The Evil God of Hogwarts

The shouts in the arena became louder and louder, and people were enthusiastic, just waiting for the duelists to enter the venue.

Minister Fudge was placed at the front of the venue. It was a place with a good view and an independent private room to protect him from outside interference.

Joining him today are Scrimgeour, Amelia Bones and ministerial adviser Christine Caro.

"Who do you think will win?" Fudge asked aloud.

Bones was the first to reply: "In comparison, I prefer Barrow Foley. According to the intelligence we have obtained, he seems to have the support of many pure-blood families."

"A hardly fair duel," interposed Scrimgeour.

"You can't say that, Director." Consultant Christine objected, "Money, connections and social status should all be taken into consideration. You know, the game in reality is far from fair."

The director of the Auror Office raised his eyebrows. He looked at this gorgeously dressed woman. As Fudge's confidant, Christine Carrow was undoubtedly the most important one.

This woman has come to prominence since Fudge became the chairman of the Ministry of Magic's Investigation Committee. Almost all matters of Fudge will go through her hands. Rather than being a consultant, she is more appropriately said to be Fudge's personal assistant.

"That's very well said, Miss Carlo. But aren't we talking about a duel on the field?"

"Don't you know yet? Scrimgeour, this duel has become a political contest. Now, every family is watching these two people."

Of course I know. The old lion thought to himself, otherwise, you would have fulfilled what you said in the media - awarding Xing Ze the Medal of Honor.

"And you, Mr. Secretary? Who do you want to win?" Scrimgeour asked.

Fudge pondered this question for a moment. The head of the Auror Office was always aggressive, and his questions were obviously intended to elicit his position.

"I hope?" The minister chuckled, "You know me, director, as a public employee, I cannot participate in gambling. Be it Quidditch or duels between wizards."

The nonsensical answer made Scrimgeour give up his intention of continuing to probe Fudge's position. This was not the purpose of his insistence on going with him this time anyway.

During the mission in Ravenska Village, the rescue team successfully rescued Old Batty immediately, but the price paid was also extremely heavy.

The Agate team was completely wiped out, and even the bodies could not be recovered. Only Pedro, the captain of the Ruby Team, is left, but he is also on the verge of a mental breakdown.

His lieutenant Rogers, a pioneer who fought against the Death Eaters, almost lost his life and is now being treated in the intensive care unit at St. Mungo's.

If the incident at the winery made Scrimgeour realize that the world was not alone in the threat of dark wizards, then Ravenska's rescue operation made him fully understand the horror of dream objects.

Yes, just like the warning from the top of the Key Hall. The magical world, no, the entire world is changing. What they face is not just Death Eaters, but the terrifying existence behind the Death Eaters.

The Ministry of Magic needs to change, if it can't help but keep up with the times, it will become obsolete. This was the message left by the senior executive.

Indeed, the entire British wizarding world is sealed in a box by those so-called pure-blood families, and most people here are as blind and arrogant as frogs in a well.

Those who jump out of the well are like clowns to these people. They are more willing to believe everything that is beneficial to them rather than warnings and truth.

If this continues, the cursed plague that just passed will not be the last. One day, the walls built by those families will become the main culprits blocking the people.

"Then let the facts speak for themselves," Scrimgeour whispered.

A sharp but powerful voice sounded in the venue. Professor Flitwick was presiding over the duel. He was probably the most qualified person to preside over the duel besides Dumbledore.

"Let's bring in fighter Barrow Foley."

The noise and screams in the entire venue reached the highest level. With the joint efforts of many families and Barrow Foley's outstanding temperament, he has become a star-like existence.

"This is destined to be a duel that will go down in history." Bakht murmured while looking at the enthusiastic female spectators.

At this time, Clara finished reciting the last incantation, "Okay." The girl smiled, "May the Valkyrie guide you to move forward bravely."

Are you really not going to the Hall of Valor? Xing Ze smiled in his heart, and then confirmed to Hermione who had just walked in: "You said he has a phoenix feather? Lena Custer gave it to him?"

"Yes, sir." Hermione nodded.

"This isn't fair." Ben shouted, spreading his hands, "What kind of duel is this? We might as well go out and admit defeat."

"Very good." Xing Ze said to himself.

"Okay? Damn it, Xing Ze, are you serious? Okay, okay." Ben waved his hand, "While that guy is still giving his speech, we need to make a plan."

"I agree," Hermione said, raising her hand.

"No need, Ben." Xing Ze stood up from his seat and slowly walked to the tent door, "It will be over soon."

In the venue, Barrow finished his opening remarks. Professor Flitwick turned and shouted: "Then let's invite the next fighter, Xing Ze!"

The shouts at the venue became much softer, and most people looked at the tent nervously. They wanted to see this Eastern wizard who was praised to the heavens by the newspapers.

"Are you sure? Xing Ze, wait..." Ben watched his colleague walk out of the tent. He sighed longly and prayed to Merlin in his heart.

"Do you have anything to say?" Professor Flitwick asked Xing Ze who walked to the center of the venue.

"No, Professor, just finish it quickly."

Professor Flitwick nodded, took out his wand and began to read out the necessary instructions for a magical duel.

Dueling has developed since ancient times and has evolved from a barbaric life-and-death battle to a competitive discussion. Various rules and regulations ensure the fairness and safety of dueling. At least that's what the public thinks.

Barrow made a gesture of wiping his neck to Xing Ze, but found that the latter was looking up at the sky. Following his gaze, Barrow saw a high-quality bird circling high in the sky. Judging from the wingspan, it should be a falcon.

He couldn't help but feel angry in his heart. How could this Oriental have the right to be so arrogant? He was just a foreigner of mixed Eastern origin.

Thinking of this, Barrow put aside all his worries. How harsh and ironic the rules Flitwick said were. He was also glad that he accepted the phoenix feathers and the magical potion given by his father. Now it was time to expose the liar in front of him. .

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