Chapter 360 358. Deep meaning
Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was quiet.
The dwarf trapped in shackles was still lying quietly in front of the statue, as if dead.
With no expression on Voldemort's face, he walked slowly into the secret room.
The runes on the ground lit up, and the dense lines flickered, as if celebrating the arrival of their masters.
Walking in front of the statue, he looked at the dead dwarf and waved the wand in his hand.
No spell was uttered, and it didn't seem like any magic was activated. The surrounding text symbols suddenly gathered, and along the five chains, they hit the dwarf whose body surface had begun to become illusory.
Voldemort raised one of his feet, and the pair of expensive leather boots stepped on the dwarf. The next moment, the round-faced and big-mouthed dwarf was shattered into pieces, and the runes around him became even brighter. light up.
"Haunting."
After throwing down these words, Voldemort turned around and walked towards the secret room, as if he didn't realize that other people had been in this room.
The door of the secret room was closed again, and the glowing runes gradually returned to their original dim appearance, and the entire room became dark and extremely quiet.
This kind of silence lasted for a long, long time. In the middle of the night, there was a sudden "click" sound in the darkness, and the mouth of the statue of Salazar Slytherin suddenly opened!
A little girl wearing an invisibility cloak and holding a phoenix in her arms climbed out of it.
Her face was obviously pale due to fear, but she did not rush to leave immediately, but pulled out a thick roll of parchment from the satchel she carried with her, and spread it on the ground, Then, with the faint light on the magic wand illuminating the spell, he copied the runes on the ground bit by bit on the paper.
Many people saw the appearance of Voldemort.
On the edge of the Forbidden Forest, Jon saw with his own eyes the black mist surrounding Hogwarts Castle, killing all the fire dragons. The method was simple and unpretentious, but everyone who saw this scene was amazed. Heartbroken.
This man is indeed unimaginably powerful.
In the Forbidden Forest, even if Jon tried his best to use an enhanced version of the Killing Curse, there was no way to have an actual effect on the Hungarian Horntail, but under Voldemort's hands, his Death Curse was A veritable Unforgivable Curse.
When every green light is lit, there must be an end of life.
Bost saw that the dragon disaster in the castle had been solved, his face showed an expression of ecstasy.
He looked at Dumbledore and Jon wildly, as if he had already forgotten the outcome of the game.
"No matter what schemes and tricks you have, they are useless in front of the master! Do you think that a group of fire dragons can make Hogwarts Castle fall? Dreaming!"
Jon looked at him speechlessly. The vice-principal of Beauxbatons was probably frightened by Rozier and went out of his mind.
Whose conspiracy is behind this group of fire dragons?
He really doesn't know, does he?
Just a few minutes after the black mist eliminated all the fire dragons, and then disappeared.
Suddenly, a handsome wizard wearing a dark green delicate robe slowly came to the playing field from the edge of the Black Lake.
No one could tell what expression he had on his face. He was as unpredictable as a dark cloud in the sky, and the change between thunder and rain, wind and sunshine only happened in a flash.
"gentlemen."
Matthew bowed slightly, and addressed the man who was causing turmoil in Europe.
Even now, very few people know Voldemort's full name, and even if they do know, there are only a handful of people who dare to call it out directly or call it by their last name.
In formal occasions, people generally call him Mr., and those who are more fanatical about him will naturally add a "great" prefix.
"Master! They cheated! That little Mudblood cheated and won against Emir! You must uphold justice. You proposed this match, and we must ensure fairness!"
Burstrod cried and hugged Voldemort's thigh, tearfully accusing Jon of their crimes.
The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little gloomy, even tense.
There are only a small number of those reporters who are willing to dedicate themselves to the news. They just turned off the flash and are still persistent in fixing the picture so that they don’t have to worry about the news in the next two weeks.
Most of the reporters who already felt the scene was wrong didn't dare to stay here for a while, and immediately trotted away from the Hogwarts campus with their cameras in their arms.
Today's harvest is enough, and if we stay longer, there may be bigger news, but they have to be ordered to bring it out.
Jon looked at the man calmly, and Voldemort also looked at him calmly.
"Your performance really exceeded my expectations, and you surprised me again and again, Jon Green."
His words made people feel less malicious, as if he was sincerely expressing his appreciation to Jon.
No one could hear much anger from his mouth, just like what happened to Hogwarts Castle tonight, it didn't matter to him at all.
Jon stared into Voldemort's eyes, trying to see from his eyes what this completely different Voldemort was thinking now.
However, people's eyes can't express a person's detailed heart after all. At most, Jon can only see that he is really not pretending. I don't really care.
So what exactly is he trying to do?
The ultimate purpose of designing these fire dragons is not to want their own lives?
He looked so careless, but he was still in control of the situation as soon as he came out.
Bost was still hugging Voldemort's thigh, but his master never looked at him from the beginning to the end.
"So the first event is over? What's the score?"
Matthew answered his question.
"Jon Green scored 100 points, Diane Rozier and Emile Lestrange both scored 70 points."
After listening to his words, Voldemort suddenly kicked Brsted away from his legs.
"Since the referee team has already scored the scores, it means they have recognized the current results. I invited the referees of the federation, which means that I trust their abilities. It's your turn to say that it's unfair?"
Bost was full of grievances.
"But they still say we cheated, master! They say we planned the crazy dragons!"
Voldemort's face was flat.
"So we planned it?"
Burst's voice has never been louder.
"Then why are you excited? We know that we have no problem, so let them investigate. I think since Mr. Graves can ensure the fairness of the game, no one will suffer such slander, right?"
Facing Voldemort's gaze, Matthew obviously had to bear a lot of pressure, and he swallowed.
"That's what I came here for, sir."
"very good."
Voldemort's eyes turned to Emile who was bowing his head, not daring to look at him, his face was full of shame.
"I never expected young people to be successful no matter what they did, but surely you won't always let me down?"
It was not harsh, but more like a word of encouragement, which allowed Emil to regain his composure and looked up at Voldemort. His eyes showed excitement and firmness. Those reverent eyes seemed like if Voldemort ordered him to die on the spot. , he would have no hesitation.
"No, sir, I won't let you down again!"
Jon watched all this silently. Judging from Cedric's communication with him in the Forbidden Forest and the current scene, it is not difficult for him to tell that Voldemort is actually more prestigious among young wizards.
"Since the competition of the first event is over, everyone should go back to rest as soon as possible. I am looking forward to the next competition and hope it can bring me more exciting scenes than tonight."
He didn't seem to think how embarrassing he, the headmaster, should be when the castle was attacked by fire dragons, but just as he was about to leave directly, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.
"Is this going to go back to the Ministry of Magic? Riddle."
The whole scene suddenly became extremely quiet. Hearing this surname, which is not uncommon in the magic world, but which is unfamiliar to most people at this time, everyone held their breath.
Only one person present dared to call Voldemort that way.
Dumbledore looked at Voldemort who suddenly stopped walking, the smile on his face didn't fade in the slightest.
"Such a big event happened at the school, but you still pretend to be so casual and casual. You really don't plan to stay in the castle overnight to appease the emotions of those under you and the students?"
Among the people present, except for Jon, none of them understood what Dumbledore meant when he said that it was more like a suggestion.
They all knew that there was an irreconcilable conflict between the two, but they didn't hear any smell of gunpowder from the words.
However, Voldemort, who had remained calm all this time, turned around at this moment and looked at Dumbledore with an extremely cold face.
"Don't blame me for not reminding you in advance, old man, since you have made a blood oath, you'd better settle the matter honestly and in accordance with the rules of the game. If you want to make any other small moves, be careful as a result of!"
His sudden turn of events made everyone else a little confused, but they could all see that what Dumbledore said just now obviously touched a certain reverse scale of Voldemort.
But his threat didn't change Dumbledore's expression much, he remained so indifferent.
"Of course, as long as you also guarantee that the game itself is correct."
"Of course the blood oath can be guaranteed."
"What is restricted by the blood oath is only the result, not the game itself. You and I both know this."
"Then since you know everything, why didn't you reject me then!"
"Because things don't go the way you think every time, do they?" Dumbledore blinked.
Voldemort's face became increasingly cold.
"Then let's continue reading."
After finishing speaking, he walked towards the castle without looking back.
Seeing him leave, Boster and Amir had no intention of staying any longer, and followed him and left the edge of the Forbidden Forest.
In the end, there are only Dumbledore and his party and the three referees from the Federation left here.
Matthew looked at Dumbledore, he was still holding the bottle containing the memory Jon himself had drawn out.
"I will investigate what happened in the game, Albus, but you should understand this kind of thing, and there will be no clear conclusions under such circumstances."
Both Dumbledore and Jon are of course very clear that even if the evidence is conclusive, this incident will not have any impact on the situation.
Unless Voldemort is about to be defeated and loses the strength to contend with them, no matter how much evidence there is, as long as the opponent bites to death, there will be no more follow-up.
"I can understand your difficulties, and up to now, you have done well enough, after all, you are just an outsider."
Dumbledore said softly, then took Jon and Rozier and they turned around and prepared to leave from here.
"Let's go to bed early in the evening, and then I have to prepare for the second project. You guys are busy."
On the way back, Jon could clearly feel that Dumbledore's footsteps were fast, as if there was something urgent.
"What's wrong? Professor."
Dumbledore's face was serious.
"We have to go back as soon as possible to see if Hermione is back."
Returning to the castle, Voldemort still maintained the gloomy expression on his face after talking with Dumbledore.
After he came back, Snape walked up to greet him quickly, surrounded by many professors, even though many of them were still wounded, as long as these people could breathe and move, they would not dare to stand in front of their master. When he came to the castle, he was still lying on the hospital bed.
"How are things going?"
"We have already settled the students. Crouch is taking people to check the fire dragon corpses. Amycus is confirming the damage to the castle, but it seems that there should be little damage at the moment."
"Where are the people coming?"
"Two people died. An Auror was accidentally pierced by the fangs of the Peruvian Venomous Dragon, and Pierre from the Half-Blood Academy was killed by Crouch because of cowardice."
"Take these people to work, and find out why these dragons suddenly target the castle as soon as possible. I hope that your report will be on my desk before this time tomorrow. superior."
"I understand, Master."
Snape left with those around him with a serious expression, leaving only Voldemort standing in the entrance hall of the castle, still thinking about the last conversation Dumbledore had with him.
He felt that the cunning old thing didn't just want to talk to him. The fact that Dumbledore called him to stop the moment he was about to leave was already worth thinking about.
Suddenly, Voldemort narrowed his eyes, his body turned into a black mist again, and flew towards the eighth floor of the castle!
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(end of this chapter)