Chapter 209: The Shedding Snake

"Besides the Quidditch World Cup?" Sherlock frowned slightly, "And it's in Hogwarts?"

The further into the story, the more vague the impression in Sherlock's mind.

However, this year, when Harry was promoted to the fourth grade, he knew clearly that this was a turning point for the entire wizarding world.

It was after this year that the dark devil, who had been out of power for more than ten years, made a comeback.

He didn't know what kind of dirty things happened in the middle, but such a change must be related to Hogwarts.

Kingsley saw that Sherlock's attention was successfully attracted, and he didn't mean to deliberately whet his appetite.

"This year, the three magic schools in Europe plan to re-host the Triwizard Tournament, which has been dormant for a hundred years. The Department of International Magical Cooperation and the Department of Magical Sports have begun to prepare for this. Although it has not been announced and confirmed, it is almost certain."

Sherlock is not unfamiliar with the Triwizard Tournament. When he read the school history of Hogwarts in previous years, he knew that this was actually a permanent event between the three magic schools in Europe.

After all, the entire European continent is such a small place, and there are three magic schools in total. It is natural to distinguish the superiority of the three schools.

Sending the most outstanding students in their own schools to compete in a competition is the most straightforward way to see who is stronger and who is weaker.

This is somewhat similar to the sect competition in fantasy, except that the background of the times has been changed to the Western magic world in the 20th century.

But after all, the social order in the magic world is not that cruel. It would be laughable to say that it is a civilized society with sound morals and laws, but it cannot be said that it is the law of the jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

Wizards who are generally stronger than ordinary people in combat strength have become Aurors who work all year round and have a family. Poor wizards can live a stable life without worrying about dying inexplicably one day.

The emergence of dark forces like Voldemort is very rare.

There are only two people in the entire history of magic, and the first one also wants to make the magic world better, but his concept conflicts with most people.

In such a magical society dominated by peace and stability, the content of the Triwizard Tournament is too dangerous, and almost every time the competition is held, there will be students who die.

Those who died were the best students in the entire magic school that year. Such a painful price was unacceptable to the three principals and the Ministry of Magic of several countries a hundred years ago, and finally chose to completely shut down the competition.

Until now, almost no one still remembers this competition. Why would it be restarted for no reason?

Regarding this, Kingsley, who has been rooted in the Ministry of Magic for more than ten years, heard some inside stories.

"It is said that the restart of the Triwizard Tournament was initiated by Minister of Magic Fudge."

He spoke softly, and only said this sentence, and everything was self-evident.

Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic who has been living under the shadow of Dumbledore since taking office, has never relaxed his efforts to establish his own authority in the magic world.

In the first few years after taking office, he was still obedient and followed Dumbledore's lead. Basically, whenever the Ministry of Magic made any major decisions, he would come to Hogwarts to consult Dumbledore.

Until he gradually discovered that the old man who was hiding in the towering castle tower, eating cockroaches and drinking lemonade, really had no interest in controlling the government affairs of the magic world.

Fudge became more and more daring.

He wanted to suppress Dumbledore's prestige in the magic world and improve his own reputation at the same time, so as to prolong his time in this position.

Successfully hosting a grand event that has not been held for a hundred years is undoubtedly a brilliant political achievement.

And if there is any problem in this event, or Hogwarts, which is highly expected by the British magic people, does not win the championship, then he can also take advantage of the situation and put the blame on Dumbledore.

Anyway, the students are taught by Dumbledore, and the competition is held in Dumbledore's territory.

The good reputation is taken by him, Fudge, and the blame is taken by you, Dumbledore. Gu

Whether people who are involved in politics are bold or timid, their hearts are all dirty.

This is why Dumbledore was still unwilling to join the Ministry of Magic and take the position of Minister even though he was popular.

"Ha, if our Minister could put his mind on studying these petty things into the real work, his reputation would have spread throughout the magic world long ago."

Sherlock sneered.

Fudge's little thoughts were as clear to Dumbledore as Harry's eyes saying that he didn't go out at night.

It's just that the two of them care about different things and realms. Fudge wants fame and power, while Dumbledore ignores all of his thoughts.

Although Kingsley understands the things in the political arena, he doesn't want to pay attention to it. He shook his head.

"No matter what the reason is, the re-holding of the Triwizard Tournament is still a big event."

Throwing the bamboo stick in his hand into the trash can not far away, Sherlock stood up and patted the non-existent dust on his body.

"We've strayed off to these tiring places while chatting. Forget it, I won't bother you anymore. You can continue to walk around Diagon Alley. There's someone waiting for me at the Leaky Cauldron. If I don't go over, she'll probably get anxious."

Kingsley also sighed and stood up.

"Try to be careful at Hogwarts this year."

Sherlock shrugged and spread his hands.

"What am I worried about? The Triwizard Tournament is an event for students. What does it have to do with me, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor?"

Kingsley's face was as dark as water.

"After Moody retired, Dumbledore contacted him privately and wanted him to stay at Hogwarts for the next year. I don't know the specific reasons, but something is wrong."

Sherlock patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I will pay attention."

The two separated in Diagon Alley, and Kingsley lost interest in shopping and simply used Apparition to leave.

Sherlock went straight to the Leaky Cauldron. As soon as he entered the door, he saw the girl sitting quietly at the wooden table, silently staring at the tea cup in front of her.

He sat in front of Hilke and saw that there was nothing around her, so he couldn't help but ask doubtfully.

"Where are the things you bought?"

"I asked the clerk to send it home directly via owl express."

While she was talking about life, she was still staring at the teacup on the table, and her answers to Sherlock's words seemed like she was mumbling unconsciously.

Sherlock noticed something strange about her and looked at the contents of the tea cup. He saw nothing except a layer of tea residue on the bottom.

"What do you see?"

Silk murmured softly.

"Snake...a venomous snake that is shedding its skin and being reborn."