The Bard at Hogwarts

Bristol.

As a historic city in the southwest of England, it is famous in Europe for its unique architectural style and cultural heritage.

Such as Bristol Cathedral, Clifton Suspension Bridge, etc.

Especially this cathedral, also known as St. Augustine's Church, the main hall alone is 16 meters high. Maybe this height doesn't seem to be a big deal, but the church was built in the Norman era more than a thousand years ago, and its construction difficulty can be imagined.

But these are all for Muggles.

For wizards, when it comes to Bristol, people always think of the pure-blood family that has been entrenched here for generations, Lestrange, one of the twenty-eight sacred families.

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120 miles from the center of Bristol, in the quiet village of Pilton, a classical manor is also brightly lit.

The spacious hall and luxurious decoration make it look like a medieval aristocratic dinner.

But what is slightly different is perhaps the guests here, each of whom always looks hideous and cold.

Outside the manor.

As a notorious werewolf leader in the magic world, who even makes many wizards turn pale, Fenrir Greyback seems a little aggrieved at this moment.

Fenrir is a little sad. He can't figure it out. It's just a normal outing, but he's lucky to meet the two people in front of him when he comes back.

"Mr. Greyback! If you have time, please lead the way for us. I have bought Halloween candy for the senior."

Ino leaned on a two-foot-long elderberry umbrella and smiled at the wizard in front of him.

He didn't want to care about cats and dogs. These people would naturally be taken care of by Amelia later. It was about time for the other party to leave.

On the side, Fenrir looked at the young man in front of him carefully, and his eyes also looked at Dumbledore who was curiously fiddling with the video mirror beside him from time to time.

At this moment, he seemed to see the distant Azkaban and the dancing Dementors in his eyes.

As a werewolf dark wizard who has been at large for decades, Fenrir is never stupid.

At this point, Swinburne and Dumbledore came together to find him, which actually explains a lot of problems.

"I'm honest, I'll lead the way!" Fenrir said readily:

"I also know the base of the Muggle werewolves. Whether it's to continue leading the way or to appease them, I will do my best to cooperate."

"Great! I like smart people." Hearing this, Ino smiled and stretched out his hand to gently pat Fenrir's shoulder.

Nearly two meters tall, the sturdy Fenrir immediately showed a flattering smile.

"You made the wisest choice." Dumbledore raised his head and no longer looked at the video mirror in his hand.

For the Muggle werewolf problem, it has always been a headache for him. Now that there is someone to lead the way, many things in the future will become very easy.

Hearing Dumbledore's approval, Fenrir's spine bowed again, but the smile on his face became more flattering and enthusiastic.

Seeing Fenrir in such a state, Ino couldn't help but smile. His performance reminded him of a TV series in his distant memory.

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At the same time as Fenrir led the way.

In the broad-leaved forest outside the suburbs of London, two distant and ethereal cries also sounded.

This sound seemed to have magic, making all the combatants of the Law Enforcement Department feel a kind of encouragement from the heart at this moment.

It was like a triumphant song before the battle, making everyone a little excited.

Fox and Kriber, two phoenixes hovering in the air, their bright feathers seemed to glow, illuminating the broad-leaved forest in the suburbs.

"Everyone get ready, Aurors will follow the phoenix in groups of two and set off first, and arrange the anti-disapparition in advance."

Amelia's cold voice sounded, and after receiving the order, all the Aurors drew their wands uniformly and walked forward silently one by one.

"Snap! Snap!"

After two soft sounds, the four Aurors also disappeared on the spot, but the phoenix appeared again in an instant.

In just over ten seconds, the sixty Aurors who served as scouts were all teleported away.

The remaining ones were the strikers who were more sturdy and specialized in fighting.

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Lestrange's ancestral home.

Voldemort elegantly held the red wine and sat in the main seat, watching the Death Eaters toasting.

In fact, after he discovered that there were still complete magic items in this world, he became more and more looking forward to the future, and he also regained the etiquette of his school days in his life.

Now, he did not intend to provoke Swinburne. If possible, he did not even want to pay attention to Dumbledore. He just wanted to quietly find the secret behind the complete rules.

Although the Ministry of Magic was nominally under the banner of non-cooperation, countless people in the interior were working hard for this.

Thinking of this, Voldemort couldn't help laughing.

It didn't matter. He really didn't care about the name now. As long as those people seriously surveyed the ruins and tried their best to do what they were told.

As for the name, if someone wanted to be decent, he would generously give it.

Voldemort's laughter was very light, but it could not escape Bella who had been paying attention to him.

"Master! You seem to be in a good mood." After more than a year out of Azkaban, Bella, who once looked haggard, has now regained some of her former charm.

Half-kneeling on the ground in a retro evening dress, a large area of ​​white is visible.

Looking at the loyal servant on the ground, he knew exactly what the other party wanted. To be honest, now that there was hope, he didn't mind granting him one or two favors to continue his bloodline.

"Very good..." Voldemort smiled and put down the wine glass in his hand, but he stopped halfway through his words, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Just a moment ago, he felt the strange rhythm around him, and this was the means of the Ministry of Magic to ban Apparition.

"Hehe, I don't know who gave them the courage." Voldemort teased softly on the main seat.

But as the voice fell, the whole hall fell quietly, and it seemed that Bella was not the only one who was paying attention to Voldemort's every move.

"Knock! Knock!"

In this moment of silence, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

As the person closest to the door, Lucius slowly opened the door of the Lestrange ancestral home after getting the consent.

"Thanks for your care last time, I'm here to give you candy, dear senior Tom!"

"You should call him Mr. Riddle, after all, he once complained that the name Tom was too common."

The sound of conversation outside the door sounded.

Under the gaze of all the Death Eaters, Ino and Dumbledore have already stepped into the hall.

"Okay, Mr. Riddle! Because I don't know your taste, I bought some of each candy."

While speaking, Ino naturally put the candy in his hand on the table.

"I'm surprised!"

Even though he saw the two of them coming together, Voldemort still sat calmly in the main seat, and even his tone was just a little curious, but he didn't show any timidity or solemnity.

Seeing that Voldemort was still full of confidence, Ino couldn't help but admire him a little. If it weren't for Grindelwald's divination, the other party's style alone would have fooled 99% of people.

"Don't be surprised, some stories should end!"

Ino slowly picked up the umbrella in his hand, and then made an invitation to a duel, and his purpose was self-evident.

On the side, Dumbledore seemed to have learned some photography knowledge, and the video camera in his hand was always firmly aimed at the two people.

Seeing that the two had come to the door, and thinking of the previously banned Apparition, Voldemort also stood up slowly. Some things could not be avoided.

But what surprised him was the secret of the Horcrux. You know, he used all his life's learning to set up the anti-divination magic for the last Horcrux.

It was precisely because of this confidence that after noticing Harry Potter's abnormality, he still chose not to move.

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In the hall, as Voldemort stood up from the main seat, the other Death Eaters also made way for him.

Admiration for the strong seemed to have been engraved in these people's bones.

Even the most fanatical Death Eaters like Bella did not speak out.

As a part-time photographer, Dumbledore also stepped aside.

Unlike others, he was very clear about the subsequent impact of this battle. As the next headmaster recognized by the castle, if everything went well, he could retire early.

It is worth mentioning that when Dumbledore retreated, he happened to stand next to Lucius.

Lucius, who had been nervous, breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, and the whole person relaxed visibly.

Xiaodi originally planned to finish the story of Voldemort today, but when he was writing, he found that there was not enough time, and because of the length of the article, many things had to be explained.

As a last resort, it can only be postponed to tomorrow. Otherwise, everything will seem a little abrupt in a hurry.