Chapter 329 327. Auditorium
Today's lunch is very rich.
Even with Draco's critical eye, he has to admit that such a standard can already be called a banquet.
Beauxbaton's students were specially arranged at a long table not far from the high platform, and Draco and Amir, who were selected as warriors, sat on either side of Voldemort to show that they were selected of glory.
In addition to this, there are reporters from all over Europe who have arrived at the castle with the students returning to school in recent days.
They were also arranged on a long table. Even when they were eating, these people were all carrying cameras and quills. The flashes were lit up from time to time, as if the Triwizard Tournament hadn't even started yet, and there was already something worth reporting. The news happened the same.
Draco knew what they would write in their press release tomorrow, and it was nothing more than about the cold reception of Dumbledore and his party today.
The young master of the Malfoy family is looking forward to this.
After the afternoon of the long talk with Emil and his son, his fear of the game has subsided a lot, but the impression Jon left on him that night was really too deep.
It was almost like a nightmare, and he woke up several times because he dreamed that the sharp fang did not penetrate Aunt Bella's throat in the end, but pierced his own throat.
Now that he can watch that boy named Jon make a fool of himself, just thinking about it can give Draco great psychological comfort.
Even if the occasion permits, he wants to sneak out to see what kind of expression will be on the faces of the wanted students after they arrive at Hogwarts Castle and find that no one greets them or entertains them. Angry humiliated expression.
In fact, no matter Draco, at the long table full of reporters, not many people were in the mood to use their knives and forks when looking at the sumptuous lunch in front of them.
The schools that need to participate in the competition have not yet arrived, lunch has already started, and there is no house elf arranged outside the castle to greet them. Anyone can see that this is Voldemort's warning to Dumbledore .
After the blood oath is made, it is of course impossible for the Triwizard Tournament to be cancelled, but the host of this match is Hogwarts Castle. Regardless of whether Voldemort has the right to occupy this castle, he is now in substantial control. It must be he who owns the castle.
It is equivalent to that this is his real home field, as long as it does not involve disrupting the progress of the game, and he wants to cause trouble for Dumbledore and the others, then he can easily do it.
No matter what the standpoints of the reporters here are, the most exciting thing for journalists is to encounter the current situation. If the two sides are friendly, then who would like to subscribe to the newspaper to read this?
It is this kind of tit-for-tat that is the best selling point to attract attention.
Among the students at Hogwarts Castle, no matter they are pure blood or mixed blood, there is a lot of discussion. Most of them have a self-esteemed smile on their faces. Voldemort's actions have brought them great shock. vanity.
According to the theory of blood, the group of wanted criminals are all a group of mudbloods, and some of them even escaped a year ago.
The students who have been receiving this kind of hierarchical concept education since the beginning of school have a sense of superiority that they should have from the beginning to the end. It's just that Jon's performance that night before was like a heavy hammer, which made their superiority The sensation produced countless cracks like spider webs.
What Voldemort did just now was like putting a patch on their already cracked sense of superiority, while continuing to maintain the arrogance of their bloodline.
The atmosphere in the auditorium was extremely relaxed.
This is like an ordinary school-opening banquet, a party that belongs to wizards who support blood theory.
However, not long after the people on each long table picked up the butter beer in their hands, a huge bang suddenly came from the elegant door of the auditorium!
The closed wooden door was pushed open from the outside by an irresistible force, and a light wind that penetrated the corridor blew into the auditorium with an atmosphere that could not be integrated into this school at all.
The originally noisy environment gradually disappeared, and finally turned into complete silence.
Jon stood in front of the door holding his wand in one hand. He didn't have any expression on his face, just calmly staring straight ahead, and that direction was exactly where everyone in the auditorium dared not go. Where to look directly.
Standing beside him was the smiling Dumbledore. Compared with Jon, he looked in a good mood, but this kind of joy was definitely not for this unique "entertainment".
Behind the two of them stood more than twenty Hogwarts carriages and Durmstrang students.
There was no humiliation and anger that Draco imagined on their faces, not even the slightest bit of frustration.
The breeze blowing into the auditorium from the corridor blew up the hem of their robes carefully selected by Lily, the dark blue sweater with V-cut edge, the white shirt collar, and the fact that each of them was carefully checked by McGonagall before departure. With their old red and black ties, this group of wanted criminals looked more at ease than anyone sitting here.
Hermione raised her head slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone and fair neck. Her long chestnut hair was blown by the breeze. She looked at everything in the auditorium with a gesture and eyes that she had never had before. The film reflects the dome of the sky.
Few of the students in the auditorium recognized her. It's not that Hermione didn't leave much impression on them, but the difference between Hermione and the little girl in rags who was hung in front of the hall is simply too different now. Don't.
George is also looking at the ceiling of the auditorium against the blue sky. No matter what here is, it is different from what Arthur Molly told him, but this has never changed.
"I told you once, Tom, that you were the best student I ever taught, but maybe I should have taken that back."
Dumbledore looked at the man sitting in the middle of the long table on the high platform.
"Since you signed the blood oath, since you want to continue the competition smoothly, and since you have chosen Hogwarts Castle as the venue for the competition, what about the sincerity and etiquette you should show as the initiator of this competition?"
His calm voice echoed in the auditorium.
No one knows what kind of expression Voldemort is changing now, because no one dares to meet his eyes.
But Jon could see clearly, because Voldemort had been watching him when he entered the door.
Hearing Dumbledore's words, this man, who had almost become the nightmare of the entire European witches and wizards, did not show the slightest anger or disgust. There was a smile on that sharp-edged, young and handsome face.
A smile that seemed to be mocking, but was actually very subtle.
"Dumbledore, maybe it's too early for you to take back this sentence, why don't we wait and see."
When he finished speaking, he patted his palms lightly.
The next moment, a long table appeared horizontally in front of Jon and the others.
The table was less than five meters away from the door of the auditorium, and formed a right angle with the long table where Hogwarts castle, Beauxbatons students and reporters were, and where Voldemort and the professors of Hogwarts castle were. The long table was facing each other.
The words he just said sounded like he was giving in to the fact that Dumbledore and his party were not welcomed, but in fact, most people heard some special meanings from them.
But no matter what he was expressing, it didn't prevent Jon and the others from sitting at that long table.
When everyone sat in the chairs, the same sumptuous lunch appeared on the table as on the other tables. Obviously, Voldemort would no longer intentionally show differences in dining standards here.
The atmosphere in the auditorium obviously changed after Jon and the others entered.
The originally cheerful chatter was gone, even if there were still students talking, they were just chatting in low voices, making the whole auditorium a bit dull and depressing.
All their previous fantasies were shattered, and Jon and the others' appearance seemed to have pierced their yy with the cold reality. There is no so-called embarrassment, and there is no embarrassment at all, because these people have never regarded them as the real masters of this castle.
While the mixed-race students who glanced at the Hogwarts carriage and Durmstrang students from time to time whispered to each other, a sixth-grade mixed-race student looked in the direction of the auditorium door in a daze.
"What's wrong? Cedric."
Beside him, a girl asked in a low voice of concern.
The boy named Cedric came back to his senses at this time, and he shook his head as if nothing had happened.
"Nothing, I just thought of some things at home."
This little incident was not discovered by other people, even if they were discovered, no one would care about such a student who can only be regarded as a second-class citizen in Hogwarts castle.
This dreary lunch came to an end soon. This time is not the time to officially announce the competition. Although the representatives from the four magic schools have arrived at the scene, the other three wizards appointed by the International Federation of Wizards are still there. It won't arrive until the afternoon.
So after the lunch was over, Voldemort didn't have any more long speeches or deliberately sarcastic words to vent, but just left the auditorium.
Jon and the others didn't stay here for long, or Voldemort didn't leave them here after all, but sent someone to receive them.
"Ah, Severus, it's been a long time since we met."
Dumbledore said words of nostalgia in his mouth, but neither his tone nor his eyes looked like the slightest nostalgia, but as plain as stagnant water in a well.
Snape didn't seem to care about his attitude, his empty eyes seemed to be always so indifferent except in front of his master.
"It seems that there is no need for us to meet, Dumbledore. There is no room for you in the castle, and you probably won't live here, so now I will take you to the place where your carriage should be parked."
After he finished speaking, he took the initiative to lead the way.
It seems that the vice-principal of Hogwarts Castle, Voldemort's most trusted subordinate, really didn't have much thought of chatting with Dumbledore. He didn't say a word on the road, just leading the way in silence.
Jon has always been somewhat curious about Snape's position in this world.
In the normal world line, he should be a pathetic double agent, following Dumbledore's orders to lurk among the Death Eaters, and eventually even paid his own life for it.
But that was when Lily was killed by Voldemort in order to protect Harry Potter.
The current situation seems to be that Lily failed to protect Harry, and therefore did not die at the hands of the Dark Lord, which gave Snape no reason to betray the Death Eaters.
After all, he had been attracted by Voldemort's thoughts since he was a student. He not only hooked up with those pure-bloods in his college, but also with those who were a few years older than him. He had already graduated from Hogwarts and became a Death Eater. Lucius of the Apostle had an epistolary connection.
However, according to the specific process that Jon knew, Snape should have had a premonition that his master might not fulfill his promise and let Lily go when Voldemort went to find the Potters.
So that night, he also went to Dumbledore in a humble way, begging him to save Lily's life. For this reason, he was despised by Dumbledore because he didn't care about the lives of James and Harry.
If the historical change happened on the night when Voldemort went to find Harry Potter, then Snape should have also gone to Dumbledore on that night.
So, did he make a deal with Dumbledore?
If a deal was made, then why did Dumbledore then ask Slughorn to go undercover next to Voldemort?
If the deal hadn't been reached, how could Voldemort not have known about it, not only forgave Snape, but also valued him so much?
Jon felt that there was something tricky about it, but judging from the current situation, he couldn't see any problems.
It is even more impossible to ask Dumbledore directly. Jon has no way to explain how he knew that Snape had approached him that night. what kind of person.
But even if you want to ask insincerely, it is not now.
Snape led a group of them out of the castle, walked along the Black Lake towards the direction of the Forbidden Forest, and finally stopped in a secluded area that was already regarded as the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest.
The Hogwarts carriage was here, and Hagrid was sitting in the driver's seat, staring at the dense woods in a daze.
"Your activity area is limited to this. Without permission, you can't enter the castle without permission, and you can't enter the Forbidden Forest without permission. In preparation for the next game, the entire Forbidden Forest has been blocked. Even if you want to go in, you can't do anything, but I still Just to remind you, if the rules are broken, then we have the right to enforce our rules against those who break the rules."
Snape said the last sentence in a cold voice.
Four thousand, try again tomorrow
(end of this chapter)