Chapter 360 358 Deep Meaning

Chapter 360 358. Deep Meaning

The Slytherin Chamber of Secrets was very quiet.

The dwarf trapped in shackles still lay quietly in front of the statue, as if dead.

Voldemort had no expression on his face, and he slowly walked into the chamber of secrets.

The runes on the ground lit up, and the dense patterns flickered, as if celebrating the arrival of their owner.

Walking in front of the statue, he looked at the dead dwarf and waved the wand in his hand.

No spell was recited, and it didn't seem like any magic was activated. The text symbols around them gathered together and hit the dwarf whose body surface had begun to become illusory along the five chains.

Voldemort raised one of his feet, and the expensive leather boots stepped on the dwarf. The next moment, the round-faced and big-mouthed dwarf was shattered, and the runes around him became brighter.

"The ghost is still there."

After saying this, Voldemort turned and walked out of the secret room, as if he didn't notice that anyone else had been in this room.

The door of the secret room was closed again, and the glowing runes gradually turned back to their original dim appearance. The whole room was dark and quiet.

This silence lasted for a long time. In the middle of the night, there was a "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 crawled out from inside.

Her face was obviously pale because of fear, but she didn't rush to leave immediately. Instead, she took out a thick roll of parchment from her bag, spread it on the ground, and then used the faint light of the wand lighting spell to copy the runes on the ground on the paper bit by bit.

Many people saw Voldemort's appearance.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, John saw with his own eyes that the black fog surrounded the Hogwarts Castle and killed all the fire dragons. The means were simple and unpretentious, but everyone who saw this scene was terrified.

This man is indeed unimaginably powerful.

In the Forbidden Forest, even if John used a strengthened version of the Killing Curse with all his strength, he could not have any actual effect on the Hungarian Horntail Dragon, but under Voldemort's hands, his Death Curse was truly an unforgivable curse.

When each green light came on, there would inevitably be an end to a life.

When Bulstrode saw that the dragon disaster in the castle had been resolved, his face showed an ecstatic expression.

He looked at Dumbledore and John with a wild look, as if he had thrown the victory or defeat of the game behind him.

"No matter what conspiracy you have, it's futile in front of the master! Do you think a group of fire dragons can make Hogwarts Castle fall? Dream on!"

Jon looked at him speechlessly. This vice-headmaster of Beauxbatons was probably scared by Rosier and had a brain problem.

Whose conspiracy was this group of fire dragons?

He really didn't know, did he?

Just when the black fog solved all the fire dragons and then disappeared for a few minutes.

Suddenly, a handsome wizard wearing a dark green exquisite robe slowly came to the competition venue from the edge of the Black Lake.

No one could see any expression on his face. He was as unpredictable as the dark clouds in the sky. The change from thunder and rain to sunny and sunny was only in an instant.

"Sir."

Matthew bowed slightly and called the man who was causing unrest in Europe.

Even now, few people know Voldemort's full name, and even if they know it, there are only a handful of people who dare to shout it out directly or call him by his surname.

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 beat Emil! You must be fair. This game was proposed by you, and we must ensure fairness!"

Bulstrode cried and hugged Voldemort's thigh, accusing Jon and his men of their crimes with tears in his eyes.

The atmosphere at the scene suddenly became a little cold, and even tense.

Only a small number of reporters who were willing to sacrifice themselves for the news stayed, but they turned off the flash and still insisted on freezing the picture so that they would not have to worry about the news in the next two weeks.

Most of the reporters who had already felt that something was wrong did not dare to stay here for a moment, and immediately ran away from the Hogwarts campus with their cameras.

Today's harvest is enough. If they stay any longer, there may be bigger news, but they must be alive to take 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 did not make people feel much malice, as if he was sincerely expressing his appreciation for Jon.

No one could hear much anger from his mouth, just like what happened to Hogwarts Castle tonight was nothing to him.

Jon stared into Voldemort's eyes, trying to see from his eyes what this completely different Voldemort was thinking now.

However, human eyes cannot express a person's detailed inner thoughts. The best Jon can do is to see that he is not pretending. He did not kill himself this time, but caused Hogwarts Castle to be attacked. Not really concerned.

So what exactly does he want to do?

Isn't the ultimate goal of designing these fire dragons to kill oneself?

He looked so careless, but he still controlled the entire scene when he appeared.

Burst was still holding Voldemort's thigh, but his master never looked at him from beginning to end.

"So the first event is over? What's the score?"

Matthew answered his question.

"Jon Green scored a hundred, Diane Rozier and Emile Lestrange both scored seventy."

After hearing what he said, Voldemort suddenly kicked Burst away from his legs.

"Now that the referee team has come up with the scores, it means that they have recognized the current results. I invited the referees from the federation, which means that I trust their abilities. Is it your turn to say it's unfair?"

Bosted's face was filled with grievances.

"But they also said that we cheated, Master! They said that we were the ones who planned these fire dragons to go crazy!"

Voldemort's expression was calm.

"So we planned it?"

"of course not!"

Burst's voice had never been louder.

"Then what are you excited about? We know that we have no problem, so let them investigate. I think since Mr. Graves can ensure the fairness of the game, he will not let any party suffer such slander, right?"

Facing Voldemort's gaze, Matthew was obviously under a lot of pressure, and he swallowed.

"That's what I'm here for, sir."

"very good."

Voldemort's eyes turned to Emile who was lowering his head, not daring to look at him, with a face full of shame.

"I never expected young people to succeed in whatever they do, but you won't always let me down, right?"

There was no harshness, more like a word of encouragement, which allowed Emil to regain his composure and look up at Voldemort. He showed excitement and firmness in his eyes, and that look of reverence, as if Voldemort ordered him to die on the spot. , and he will 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 was not difficult for him to tell that Voldemort was actually more popular among young wizards.

"Now that the first event is over, everyone should go back and rest as soon as possible. I am looking forward to the next game and hope it will bring me more exciting scenes than tonight."

He didn't seem to realize how embarrassing the fact that the castle was attacked by a fire dragon would make him, the principal, feel so embarrassed, but just when he was about to leave directly, a gentle voice suddenly sounded.

"Are you planning to go back to the Ministry of Magic? Riddle."

The whole scene suddenly became extremely quiet. Everyone held their breath when they heard this surname, which was not uncommon in the magic world, but felt strange to most people at this time.

Only one person present dared to call Voldemort such a name.

Dumbledore looked at Voldemort, who suddenly stopped walking, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"Such a big thing happened in the school, but you still pretend to be so understated and careless. Do you really not intend to stay in the castle overnight to appease the emotions of those under you and the students?"

None of the people present except Jon understood what Dumbledore meant by what he said, which was more like a suggestion.

They all knew that there were irreconcilable conflicts between the two, but they didn't hear any smell of gunpowder in their words.

However, Voldemort, who had always remained calm, turned around at this time and looked at Dumbledore with a cold expression.

"Don't blame me for not warning you beforehand, 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 change of attitude left everyone else a little confused, but they could all see that Dumbledore's words just now had clearly touched a certain side of Voldemort.

But his threat didn't make Dumbledore change much in his expression. He remained so indifferent.

"Of course, as long as you also guarantee that the game itself is correct."

"Of course we can guarantee the blood oath."

"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 always turn out the way you think, right?" Dumbledore blinked.

Voldemort's face became even colder.

"Then let's continue reading."

After saying that, he walked towards the castle without looking back.

Seeing him leaving, Bosted and Emil had no intention of staying, and followed him out of the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

In the end, only Dumbledore, his team, and the three referees from the Federation were left here.

Matthew looked at Dumbledore, who was still holding the bottle containing Jon's own extracted memories.

"I will investigate what happened in the game, Albus, but you should also understand that there will be no clear conclusion in this situation."

Both Dumbledore and Jon knew that even if the evidence was conclusive, this matter would not have any impact on the situation.

Unless Voldemort was already certain to be defeated and lost the strength to compete with them, otherwise, even if there was more evidence, as long as the other party bit it to death, there would be no more follow-up.

"I can understand your difficulties, and so far, you have done well enough, after all, you are just an outsider."

Dumbledore said softly, and then turned around with Jon and Rosier to leave from here.

"Rest early in the evening, and then prepare for the second project. You will be busy."

On the way back, Jon could clearly feel that Dumbledore's footsteps were very fast, as if there was something urgent.

"What's wrong, Professor?"

Dumbledore's face was very solemn.

"We must go back as soon as possible to see if Hermione has returned."

When Voldemort returned to the castle, his face still maintained the gloomy look he had when he finished talking to Dumbledore.

After he came back, Snape hurried to greet him. There were many professors around him. Even though many of them were still injured, as long as they were still breathing and moving, they would not dare to lie in bed when their master came to the castle.

"How are things going?"

"We have settled all the students. Crouch is taking people to check the dragon corpses. Amycus is confirming the damage to the castle, but it seems that the loss is not big at present."

"What about the personnel?"

"Two people died. An Auror was accidentally pierced by the fangs of a Peruvian venomous dragon, and Pierre from the Half-Blood Academy was killed by Crouch because of cowardice."

"Take these people to do the work, and find out as soon as possible why these dragons suddenly set their sights on the castle. I hope your report will be on my desk before this time tomorrow."

"I understand, Master."

Snape left with the people around him with a serious expression, leaving Voldemort alone standing in the castle's foyer. He was still thinking about the last conversation between him and Dumbledore.

He felt that the cunning old man was not only going to say these things to him. The fact that Dumbledore stopped him at the moment he was about to leave was already worth pondering.

Suddenly, Voldemort narrowed his eyes, and his body turned into a black mist again, flying towards the eighth floor of the castle!

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