Chapter 329 327 Auditorium

Chapter 329 327. Hall

Today's lunch is very sumptuous.

Even with Draco's discerning eyes, he had to admit that this standard could be called a banquet.

The students of Beauxbatons were specially arranged to sit at a long table not far from the platform, and Draco and Emil, who were selected as warriors, sat on both sides of Voldemort to show the honor of being selected.

In addition, there were reporters from all over Europe who had arrived at the castle with the students who returned to school in recent days.

They were also arranged to sit at a long table. Even when they were eating, these people brought cameras and quills, and the flash lights were on from time to time, as if there was news worth reporting before the Triwizard Tournament even started.

Draco knew what they would write in their press release tomorrow, which was nothing more than the fact that Dumbledore and his group were coldly received today.

The eldest son of the Malfoy family was looking forward to this.

After the afternoon of a long talk with Emil and his son, his fear of the game was reduced a lot, but the impression that Jon left on him that night was too deep.

It almost became a nightmare. He woke up several times because he dreamed that the sharp fangs did not pierce Aunt Bella's throat, but pierced his own throat.

Now he could see the boy named Jon make a fool of himself, and just thinking about it could give Draco great psychological comfort.

If the occasion allowed, he even wanted to sneak out to see what kind of angry and humiliated expressions the wanted criminal students would show on their faces when they found that no one greeted them or entertained them after they arrived at Hogwarts Castle.

In fact, no matter whether it was Draco, looking at the sumptuous lunch in front of him at the long table full of reporters, few people were in the mood to pick up their knives and forks.

The schools that needed to participate in the competition had not yet arrived, but lunch had already begun. There was not even a house elf outside the castle to greet them. Anyone could see that this was Voldemort's way of showing off his power to Dumbledore.

After the blood oath was made, the Triwizard Tournament was of course impossible to be cancelled, but the venue of this competition was at Hogwarts Castle. Regardless of whether Voldemort had the right to occupy the castle, he was definitely the one who actually controlled the castle.

This was equivalent to being his real home court. As long as it did not involve disrupting the progress of the competition, he could easily cause trouble for Dumbledore and the others.

No matter what position the reporters here were in, the most exciting thing for journalists was to encounter such a situation. If both sides were in harmony, who would be willing to subscribe to a newspaper to read this?

This kind of tit-for-tat was the best selling point to attract attention.

Among the students of Hogwarts Castle, whether they were purebloods or half-bloods, they were all talking about it. Most of them had a self-righteous smile on their faces. Voldemort's actions brought them great vanity.

According to the theory of bloodline, the wanted criminals were all mudbloods, and some of them even escaped a year ago.

The students who had been educated in this hierarchical concept since the beginning of the school year had a sense of superiority from beginning to end, but Jon's performance that night was like a heavy hammer hitting them, causing countless spider-web-like cracks in their sense of superiority.

What Voldemort did just now was like applying a patch to their already cracked sense of superiority, and continuing to maintain the pride of bloodline.

The atmosphere in the auditorium was very relaxed.

This was like an ordinary opening banquet, a party for wizards who supported the theory of bloodline.

However, not long after the people at each long table picked up the butter beer in their hands, a huge bang suddenly came from the exquisite door of the auditorium!

The closed wooden door was pushed open by an irresistible force from the outside, and a breeze that ran through the corridor blew into the hall with an atmosphere that could not be integrated into this school.

The originally noisy environment gradually disappeared, and finally turned into silence.

Jon held the wand in one hand and stood in front of the door. There was no expression on his face. He just looked straight ahead calmly, and that direction was exactly where everyone in the hall did not dare to look directly.

Next to him stood the smiling Dumbledore. Compared with Jon, he seemed to be in a good mood, but this joy was definitely not for this unique "reception".

Behind the two of them stood more than 20 students from Hogwarts carriages and Durmstrang.

There was no humiliation and anger on their faces as Draco thought, and there was not even a trace of frustration.

The breeze from the corridor into the hall blew up the hems of their robes carefully selected by Lily, the V-neck dark blue sweaters, the white shirt collars, and the red and black ties that McGonagall carefully checked before departure. These wanted criminals seemed more calm than anyone sitting here.

Hermione raised her head slightly, revealing her delicate collarbone and white neck. Her long chestnut hair was blown by the breeze. She looked at everything in the hall, looking at the dome reflecting the sky with a posture and gaze she had never had before.

Almost none of the students in the hall recognized her. It was not that Hermione had not left much impression on them, but that the present Hermione was completely different from the ragged little girl hanging in front of the hall.

George was also looking at the ceiling of the hall against the blue sky. Everything here was different from what Arthur and Molly had told him, except this one that had never changed.

"I once told you, Tom, that you are the best student I have ever taught, but perhaps I should have taken that back a long time ago."

Dumbledore looked at the man sitting in the middle of the long table on the podium.

"Since you have signed the blood oath, since you want to smoothly carry out this game, and since you have chosen Hogwarts Castle as the venue for the game, what sincerity and courtesy should you show as the initiator of this event?"

His calm voice echoed in the hall.

No one knew what Voldemort's expression was like now, because no one dared to look him in the eye.

But Jon saw it clearly, because Voldemort had been looking at him since he entered the door.

Hearing Dumbledore's words, this man who had almost become the nightmare of all the puffball wizards in Europe did not show any anger or disgust. Instead, a smile appeared on his angular, young and handsome face.

A smile that seemed to be sarcastic, but was actually very subtle.

"Dumbledore, perhaps it is too early for you to take back what you said. Let's wait and see."

His voice was very light, but everyone in the hall heard it. And when he spoke, his eyes did not shift to Dumbledore, but were always locked on Jon.

When he finished speaking, he clapped his hands 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 hall, and it intersected at a right angle with the long table where the students of Hogwarts Castle, Beauxbatons and the reporters were, and it was directly opposite to the long table where Voldemort and the professors of Hogwarts Castle were.

The words he just said sounded like he was giving in for not welcoming Dumbledore and his party, but in fact, most people heard some special meaning from them.

But no matter what he was saying, it did not prevent Jon and his party from sitting at the long table.

When everyone sat down on the chair, the same sumptuous lunch as on other tables appeared on the table at the same time. Obviously, Voldemort would not deliberately show the difference in dining standards here.

The atmosphere in the hall changed obviously after Jon and his party came in.

The original cheerful conversation was gone. Even if there were still students talking, they were just chatting in a low voice, making the whole hall a little dull and depressing.

All their previous fantasies were broken, and Jon and his party's appearance was like piercing their YY with cold reality. There was no so-called embarrassment, and they would not feel embarrassed at all, because these people never regarded them as the real masters of this castle.

While the mixed-blood students who occasionally glanced at the Hogwarts carriage and the students of Durmstrang were whispering to each other, a sixth-grade mixed-blood student was looking at the direction of the auditorium door in a daze.

"What's wrong? Cedric."

A girl beside him asked in a low voice.

The boy named Cedric came back to his senses at this time, and he shook his head nonchalantly.

"Nothing, I just thought about some things at home."

This little episode was not discovered by more people, and even if it was discovered, no one would care about such a student who could only be regarded as a second-class citizen in Hogwarts Castle.

This dull lunch ended quickly. This time was not the time to officially announce the competition. Although the representatives of the four magic schools were all present, the other three wizards assigned by the International Confederation of Wizards would not arrive until the afternoon.

Therefore, after lunch, Voldemort did not have any more long speeches or deliberately sarcastic words to vent, but just left the auditorium directly.

Jon and the others did not stay here for long, or rather, Voldemort did not leave them here this time, but sent someone to receive them.

"Ah, Severus, we haven't seen each other for a long time."

Dumbledore spoke words of remembrance, but neither his tone nor his eyes showed any nostalgia, but were as indifferent as the dead water in a well.

Snape did not seem to care about his attitude, and 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 should not live here. Now I will take you to where your carriage should be parked."

After he finished speaking, he took the initiative to walk in front and lead the way.

It seems that the vice-president of Hogwarts Castle, Voldemort's most trusted subordinate, did not have much intention to chat with Dumbledore. He did not say a word on the road, and led 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, lurking among the Death Eaters under the orders of Dumbledore, and even paying with his own life for it in the end.

But that was when Lily was killed by Voldemort to protect Harry Potter.

Now it seems that Lily failed to protect Harry, and therefore did not die at the hands of the dark devil, which also left Snape with no reason to betray the Death Eaters.

After all, he had been attracted by Voldemort's thoughts since his student days. Not only did he flirt with the pure-bloods in his own college, but he also had correspondence with Lucius, who was several years older than him and had graduated from Hogwarts and became a Death Eater.

However, according to the specific process that Jon knew, Snape should have had a premonition that his master might not fulfill his promise to him and let Lily go when Voldemort went to find the Potters.

So that night he also humbly went to Dumbledore and prayed that he could save Lily's life. For this, he was despised by Dumbledore because he didn't care about the lives of James and Harry.

If the node of history change was the night when Voldemort went to find Harry Potter, then Snape should have also found Dumbledore that night.

So, did he reach a deal with Dumbledore?

If a deal was reached, why did Dumbledore later let Slughorn go undercover with Voldemort?

If no deal was reached, how could Voldemort not know about it, and not only forgive Snape, but also value him so much?

Jon felt that there was something fishy, ​​but from the current situation, he couldn't see any problems.

Asking Dumbledore directly was even more impossible. Jon had no way to explain how he knew that Snape had found him that night. At most, he could only ask indirectly what kind of person Severus Snape was.

But even if he wanted to ask indirectly, it was not now.

Snape led them out of the castle and walked along the Black Lake towards the Forbidden Forest. Finally, they stopped in a secluded area that was already considered the outer edge of the Forbidden Forest.

The Hogwarts carriage is here, and Hagrid is sitting in the driver's seat, staring at the dense woods in a daze.

"Your activity area is limited to this. You cannot enter the castle or the Forbidden Forest without permission. In preparation for the next game, the entire Forbidden Forest has been blocked. Even if you want to enter, you can't. But I still want to remind you that if you break the rules, we have the right to enforce our rules on those who break the rules."

Snape said the last sentence in a cold voice.

Four thousand, fight again tomorrow