A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 347 Dissent
Before dawn, the cold, gray light pierced through the fog in the forest little by little, and this conversation that no one knew was coming to an end.

"Master, the newspaper says that the Longbottoms have recovered, and they will accuse me..." the figure lying on the ground whispered.

"Time will erase all traces. Haven't my servants forgotten my reputation? How many of them have crawled at my feet and kissed my robe?" Voldemort said softly.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s body suddenly trembled, as if an invisible whip was whipping him.

But Voldemort ignored him, and said lazily: "I want to share with you an opinion that magic is power. Do you know why memory extraction and Veritaserum can't be used as evidence in court? It's because they are unreliable. Deceived by a brilliant wizard. I ask you—were you caught red-handed?"

"No, it's not," whispered Barty Crouch Jr.

Voldemort sneered twice, "That's it. There are too many ways to deny their accusations, such as compound potion, forgetting curse, confusing curse... The key is whether there is a witness with enough weight!"

"If Dumbledore came forward to identify you, it would be troublesome, but an ordinary Auror couple? Don't forget, their own memories have been glued together, how credible are they?"

Barty Crouch Jr.'s face flushed with excitement.

"In an ideal situation, according to the original plan, I will be successfully resurrected, recruit the old Ministry in the dark, and accumulate strength. After you kill Moody, inherit the reputation and relationship of old Crouch, and enter the Ministry of Magic... At that time," he said. He said softly: "You will receive incomparable honor. The position of Minister of Magic is just the most inconspicuous reward."

"Your will is my mission, Master."

……

The sun finally came out, and the fog in the forest completely dissipated without leaving any traces.The camp became lively.

Felix didn't sleep for a long time. He always felt that Barty Crouch came for an unknown reason, and he thought for a long time, but he didn't have any clue.When it was daylight, he saw Keremy coming out of the cubicle, holding a cup of hot cocoa, holding a thin blanket in the other hand, half-closed her eyes, and yawned profusely.

"What, can't sleep?"

Keremi blinked, and then saw Felix sitting on the sofa, "Professor, why didn't you turn on the light?" She walked to the table where she had dinner yesterday, and patted a magic lamp in the shape of a bronze eagle. It flapped its wings, flew into the air and spit out a ball of light, instantly lighting up the tent.

She sat across from Felix, covered herself with a blanket, and couldn't help yawning again, "Oh, I really can't sleep, I plan to stay up for a while and go back to the company to sleep. When are we leaving?"

"You can leave anytime you want," Felix said gently, "We don't need a portkey, just apparate and leave." He glanced at the other two compartments in the tent that were simply separated, "Wait a minute James and Arik."

Keremi hugged the thin blanket, drank hot cocoa, and chatted casually.

"After the vacation is over, I will go back to Gringotts to hand over work... Unfortunately, I made a lot of friends in Egypt." She wrung her fingers and said something interesting, "By the way," she said He suddenly asked with great interest, "Professor, did Bill ever call you your nickname—the Wandering Sphinx?"

"……No."

"This nickname is very interesting, why is no one calling it?" Keremi showed a regretful expression, "I heard someone in the company call you the Snake King secretly, I think it's not very good, it's easy to remind people of the Basilisk... ..."

"Well, I can't care what others say." Felix made a cup of tea for himself, very leisurely and authentic.

Before she knew it, Keremy's hot cocoa was gone, and she stared at Felix's tea. "Would you like to try it?" Felix asked, and Keremi said hesitantly, "I heard that if you drink it, you won't be able to sleep..."

At this time, a deep female voice came from outside the door: "Is that Mr. Felix Haip inside? I am Olim Maxim, from the Beauxbaton School of Magic in France."

Felix showed a surprised expression, "Wait a minute, ma'am." He stood up, and stretched out his hand while walking towards the door, "Swoosh!" A coat flew out of the room, put it on him, and fastened it flexibly. Button up.

Cramie slipped back into the room with a blanket and an empty glass too.

Walking out of the tent, I saw a tall woman head-on.Different from the side I glimpsed in the middle of the night, she has obviously been dressed up, wrapped from head to toe in a blue cotton sateen dress, her hair is combed back into a shiny black bun, and she wears a scarf around her neck. Opal necklace.

"Madame Maxime?" Felix tentatively said the address he overheard.

Madame Maxime gave an elegant smile, she stretched out her hand, Felix froze for a moment, grabbed it lightly, and touched the back of her hand with his lips.

"Mr. Hype," said Madame Maxime, "forgive me for visiting, but we are leaving during the day, and I really don't want to miss my meeting with the new trustee."

"Has Beauxbatons been informed?"

"There is a list of school directors in the principal's office. When Mr. Nick Flamel passed away, I saw your name appear on it." Madam Maxime said sadly.

"So you are the principal of Beauxbatons."

They went into the tent, and Madame Maxime sat in the place of Clémi, who occupied the whole sofa by herself and had to turn her legs sideways.

Felix took out an empty teacup and placed it in front of the two of them. While directing the teapot to pour tea, he said, "Actually, I wanted to visit Beauxbatons a long time ago, but I heard that some details of the Tournament have not yet been finalized. , there were quite a few objections, so I didn’t leave to avoid suspicion.”

Madam Maxim said: "Every Triwizard Tournament is a big trouble, not to mention two more schools. The Ministry of Magic is not very happy..."

Felix knew that she should be talking about the French Ministry of Magic.

"At least the general direction should be determined. Is there anything difficult to choose?"

Mrs. Maxim took a sip of tea, and said casually: "The general direction is determined, but the details must not be sloppy, because if you agree to the 'unfair' rules this time, it will most likely become the practice next time .”

"Every school has its own ideas, as does every Ministry of Magic. We need to confirm all the rules before lighting the Goblet of Fire."

"Is it the unacceptable conditions put forward by the United States and Africa?" Felix asked.

He really didn't pay much attention to the progress of the Tournament, but when he went to the Fire Dragon Reserve, he heard Charlie Weasley's captain mention that Fudge made many compromises in order to spread the influence of the tournament from Europe .

"Whether the venue is determined first, or in Europe, according to the order, this time it's Hogwarts' turn," Madam Maxim said, "Ilvermorny and Waggadu can only line up at the back."

Felix nodded. He knew that the Triwizard Tournament had been held in rotation before it was suspended.

"As for the specific items of the competition, it will be decided by the Ministry of Magic where the competition is held, that is, the British Ministry of Magic, and will keep it a secret from us." She paused and snorted, "Dumbledore must know, But I believe in his character..."

"The few of our principals can participate in the decision, and those are the more subtle places, such as the number of participants, the age of the players, and details such as forbidden magic. The controversy is also here."

"for example?"

"Ilvermorny asked for an increase in the number of people. The saying is that they have four colleges, and each college must elect at least one warrior."

Felix laughed dumbfounded: "Isn't it the Goblet of Fire's job to pick the warriors? They still want to do it for them?"

Madam Maxim nodded and said, "They did have this idea, but Beauxbatons, Hogwarts and Durmstrang firmly disagreed, so they gave up."

"There is also Vagadu's self-transformation," she pursed her lips, and said with some surprise: "I only found out after I learned about it. They actually mastered the body transformation magic that is very similar to Animagus. Nearly a third of Ouagadou's students can transform into leopards and elephants, not to mention those elite students who can do more..."

"Self-transformation? I've heard of this magic, but it shouldn't disrupt the balance of the game, right?"

"That depends on how you look at it." Mrs. Maxim explained: "Some animals have advantages that humans don't have. For example, if a certain level is about speed, then the students of Vagadu will naturally have the advantage."

"But this doesn't explain anything. It can only be said that the students of Waggadu have shown their own characteristics." Felix didn't think there was any problem.

"Then do you know how much time Waggadu's students spent on this magic?" Madame Maxime asked.

"Could it be very long?" Felix guessed.

"At least three to five years of study." Mrs. Maxim said: "They enter school at the age of ten. After a year of observation, they choose the appropriate direction by themselves. Generally, they focus on two or three subjects and three or four as minors. By the senior year, they will put all their energy on the main subjects."

"For example, a little wizard, from the second grade, can get in touch with all the knowledge of self-transformation, and start to prepare and practice, and then after several years of uninterrupted practice, until he has learned it. Even those who have enough energy to learn, You can also choose the second form, the third form."

"It's really unique." Felix nodded. The principal of Waggadu should think that this is the knowledge that students must master, so he did this.It is somewhat similar to the suggestion he gave Dumbledore, but if you really want to analyze it, the difference is quite big.

"Where is the controversy?"

"If you look at it alone, there is no problem, but how about comparing Waggadu and Durmstrang? Waggadu's students participate in the competition with magic that has been practiced for several years without any restrictions, while Durmstrang But the students have to endure not being able to use the black magic they are best at, of course Karkaroff disagrees, they have lost too many times in the past, and they don't want to lose face again."

Felix understood that this was the crux of the problem. The Tournament represents honor, and the unprecedented Five-Power Tournament represents unprecedented honor. The champion is destined to be recorded in history and passed down for many years.

In the face of huge honors, every slight advantage has to be counted, let alone such a big gap, no one wants to dance in shackles.

(End of this chapter)