Chapter 412 410 But I'm Talking About You Again, Voldemort

Chapter 412 410. I'm talking about you again, Voldemort

France, Paris.

After less than a year, the wizards of the Wizarding World have surrounded the French Ministry of Magic again.

Compared with last year, they are more fully prepared and more powerful this time. After all, they have been operating in the French magic world for almost a whole year, and social order has been restored to normal. After the Muggle-born wizards lost their freedom and power and now regained them, they will naturally cherish them more than before.

It is precisely because of this that they are obsessed with completely liberating the entire French territory and completely eliminating the so-called pure blood theory from the French land.

It was just that they had been bound by the blood oath of the Triwizard Tournament between Dumbledore and Voldemort before, which made them rest temporarily.

But this time, Dumbledore personally came back from the UK and once again announced the action to be carried out today.

Except for the Order of the Phoenix led by Dumbledore, people from other forces in the Wizarding World were shocked by Dumbledore's actions.

"Why do you want to abandon the blood oath like this? Isn't Jon Green now in a great advantage and is playing the third game in Hogwarts Castle? As long as we win the championship, we can win without a fight. Is this why you were willing to make this blood oath with the Dark Lord? Or do you actually have no confidence in your students? Do you think he will definitely lose today's game, so you want to break the blood oath in advance and completely occupy Paris?"

As the acting Minister of the French Ministry of Magic in the current wizard line, Javier Iniesta did not understand Dumbledore's decision at all, and he also asked his doubts without hiding it.

Dumbledore just said calmly.

"It's not that I don't have confidence in Jon, it's because I am full of confidence in Jon and believe that he can definitely win the championship of this game, so I want to surround Paris in advance."

Iniesta is not a fool, he can hear the implication of Dumbledore's words.

"What do you mean? You think the Dark Lord will tear up the blood oath after we win the Triwizard Tournament."

Dumbledore did not give a positive answer, he just said.

"It's possible, but I think he might use other ways to circumvent the consequences, or he might make up for it in other places. I've dealt with him for a long time, Javier. When he hadn't occupied Britain yet, it was hard to guess what he was thinking because he was crazy at the time. But after he became the master of Britain, everything he did and all the decisions he made would never be directed only towards success."

"Since he proposed the Triwizard Tournament, it means he has already thought about the choices he will face in both winning and losing the game. I can't guess what his choice is for the time being, but one thing is certain, we can't completely give up the war in order to win without fighting, but we must be prepared to fight at any time, just like now, when the third game is going on, we will surround Paris, and when the final result of the game announces John's victory, we will immediately enter the Ministry of Magic."

Javier had no objection to Dumbledore's decision, but he still couldn't help asking.

"I know you trust him very much, and I certainly have the greatest trust in him, but what if, I mean what if, what if Jon Green loses in the end?"

Dumbledore's eyes were deep, he was silent for a long time, and finally answered Javier's question.

"If that happens, you take all the other people who are willing to leave and leave France, retreat to the territory of the Nordic Witch Party, and I will stay here."

Javier seemed to have guessed what Dumbledore would do if that happened. He did not speak, but quietly signed his name on the mobilization order for all wizards on the Witch Horizon.

So, on the afternoon of the day when the third game was in progress, the French Ministry of Magic in the center of Paris was surrounded again.

Selwyn and Rookwood, the two Death Eaters left behind by Voldemort in Paris, stood guard in front of the lobby of the Ministry of Magic with their faces grim.

Dumbledore and the people from the Witch Line stopped in front of the tie of the French Ministry of Magic. Everyone held a wand in their hands, and everyone was blessed with the Iron Armor Charm, which made the Death Eaters who stayed here less than one-tenth of their number feel extremely stressed.

"What do you mean! The Triwizard Tournament has not yet ended, and France is still under the protection of the blood oath. Do you want to tear up the oath made with blood?"

Selwyn's questioning was obviously a bit fierce. He didn't dare to bet whether Dumbledore had the courage to tear up the blood oath, and he was not sure what kind of changes had happened in Hogwarts Castle. Did Jon Green win the game, but the Witch Line blocked the news and wanted to catch them all in one fell swoop.

Dumbledore didn't say anything, nor did he mean to answer Selwyn. He just looked at the deepest part of the French Ministry of Magic, where a man holding a wand in his hand and wearing a black stand-up collar robe was holding a wand and slowly walking towards their location.

Behind Dumbledore, the wizards on the wizarding horizon couldn't help holding their breath after seeing the man's face, and Selwyn and his party also noticed Dumbledore's gaze. When they looked back, everyone's face showed ecstasy.

"Master!"

Voldemort did not respond to their calls, but looked at Dumbledore with a cold and ferocious smile on his face.

"Dumbledore, long time no see."

Of course Jon didn't kill Emile.

It's not that he's afraid of violating any rules of the Triwizard Tournament, or of feeling any compassion.

The competition has reached this point. The Lestranges have made it clear that they want to kill Jon in this castle. Even if Jon is found to have used the Death Curse to kill the participating warriors, as long as he can win No one will or dare to raise objections in the final game.

It's just that Jon is not actually that murderous. Emil can't escape. Voldemort will lose this castle in the end according to the rules of the blood oath, let alone such a family that has been killed by Jon. Son.

Since he can kill or not, Jon usually won't resort to death. If we really talk about punishment, wouldn't it be more painful to keep him than to kill him directly?

As for revenge, if Jon was really afraid of this, he would have committed suicide long ago. Now anyone who wants to kill him is probably queuing up from the British Ministry of Magic to Diagon Alley.

And just when Jon had completely cleared all the obstacles in the castle, and only the wooden door was left between him and the Triwizard Cup, a figure cautiously sticking his head out in front of the library attracted him. of attention.

Seeing Draco, Jon's face didn't change much, instead he smiled.

It's just that the smiling face has squinted eyes, covering up the golden pupils. People who are familiar with him will think that Jon is very approachable, but people who are not familiar with him will just feel chilled all over.

For example, Draco now.

He hurriedly stood up from behind the door and raised his empty hands to indicate that he had no intention of resisting Jon.

"I have no intention of dealing with you! Ge, Green, you know. I just heard the noise in the auditorium after entering the castle, so I came over to take a look. I will never compete with you for the championship!"

"What are you afraid of?"

Jon said nonchalantly. He didn't seem to be wary of Draco, so he turned his back to him and walked to the wooden door at the end of the forbidden book area.

This door really didn't look like much from the outside. Jon was more familiar with the current Hogwarts Castle than Emile. He saw the copper eagle-shaped knocker on the wooden door. .

Perhaps many people have forgotten this thing in this era, but Jon, who still remembers the original work, will not forget it.

This knocker is the knocker that guarded the Ravenclaw lounge when Hogwarts was still four houses. Only those who can answer its questions can enter the door.

Seeing that Jon had no intention of doing anything to him, Draco also walked into the auditorium tremblingly. He saw Emil lying on the ground, and also saw the broken and collapsed bookshelves and mess around him. The table and chair finally came to the forbidden book area. At the same time, whether to show that he had no intention of competing for the Triwizard Cup or because of fear, he did not get too close to Jon, but stopped five meters away.

"I, can I know, if you finally win this game, what will you do with students like me?"

Jon was studying the eagle knocker with his head down, trying to trigger it to tell the riddle.

"What should we do with you? Do you think you will fall into our hands? Even if there is no Hogwarts Castle, your principal will not give up on a pure-blood student like you. Your parents are both him The mainstay of the game, so unless you reach a situation where you are certain to lose, nothing like this will happen recently.”

Draco gritted his teeth. He didn't know what he was hesitating in his heart, and then asked.

"Then if Mr. Principal loses, how will you treat the pure-blood students?"

Jon finally figured out the principle of this eagle-shaped door knocker. It seemed to have been modified by someone. It no longer had the effect of telling people to guess riddles. Instead, it was given a specific command control, that is, just say It requires a specific command to open the door.

This is obviously also the design of the referee team. They may have left clues elsewhere in the castle to let the participating warriors find out what this password is.

But Jon obviously no longer wanted to guess the riddle. He directly showed the ring, absorbed the magic power on the door knocker, and solved the problem with the most basic method.

Just as the wooden door creaked open, Jon answered Draco's question.

"According to the relatively mature approach we have studied in France, adult students are the same as normal pure-blood wizards. If they make any mistakes, they will be responsible for them. Even if they make no mistakes, they will be arranged for continuing education and labor compensation, regardless of their status. No matter what position they take, these people are just reaping the benefits of suppressing pure-blooded people. As for people like you, you also know what kind of role your father plays under the Dark Lord. Let me tell you the truth. , your parents are definitely going to die, which is why I refused to cooperate with him at that time. If you do something wrong, you don’t have to be responsible for it as long as you correct it. Of course, you will not die, but you still have to Pay the other price.”

There wasn't much space behind the wooden door, but the Triwizard Cup was placed in such a room.

Jon saw it, and of course Draco saw it.

But neither Jon nor Draco focused on the trophy at the first time. Jon answered Draco's question seriously, and Draco trembled after hearing it, looking at Jon with red eyes.

"But my parents just want our family to live well! What's wrong with that?"

Jon looked at him calmly.

"So, you don't even have the most basic and correct concept. It's certainly not wrong to love your family, but why do your parents want to hurt other people's families? We are all human beings. You enjoy a wealthy life and warm family affection, but have you ever thought about what a group of people of your age are suffering in the basement of this castle?"

"How can we be blamed! This is not something our family can decide!" Draco seemed to be stimulated by Jon's words. He was no longer careful before, but burst out, "Why do we have to die! What's the difference between you and us? If that's the case, how many pure-blood families can survive!"

The flames in Jon's golden eyes were jumping.

"This is your own choice. The Weasleys and Longbottoms could have stayed in the UK to enjoy the benefits and privileges of pure blood, but why are they willing to follow us into exile with their entire families? Because they know what is right and wrong, but your parents don't, and they didn't teach you the true right and wrong."

"You are talking nonsense! Who is right and who is wrong is decided by whom! We are obviously not wrong! Not wrong!"

After venting, Draco fell to the ground, grabbing his hair and not saying anything.

Jon looked at him and didn't say anything again. Only after a long time did he suddenly say something inexplicably.

"Why don't you do it?"

Draco raised his head, and he was already in tears.

"Do you want me to fight you? If that's the case, you should get me out now. I know I can't beat you at all!"

Jon shook his head seriously, and he had never been so serious before.

"No, I'm not talking to you, but to you, Voldemort."