Infinite Heroes Seat

Harry felt himself being thrown flat on the ground. His face was buried in the grass. The smell of the grass suddenly filled his nose. Harry kept his eyes closed when the wave transported him. He is still He didn't open his eyes or move his body. The surrounding breath seemed to make him faint and fall asleep, and he was so dizzy that he felt that the ground under him was shaking like the deck of a ship. In order to maintain his balance, he would always hold it. The thing got tighter, it was the smooth and cold handle of the trophy. If this thing is left from his hand, he feels that the endless darkness at the edge of his thinking will engulf him. Fear and exhaustion make him prostrate on the ground, breathing the breath of grass, waiting...waiting for someone to come...waiting A miracle happened, and at that moment, the scar on his forehead was aching again.

　　 "Harry, Harry!" Called softly, it was Professor McGonagall.

　　 Then he hugged him tightly with both hands and turned his body around.

　　 "Harry! Harry!"

　　 Harry was awakened.

　　 He saw the brilliant starry sky, Dumbledore was squatting halfway beside him, a group of people slowly approached, and there seemed to be more people cheering in the distance.

　　 He doesn't feel unconscious anymore. He can see the crowd surrounding him and the starry sky above them.

　　 "He's back, he's back!" Harry grabbed Dumbledore and said desperately: "Guris is a traitor. He sent me to Voldemort. He wants my blood. He—"

　　 There was a sound of footsteps, and it seemed that someone was coming here, and the surrounding noise became louder, as if someone in the distance was approaching.

　　 "Dumbledore, Guris him—" Harry took Dumbledore's hand and wanted to say something, but then a voice that made him stiff came through.

　　 "Harry, what are you talking about? After I got the trophy, everyone found out that you were gone. Where did you hide? Everyone has been looking for it for a long time."

　　 Following the starlight, Harry saw the person's face clearly, it was Guris!

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　　 Guris stood quietly in a clearing. Qiu had been arranged to replace herself before. Although her strength was not too strong, it was still okay to cast a transformation technique. So he was not too anxious to return to Hogwarts, but came here instead.

　　 There was a swish, and a dozen figures in cloaks appeared beside Mo Wen.

　　 looked at these people playfully, Mo Wen smiled lightly, "How was the scene just now?"

　　 Using the Peeping Eye, Mo Wen has already broadcast the scene of Voldemort's resurrection to a few people.

　　 "You are playing with fire!" Crouch's voice came from under a cloak, "What if Potter is killed?"

　　 Mo Wen shrugged his shoulders, "Then it's bad luck for him, anyway, what I need is Dumbledore's power, not the savior who has nothing to do!"

　　 "Well, these nonsense, I don't want to say anymore. What is important now is your choice?"

Crouch exchanged glances with the others. The former glanced at Mo Wen and asked: "Since Voldemort has been resurrected, we are not unable to consider your approach, but there are two questions. One is that you have Are you sure to deal with Voldemort and Dumbledore? The second is to follow you, what can we get?"

The night breeze gently blew her inexplicable hair, "To be honest, I can’t deal with the two of them. Maybe I’m not inferior to them in terms of magic, but my experience is far worse than them. I can guarantee my own safety."

　　 There was a chattering voice in the crowd. Although Mo Wen had an amazing ability to escape from Voldemort at this age, it was not enough for their plan.

　　 "Then you—" Crouch wanted to say something.

　　 "But why do we have to deal with them? In the eyes of the two of them, it doesn't matter to me. They can only see each other, so there is no need to worry about their strength, and we don't need us to deal with them!" Mo Wen asked in the first place.

　　 "But when they finally decide the winner, it's our turn!" A dull voice came from under a cloak.

Mo Wen smiled mysteriously, "Don't worry, I have found a way to deal with Voldemort, as long as he is severely injured, I can do it-as for Dumbledore, he is old, and Voldemort will help us solve him. And According to my plan, maybe we won't be exposed until the end. If my method fails, you can turn your heads and turn to your own candidates. The situation is no different from now, but once you succeed, you will gain far more. Refuge with those two, know that neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore is worthy of allegiance."

　　 Several people exchanged ideas, one of them asked: "Then what can you give us in the end, and what are we going to do?"

"How about the Ministry of Magic?" Mo Wen threw a bait, and the breathing in the air suddenly became heavy. "I know you have been obsessed with the rights of the Ministry. Although Fudge has fallen towards you, he is not Deng at all. The opponents of Bledor and Voldemort are destined to fall, so they are no longer worthy. As for what to do, just cooperate with me in acting. Put Voldemort and Dumbledore's people together, let them kill each other, and finally vacate We will allocate the positions."

　　 "Reallocation?" Crouch frowned, "If you want any position, we can reserve it for you, even the minister's position, but shouldn't the other positions belong to us?"

　　 "Ha," Mo Wen's eyes were full of smiles, and he snapped his fingers, "Dear Mr. Crouch, don't you think I am the only one of you?"

　　 Following Mo Wen's movements, wizards in cloaks appeared silently behind Mo Wen. Crouch and others immediately squeezed their wands tightly.

　　 "Rufus Scrimgeour! Why are you here, you also took refuge in Guris?" Crouch suddenly recognized a figure and screamed.

　　 Scrimgeour glanced at Mo Wen, and said lightly: "I can't talk about refuge, I'm just interested in this plan and want to stand on his side."

　　 Crouch and his group carefully looked at the newly-appearing people. There were many patriarchs of powerful and powerful families, as well as high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, and they were no less inferior to their own in terms of influence.

"Everyone! Now Voldemort has been resurrected. Compared to his Death Eaters and Dumbledore’s Order of the Phoenix, we are too weak. Only when we are together can we have what we want to achieve. It is difficult for you to return. Do you want Voldemort that lunatic or Dumbledore's underside man to ride on your head?" Mo Wen spread his arms incited.

Everyone was moved, Voldemort, the lunatic, he basically regarded wizards other than himself as dogs, which made them pure-blood wizards and great men could bear it, and Dumbledore was simply the representative of Muggles, he In his heart, only the wizards of Muggle origin, and these pure bloods were the representatives of the dark wizards in his eyes, and they were the existence that needed to be constantly suppressed, and Mo Wen's plan was undoubtedly the best way out for them.

　　The question now is undoubtedly only in the end whether Mo Wen can contend with these two sides. But when everything goes well, you have to take risks if you want to get it, and just like Mo Wen just said, it's not too late to go to any one of them when you see the situation is bad.

"Last question," Crouch and one of the members looked at each other and looked at Mo Wen, "What can you use to ensure that this will not be a scam? Will you become a scam? What about Voldemort or Dumbledore? Your magic power has now reached an astonishing level~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I believe it will not be difficult to surpass them in the future, and I heard that you treated those Muggles when you were at Hogwarts. The sorcerer from the background is also very important, even your girlfriend is even Muggle-born."

Mo Wen smiled, "Since you don’t believe me, I can make a magic oath and not participate in any position in the Ministry of Magic, as long as you guarantee the interests of my Guris family. As for the Muggle problem, you think you want What do I do if I get Dumbledore's trust at Hogwarts? And don't the nobles have many lovers? As long as they don't have genealogy, those Muggle girls are still pretty."

I was very satisfied with Mo Wen’s answer, knowing that he meant only playing with those girls, and he was still standing on the side of pure blood, but Crouch still asked, “As long as the interests of the Guris family are guaranteed? Do you work hard, but you only get this result in the end?"

　　 "No!" Mo Wen smiled mysteriously, "I will get everything!"

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Crouch looked at his wand. Although he didn't understand what Mowen's last words meant, the two parties finally signed a contract. The light of the contract that he had just signed with Guris seemed to be in his eyes at this time. In the dark night, Mo Wen had already taken his group of people and left one by one.

　　 "What a terrible young man!" Looking at where Mo Wen left, a man in a cloak stood beside Crouch.

　　 "Yes, Hinick." Old Barty sighed, "I hope he won't be the next Voldemort or Dumbledore!"