participating in the competition. Of course, Voldemort is now missing. Even if Barty Crouch Jr. participates, facing the three legendary wizards, the result will be death.

"I don't remember anyone telling me that the principal is allowed to participate in the Warriors Tournament." He said coldly.

"Let me tell you in advance, Mr. Grindelwald is not the principal of Durmstrang, and he did not graduate from Durmstrang." Vader Rozier said with a chuckle.

But not many people care about this. In fact, no one cares about even the name Harry Potter that spewed out of the Goblet of Fire. Even if Harry is not of the required age, he is at least a student.

Cyrus is okay, he looks young and has left the United States. In fact, he is not that famous.

But Dumbledore and Grindelwald...

"Albus, I think the Goblet of Fire may have been sealed in dust for hundreds of years, and the magic in it has become invalid and chaotic. I think maybe we can try it again...use other methods to select warriors..." Babajid suggested.

But Dumbledore raised his hand and shook his head slightly.

"I think no matter how confusing the Goblet of Fire's magic is, it can't choose a name it doesn't know out of thin air."

"You mean someone deliberately threw your name into it?"

Dumbledore did not answer immediately. He paused and looked at each wizard with his blue eyes.

Everyone present was waiting for him to make a decision on whether the Goblet of Fire match, which had not officially started yet and was already in chaos, could be held smoothly. Some people were also on tenterhooks, fearing that Dumbledore would mistake him for someone who was sabotaging the game.

"I think there's no hope." Ron shook his head at Harry unoptimistically, and then asked, "When did you sign up and you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't sign up, so someone else must have put my name in." Harry shook his head, "I suspect it's Voldemort, what do you think? He must want to make both Cyrus and Professor Dumbledore suffer through the Warriors Tournament. Also, There’s that Grindelwald, maybe he’s here for revenge too!”

"What you said makes sense." Ron nodded in agreement, "If Dumbledore hadn't lost his mind, he would definitely not have continued the game."

But Dumbledore's answer obviously exceeded Ron's expectations.

"I mean, I'm very happy that the Goblet of Fire thinks I'm qualified for the title of Warrior, because it represents not only magical power, but also many admirable qualities, such as: integrity, wisdom, bravery and so on. Ambition..."

He spoke in turn, and every time he mentioned a character, his eyes paused at the corresponding academy. Every little wizard who was enveloped by his gaze subconsciously straightened his back.

"Albus, don't you want to continue the game?" McGonagall's voice was trembling, "This is ridiculous, the whole world is watching us!"

"The Goblet of Fire is a contract, Minerva. After the warrior is chosen, the trial cannot be terminated." Dumbledore said firmly, "We must abide by the charter. The charter clearly stipulates that anyone whose name comes out of the Goblet of Fire Everyone must participate in the competition for hegemony.”

Cyrus watched them quarreling, and as the instigator, he seemed to be a person outside the incident at the moment. He was still sitting in the faculty seat, raised his eyes and sent a small signal to a hidden corner.

Then a beetle flew away without anyone noticing.

"We don't know how this situation came about." Dumbledore said to every student in the auditorium, and also explained to every wizard who could see the scene through a magic drone.

"But in my opinion, we have no choice but to accept it. Me, Gellert Grindelwald and Cyrus, all three of us have to play. Make teams for our schools, of course. This is a little unfair to Beauxbatons, and I think we can make some preferential treatment elsewhere." Dumbledore proposed a plan.

Although this solution does not satisfy everyone, there is currently no better way. The flame of the Goblet of Fire has been extinguished. If you want to ignite it again, you can only wait for the next competition to start.

"I have no problem with that, Dumbledore." Cyrus finally put down the food in his hand and came to everyone, "During the game, Bellatrix Black will replace me as the referee. .”

After he finished speaking, Bella immediately took a step forward gracefully and bowed slightly.

"I have no objection either." Grindelwald clasped his hands behind his back, as if looking at the starry sky-like ceiling of the auditorium, absentmindedly walked to the front and stood side by side with Cyrus and Dumbledore. His tone was frivolous and his eyes were With provocation:

"Let us compete again, Dumbledore."

After Grindelwald finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows vaguely at Cyrus.

Cyrus understood what he meant.

Graves, who was present as the referee, and several other Aurors from the International Confederation of Wizards showed great anger on their faces. One of the wizards stood up excitedly and shouted loudly:

"The game must be stopped, Albus Dumbledore!"

In fact, when Grindelwald said these words, the nature of the competition had completely changed - it was no longer an event for schools to communicate with each other to promote friendship, but became a fifty-year competition. The continuation of the previous war between Dumbledore and Grindelwald, the International Confederation of Wizards and the Wiccan Party!

Decades ago, the Umbrella Party launched bloody and brutal reforms, and those hatreds did not simply die out!

Of course, the influence of the Wiccan Party will not disappear in just fifty years. If Grindelwald turns defeat this time, more people will gather around him and fight for his beliefs!

The International Federation of Wizards will never allow war to start in this way again.

On the other hand, it was Cyrus. Although he stood side by side with the two of them, except for a few people who knew Cyrus' strength, most wizards did not take Cyrus to heart. They all subconsciously believed that the battle would be decided. The final result and the direction of the world must be the victory or defeat between Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

"The Goblet of Fire decides it, and no one can stop it." Dumbledore shook his head first, and then motioned for them to rest assured.

Graves, who should have been more aggressive, calmed down after seeing Cyrus.

"In this case, I can only agree."

Barty Crouch Jr. walked to the front with a sullen expression. He was already worried about his master, Voldemort. He believed that Voldemort would come back stronger from time, so he specially added the names of Harry and Cyrus to the Goblet of Fire.

But judging from the current situation, even if the Dark Lord is resurrected, it is impossible for him to defeat Cyrus and Dumbledore joining forces, right?

His tall body stood elegantly beside Grindelwald, leaning down to look at Grindelwald.

——The Demon King during World War II, a powerful wizard who almost swept the entire world and changed the pattern of wizards. Although Voldemort has always despised Grindelwald, he believed that Grindelwald was just a loser. Not only did he lose to Dumbledore, but he was also imprisoned in Nurmengard, which was sad and pitiful.

But now, Barty Jr. has to consider whether to extend an olive branch to Grindelwald to ensure that he will not be left alone after the Dark Lord is resurrected.

‘Grindelwald was once Dumbledore’s biggest enemy, so the chances are high. ’

He thought to himself, and subconsciously moved closer to Grindelwald.

At this time, a flash of light suddenly lit up in the dark auditorium, followed by a crisp "click" sound of the film rotating. A colorful woman walked in wearing high heels—Rita Skeeter.

The female reporter who was sent to prison by Cyrus himself was bailed out by him not long ago with gold galleons.

Months of living in Azkaban made her lose weight several times, but it did not change her annoying personality, nor did she change her automatic writing quill that liked to make up random things.

Of course, now she works for Cyrus.

Rita Skeeter's ability to make things up will definitely add a lot of readability to this competition. In this era, wizards mainly obtained information through reading.

Babajid realized that things could not be changed, so he could only say: "In this case, then the competition will continue, and the referee positions of Albus Dumbledore and Cyrus will be transferred to Ms. McGonagall and Ms. Ms. Black. In addition, before the official competition begins, perhaps we need to discuss whether to modify the content of the competition..."

He paused and said so many words in one breath that he was a little breathless: "The first project will be carried out on November 24th and will be completed in front of other students and the judging panel."

"Ilvermorny will attend on time." Cyrus said, then waved to the ten students and led them out of the auditorium.

"Cassandra, Fisher, come to my office." Cyrus gave a slight reminder.

Cassandra and Fisher were the remaining two selected warriors of Ilvermorny. They suddenly had to compete with the principals. Fisher didn't seem so confident, but Cassandra was very confident. Happy to be playing alongside Cyrus.

When she passed the Gryffindor table, she raised her eyebrows at Ginny and Hermione provocatively, her arrogant eyes almost a bit arrogant. Ginny was so angry that she almost jumped up and cast a spell on her.

Returning to their carriage, the other wizards who were not selected did not return to their rooms immediately. Instead, they gathered in the public area of ​​the carriage and discussed the matter with great interest, especially who among the three principals was. A little stronger.

Cyrus took Cassandra and Fisher back to his mobile office in the carriage. It was said to be an office, but in fact it was more like a small room with a structure similar to a hotel suite. The office and bed were not far apart.

"Professor, do you have any instructions?" Fisher said nervously, "I heard that Grindelwald and Dumbledore are probably one of the most powerful wizards in the world..."

"You don't have to worry about this, Fisher." Cassandra said softly, her tone like a piece of gauze fluttering in the wind, "The professor's skills are no worse than them."

"Of course I believe that!"

Fisher would never forget the sight of ptarmigans, ocelots, horned water snakes, and goblins bowing before Cyrus.

"Okay, there's no need to brag for me. What I want to tell you is that it looks like me, Dumbledore and Grindelwald have joined the game, but in fact, for you, the pressure you have to face is In fact, it will be bigger.

"We have our own battles, and you are likely to face more enemies." Cyrus said softly.

It is impossible for Cyrus, Dumbledore and Grindelwald to really compete with the young wizards. On the Beauxbatons side, Voldemort did not participate in the competition in person, but will the selected competition members be replaced? It's unknown if he became a Death Eater.

They don't care about magical contracts, let alone the lives of Beauxbatons students.

There is also Voldemort. Since Grindelwald believed that Voldemort would be resurrected through prophecy, this game carried huge dangers from the beginning.

"I won't lose to those brats." Cassandra said confidently.

——

Soon, it’s November.

The first event of the competition is about to begin.

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