In This Hogwarts Without a Savior

Dumbledore's promise is undoubtedly very secure.

Since he said that Jon would be able to do it today, there would be nothing wrong. This also made many students who were worried about Jon's safety feel relieved at this time.

After chatting with the students, Dumbledore began to tell them with a very solemn face the following details about the selection of warriors for the Triwizard Tournament.

"Students in the first and second grades cannot participate. Your study time is too short and there is no way to participate in such a high-intensity competition. Whether students in the third grade and above can participate is entirely up to you. If you want to sign up, please submit your The names were written on a slip of paper and thrown into the burning cup in the middle of the ballroom.”

As Dumbledore spoke, the students at Hogwarts all turned their attention to the large, roughly carved wooden goblet in the middle of the banquet hall, which was filled with dancing blue-white flames.

At this time, pure-blood students belonging to that Hogwarts castle are lining up to throw their names into the cup.

After those children saw that the students on Dumbledore's side were looking in their direction, many of them raised their heads provocatively.

Only George and Fred responded with ugly grimaces to their gesture.

"This cup is the referee for selection. It has a history of hundreds of years. It was also used to select the warrior candidates for each school in the Triwizard Tournament. This time is of course no exception. You will throw your names into it. From now on, it will throw out the list of people it deems suitable at eight o'clock tonight, and at that time, a contract that cannot be broken will be established. No matter who is selected, he must participate in the next one. Competition. That is, everyone who wants to throw their name into that cup must be absolutely mentally prepared, because from that moment on, as long as they are selected, no one can turn back."

Dumbledore's words were very serious, and after listening to his story, everyone present became extremely serious.

"We need Jon!"

Fred had never said such words so solemnly.

After hearing his speech, no one among the students felt unconvinced, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"As long as Jon is selected, the championship will definitely be ours!"

They spoke eloquently.

Dumbledore looked at them without agreeing or refuting, he just said calmly.

"I have never doubted Jon's ability, but you can't rely on him for everything. This is a very bad habit. Children, think about it if one day you don't have Jon by your side. To help you, can you do better?”

His words made many people feel panic for no reason.

Every student here knows very well that if there were no Jon, not only would there be about one fifth fewer people sitting here, but they would also not know what kind of dangers they would experience on the sea.

"No matter how excellent people are leading you, don't forget that the only person who can help you the most is actually you."

Even on such an occasion, Dumbledore did not forget his duty as a teacher to teach students. Students from the other three schools had already put their names into the Goblet of Fire.

Flash lights kept lighting up, and countless newspapers from different regions in the banquet hall took photos when each student threw his name into the cup, capturing this moment even in the long history. A very meaningful moment.

This selection of the Warriors will last for one day until the results are announced at eight o'clock.

In front of the students at Hogwarts Castle, Voldemort was still sitting on the main seat in such an understated manner. Until the final result came out, the Ministry of Magic still belonged to him, and this banquet hall was also his home court.

Wizards are constantly trying to get close to him to get close to him. If there is a Ministry of Magic that supports Dumbledore's witch-leveling line, there must also be a government that supports Voldemort's theory of pure-blood superiority.

These people do not necessarily want Voldemort to rule the area where they are located, but they have some ideas about using his theories to gain power for themselves or the interest groups to which they belong.

For these people, Voldemort seemed to welcome all comers. He was chatting and laughing with a group of diplomats from the Ministry of Magic. He did not look at all like the Dark Lord he once was, nor did he look at all like the former Dark Lord a few months ago. He walked into the Ministry of Magic with his body bleeding.

What will be held on this day is not only an election ceremony for the game warriors, but also a social banquet.

Judging from the attitudes of the Ministry of Magic governments that have arrived so far, even though Dumbledore's witch-hunting front has achieved extremely impressive results, the vast majority of people still feel that they have control over the entire United Kingdom and the nominal legal occupation of France. Voldemort has an even greater advantage.

In particular, this Triwizard Tournament was proposed by Voldemort himself. No one would think that this powerful man would bring trouble to himself. Since he is confident and willing to end this war in this way, there will definitely be rely.

As for Dumbledore, the magical governments of Norway and Finland in Northern Europe are more inclined to Grindelwald than to him.

They support the Witch Flat Line only because of Grindelwald, and only a small number of them actually support Dumbledore from the bottom of their hearts.

Because it has been quiet for nearly ten years, even if Dumbledore seems to be making a comeback, no one thinks he has much chance of success.

The dancing fire warmed the entire splendid hall. Some people had fun smiles on their faces, some had sarcasm on their faces, some were silent and frowning in thought, and some were looking back at the past with regret.

While the banquet hall of the French Ministry of Magic was so busy, thousands of miles away under the Arctic ice, Jon was making final preparations.

He let Gabrielle hide directly in the petrified body of Nick, so as to prevent her from being hit by the death curse that might be denser than raindrops later.

Jon himself also tied Nick behind him, which was the only way he could resist the death curse now.

Fortunately, Nick is an adult ghost. He is taller than Jon and can perfectly cover all the blind spots behind Jon.

After preparing all this, Jon stared at the bronze door behind Rodolphus and took a deep breath.

The next second, he recited the universal spell to undo the curse in a very small voice, letting the effect of this magic adhere to his whole body. Then he strode forward, and after taking three quick steps, he suddenly took off the invisibility mask on his body. Clothes!

When he started to take steps, the two Death Eaters closest to him had already heard the noise.

They immediately stood up alertly, and before they could look at the source of the movement, a figure like the wind suddenly passed by them!

Jon didn't use the levitating spell to fly directly. With enemies all around him and the space above him extremely small, if he flew into the air, he would just serve as a target for the enemies.

He just used a spell to reduce his weight, allowing him to move faster. While moving forward, he squeezed the phoenix feather in his hand extremely hard!

In an instant, Jon felt the temperature around him rising significantly, and after passing the two Death Eaters closest to him, he was only less than five meters away from the bronze door. !

"Avada Kedavra!"

He heard the Death Eater behind him who had reacted and recited the Death Curse, but he didn't have the slightest intention to dodge or resist!

Three miserable green rays of light belonging to the Death Curse illuminated the entire space under the ice and flew straight to Jon's back!

"boom!"

There was a sound more like two hard objects colliding together, and three life-killing curses were fired. One hit Nick's frightened face, and the other two landed on his round belly!

Not only did the death curse not cause any effective damage to Jon, the force brought by the curse also formed a thrust that increased his forward speed!

At this time, he had already crossed most of the distance between himself and the bronze door. Rodolphus, who was guarding the door, finally reacted at this time!

He stared at Jon's face, his eyes full of ferocity and hatred, and he raised his wand without any hesitation in his movements!

Jon didn't have to guess what spell he was going to use next.

At such a close distance, and with no protection in front of him, as long as Rodolphus's Death Curse is used, Jon will almost certainly die.

But just when Rodolphus was halfway through reciting the spell, Jon had no intention of evading at all, and just pressed his body directly in front of the tip of his wand!

"Avada"

"Snapped!"

A loud and precise slap struck Rodolphus's haggard and pale face!

The remaining half of the life-killing curse that had been half-recited could no longer be recited. The green light that had flashed on the tip of the staff completely disappeared!

The huge force caused Rodolphus's entire body to tilt in the direction of Jon's slap, and at this moment, Jon's hand holding the wand began to stretch forward, only less than twenty centimeters away. You can touch the bronze door at such a distance.

"Avada Kedavra!"

A sharp, harsh female voice suddenly sounded from the right side of his body!

That green beam was much brighter than the death curse used by others. The moment the curse fell, Jon's brain began to spin crazily!

The golden light of Fox's arrival had already shone, but it was definitely not enough to take him away before the death curse fell on him.

Although his reaction was quick enough to deflect the spell just as it was shot from Bella's wand, this time was definitely not enough for him to dodge the spell.

Now using the levitating spell can make him rise into the air quickly, but if he masters the skill of silently chanting the spell, it will be okay. As long as he chants the spell, it will be too late!

This situation seemed to have completely plunged Jon into death, but then he changed his mind!

Since there is not enough time to cast the spell, let’s lift the spell!

Just with a thought in his mind, the floating spell that was originally attached to his body and helped him reduce the gravity of the earth was instantly lifted!

The next moment, with the return of normal gravity, Jon's entire body suddenly fell down, deviating half of his body from before!

That is to say, in this half of his body, the death curse that was supposed to hit the waist of his body only hit Nick's protruding belly that was carried on his back!

The huge momentum brought by the death curse knocked Jon's body away and deflected the hand he stretched out towards the door. Instead, his whole body hit the door directly, making a dull sound. sound.

But the door didn't move at all, showing no intention of opening it to Jon.

This made Jon feel a surge of disappointment in his heart, but his disappointment did not last long. The next moment the door fell to the ground, he stood up from the ground holding the old bronze door with both hands. .

The sounds of countless killing curses sounded again. Jon did not look back. Nick faced the enemy, and he had already heard the sweet sound of Fox's arrival.

If you can't open it, then you can't open it. Anyway, the harvest this time is enough.

Just as this thought arose in his mind, the tips of the Death Eaters' staffs also lit up with dense green light like raindrops, and Fox's claws were about to touch his shoulders.

The bronze door, which was originally as dead as stone, suddenly opened inwards!

Facing it, Jon, who was leaning heavily on the door, staggered, passed Fox's claws, and fell directly into the door with Nick and Gabrielle!

Fox immediately became anxious. It flapped its wings and wanted to fly through the door with Jon. However, the second Jon fell into the door, the bronze door suddenly closed again, directly hitting Fox who was already halfway through the flight. Fly out!

There was a crackling sound, and all the killing curses that originally flew towards Jon fell on the door, and in the end not even a bit of dust was knocked down.

All the Death Eaters who saw this scene were stunned.

Including Rodolphus, they all turned their attention to Bella.

"Didn't you say that no one can enter this door except the owner?"

After hearing his question, Bella's face turned pale and bloodless, and her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

She did not answer Rodolphus's question, but walked quickly to the bronze door and kept beating the door, but the old bronze door showed no intention of opening it to her.

"Impossible! Impossible! No one can open this door that the master said. It belongs to that person. No one except that person's descendants has the right to push it open!"