MM Racing Chapter 245 Gathering to Discuss the Demon Lord's Words
Chapter 245 Gathering to Discuss the Demon Lord's Words
Chapter 245 Gathering to Discuss the Demon Lord's Words
After Voldemort and Grindelwald escaped and seized control of the Ministry of Magic in another country, the wizarding world underwent a dramatic change, with several earth-shattering events taking place.
The first thing was that the magic ministries of the North American states openly sided with Grindelwald, recognizing him as the president of the Magical Congress of the United States.
When this news spread, it truly astonished all the wizards in the world, leaving them speechless with disbelief.
The second incident involved the British Ministry of Magic, along with several other magic authorities in Western Europe, issuing a proclamation denouncing the traitors.
The article was written with ironclad words, directly denouncing Grindelwald and his gang as "reactionary forces" and vowing not to recognize an inch of their sham court's legitimacy. It was truly awe-inspiring in its righteousness.
Although Fujie had made some minor contribution to this matter, it could not overshadow his usual incompetence in governing and his negligence in defense.
Those Death Eaters acted as if they owned the place, breaking into Hogwarts at night, slaughtering students and murdering foreign friends amidst magical spells and magic. How could such heinous crimes be concealed?
Thus, throughout the martial arts world and in the alleys, the clamor for impeaching Fuji never ceased, day and night. It was like the continuous rain in June, never stopping; or like thunder rolling across the fields, one wave after another.
As the saying goes, "When a wall falls, everyone pushes it down; when a drum breaks, everyone beats it." Now that Fudge has lost power, how could the newspapers possibly let him off the hook with such immense popularity?
Consider the first-rate "Daily Prophet," which sits upright and writes a manifesto with every stroke of its pen; and the third-rate "Singing the Divergent," which is full of barbs and veiled barbs, with every word containing a hidden sarcasm.
Even those low-class Red Street tabloids joined the crowd, shouting for Fudge to step down. The whole of Britain was in an uproar, with everyone demanding that Fudge step down and give way to a more capable leader.
But Fudge seemed to have taken a mute potion, his mouth sealed shut. No matter how fierce the storm raged outside, he remained huddled inside the Ministry of Magic, completely unmoved. What a composed official!
Meanwhile, in Poland, everything appeared stagnant and calm. Markets were open, government offices were on duty, and people were walking, sitting, and lying down as usual.
Even when publicly announced, not a single word was heard, and the Ministries of Magic of the Eastern European countries made any significant move. It was as if Voldemort had not usurped power, but rather it was a handover of office.
Finally, there's Hogwarts. Aside from trying to figure out the general trend of the world, Scarface spent most of his remaining time diligently studying the laws of equilibrium.
It should be understood that if Voldemort is not punished by Heaven, he can even raise the dead and heal the wounded without suffering any divine retribution. If we allow him to do as he pleases, it would be like releasing a tiger back into the mountains.
Unfortunately, despite his tireless study, Harry remained like someone trying to see flowers through a fog, unable to grasp the true meaning or find a solution.
It is just as the saying goes: "The flowers you plant with care may not bloom, while the willows you plant without intention may thrive." That day, Harry was chatting with everyone and forgot about Grindelwald's conversation with Liu Tao when they fled at sea.
Scarface spoke without thinking, but Dumb Calculator listened intently. As soon as he finished speaking, his two willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed together.
She had trained with Grindelwald for a year, and although she dared not say that she knew his every inch of his body, she had a pretty good grasp of his temperament.
You should know that this old man prides himself on being a prophet, and his words are as firm as nails, each one carrying weight, unlike the old woman Trelawney who spouts nonsense.
He said, "If you kill me, you will make the same choice as me." This was not just empty talk or a threat; it was meant to come true.
So Harry invited Rowena over, and the three of them gathered in the library to dissect Grindelwald's words one by one.
After a long and heated debate, they finally came to the same conclusion: if Grindelwald had truly died at the hands of another, it would surely have caused the killer's character to change drastically.
All three agreed on this point.
However, Rowena and Hermione each had their own thoughts on the root cause of this change. Truly, they shared the same reasoning, yet their perspectives were worlds apart.
"Grindelwald must have cast a forbidden spell similar to the Imperius Curse within himself."
Rowena hovered in mid-air, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "The moment he dies, this forbidden spell will instantly activate, controlling the person who killed him and making that person his successor."
After saying that, she smiled and asked Harry, "What do you think?"
Hermione hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "I'm sorry, Ms. Ravenclaw, but I think it's more like Grindelwald has been cursed with some kind of mental curse."
"Once he dies, the curse will spread and become contagious."
Upon hearing this, Rowena floated atop Hermione, rested her chin on one hand, and ran the other hand through Hermione's hair twice.
"You are so naive, Miss Granger."
"Do you think a famous black wizard of this century was forced to commit massacres, enslavement, and various acts of terror?"
"But this is the most reasonable guess." Hermione said seriously, "I know Grindelwald. If he really left such a curse in his body, then his best successor would definitely be Harry."
"However, apart from throwing Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, he did nothing else during the school year to deliberately provoke Harry."
At the mention of the Goblet of Fire, Harry suddenly slammed his fist on the table, making the inkwell on it bounce wildly, and cursed, "Damn it! Just mentioning that lousy goblet makes me furious!"
"Today is the last day of the school year, yet I still don't know who sent that third note with my name on it!"
Rowena ignored Harry's words and continued to hover above Hermione, playing with her hair.
"Dumbledore is Grindelwald's bedmate, isn't he? Surely he could see that Grindelwald is cursed?"
"Although I hate to admit it, Dumbledore's magical abilities far surpass those of us four founders."
As she was speaking, Hermione suddenly stood up to pour tea, still firmly stating, "I don't believe Professor Dumbledore would allow Grindelwald to enter Hogwarts with such a spell."
"The curse hidden in the body is always hard to see, just like he didn't see that Crouch was hiding in that one-eyed madman's body."
One of these two is recognized throughout history as the wisest, and the other is known in modern times as the most intelligent. When the two clash, neither of them will give an inch.
In the restricted book section, words flowed freely, like needles clashing against wheat awns, or two swords clashing, sparks flying throughout the room.
Harry listened for a while, intending to chime in, but then realized that what the two men said made some sense.
As he frowned in thought, Rowena suddenly turned around and asked, "Harry, what do you think?"
Hermione turned around abruptly, her gaze intense, and said, "That's right, Harry, I'm also very curious about your opinion."
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Those two pairs of eyes shone like four bright lamps, fixing their gaze upon him. Harry's heart sank, and his brows furrowed.
Just as I was hesitating, I suddenly heard a loud bell ringing outside the library.
Harry took a deep breath and stood up abruptly. "Unfortunately, it's dinner time today. We'll discuss this later."
"We can't capture Grindelwald anytime soon anyway, so there's no need to rush."
After saying this, he flicked his sleeves, turned around, and stepped out of the library.
Seeing this, Rowena just curled her lip and turned to Hermione, saying, "You should go too. After all, this is your last dinner of the semester, so it's better not to be late."
Hermione gave a slight bow to Naruna, then quickly quickened her pace, following Harry's retreating figure.
The three of them left the library, then called Ron to the secret room, and together they headed towards the Great Hall.
When they arrived, the auditorium was already filled with students, but the noise and laughter had subsided, replaced by a quiet and solemn atmosphere.
Since that night of defending Hogwarts, everyone, regardless of grade level, has become more mature.
Even Fred and George, who are usually the most playful and funny, are now much more composed in their speech and actions.
Pipi Gui was saddened by this for several days, often wandering among the pillars and muttering things like, "I've lost two close friends, and two more adversaries."
Before the three of them could sit down, Hermione suddenly nudged Harry and Ron with her elbow and gestured towards the four walls with her lip.
"Look, there have been quite a few changes this year."
Harry looked up and saw that the four house flags that used to be on the high walls of the Great Hall had been removed, and only the school flag was hanging high.
Ron scratched the back of his head. "Does this mean we should unite and fight Voldemort together?"
"I don't think the key point is about fighting Voldemort," Hermione said, glancing at the Malfoys and the others at the Slytherin table. "It's about getting us together."
Ron followed her gaze and immediately looked as if he had swallowed a fly, his face contorting in disgust.
"Stop joking, Hermione."
"I'd rather try to win over the trolls than believe Malfoy would be willing to fight Voldemort with us."
After saying that, he leaned towards Harry again, "Think about it carefully, Harry."
"So many Death Eater brats, almost every one of them is thinking of running off to Poland to join Voldemort, why didn't Malfoy and his henchmen do the same?"
"This is very wrong, isn't it?"
Harry, unconcerned, sat down with an air of nonchalance and said, "Brother, there's no need to worry. I've already sent three house-elves to lie in ambush near Malfoy Manor."
"If Voldemort dares to contact Malfoy this summer, I'll teach him a double-cross, a scheme within a scheme."
"Once that bald fellow slips up, I'll catch him completely off guard!"
Just then, Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the faculty seating area.
The auditorium, already quieter than in previous years' graduation banquets, suddenly became even more solemn, without a sound.
"Another year has passed," Dumbledore said, glancing at the crowd. "It's over."
His gaze slowly swept over the four heads' tables, pausing briefly at the Gryffindor area before turning to Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin.
Then he suddenly turned to an empty chair on the faculty section.
"Although we have already commemorated those who bravely perished in the fight against Voldemort," Dumbledore said, lowering his eyes, "I want you all to pay tribute to them once again."
Having said that, he held the silver cup high in his hand, his robe sleeves cascading down like clouds, and said, "To the heroes."
The chairs and benches creaked as all the teachers and students from the four colleges stood up solemnly, raising their silver cups in unison, and said in unison, "To the heroes."
After the students were seated, Dumbledore continued, "Some parents feel that Hogwarts is no longer safe, so they have withdrawn their children from the school—I respect their decision."
"But I hope they don't want to go and join Voldemort."
Draco sat there with his head down, staring blankly at a wine glass in front of him.
Pansy, who was standing beside her, glanced over and noticed that the Slytherin table was much quieter. She felt uneasy and secretly tightened her grip on Draco's hand under the table.
Draco remained silent, only stroking the back of her hand twice.
"It has been almost a month since that cruel night."
"Those who are still willing to stay at Hogwarts, I believe, are ready to fight Voldemort."
"We can only be strong if we are united; if we are divided, we will be vulnerable."
After speaking, Dumbledore took his seat.
He didn't mention the Academy Cup at all, and the students seemed to understand each other perfectly, refraining from asking and simply focusing on their meals.
The scene was filled with the sounds of knives and forks falling like a forest, and everyone was eating fiercely, swallowing their food as if they were about to don armor and wield staffs to confront Voldemort after finishing their meal.
The next day at dawn, the students packed their bags and left the school one after another.
This time, Harry didn't travel alone on the clouds; he boarded the Hogwarts Express with the others, just in case Voldemort had resurrected some eccentric wizard and sent them to ambush them.
The train spewed smoke and mist as it traversed mountains and valleys. Harry, wand in hand and eyes darting around, resembled a镖师 (bodyguard/escort) escorting a shipment.
Even after disembarking at Platform 9¾, not a single one of Voldemort's minions was seen.
"Harry, see you this summer."
Ron and Harry parted hastily before Ron rushed off to find his parents.
After he left, Hermione tiptoed and gave Harry a light hug. "Have you decided where you're going to live from now on?"
Harry laughed, "Of course, we'll go to my godfather's mansion. It's been enchanted with a concealment spell, so even Voldemort would have a hard time finding it. It's perfect as a stronghold."
He hurried on, then caught sight of the Grangers walking briskly towards him in the distance, their eyes wide with disbelief. He looked away and said, "I have something to say from the bottom of my heart, and I hope you will consider it carefully, elder sister."
Hermione was taken aback. "What?"
"Your father and mother should be advised to move to avoid disaster."
Harry's words were not an exaggeration. Hermione and Voldemort had fought each other in real combat and were evenly matched. Moreover, Hermione was Harry's right-hand woman.
If this bald thief wants to provoke a fight, he'll have to sacrifice her parents as a result.
There was no need for Harry to explain it; with just this one hint, she suddenly understood.
Hermione opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a single word.
Just then, Mr. Granger placed a hand on her shoulder, squinted at Harry, and said unkindly, "Did he say something nasty, Hermione?"
Mrs. Granger stared at Harry for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "You're the boy who called Hermione in the middle of the night two years ago?!"
Harry clasped his hands in greeting and replied, "It is indeed I."
Before Mr. Granger could ask any more questions, Hermione suddenly turned around and grabbed her parents' sleeves with both hands.
"Let's go, Dad, Mom, we should go back."
Mr. Granger taught her to pull herself up, and before she could even speak, she was swept into the crowd.
Harry stood still, watching her family disappear into the distance amidst the hustle and bustle of the platform.
"That girl's parents don't seem to like you very much, kid."
Hearing these gloating words, Harry turned around and saw Vernon strolling over with his protruding belly.
Fearing he might say something stupid that would anger Harry, Penny quickly said, "Alright, hurry up and get in the car with your luggage, we're going home."
"What's the rush to get back to Privet Drive!" Harry unloaded his luggage, sat in the passenger seat, and waved his hand. "You drive to Charing Cross Road in Westminster. I have some important business to attend to in Diagon Alley."
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