Hogwarts: Wizards Supreme

The night before leaving school, the usual decorations in the auditorium were gone.

Tonight's leaving party was not decorated in the colors of the winning house, but instead hung with black curtains.

The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were all here, sitting quietly at the table. The four long tables were gradually filled with students from various colleges, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent.

The teacher's chair was already filled with professors, and Ms. Maxim was still there. She sat next to Hagrid and whispered something to him. Karkaroff escaped and his seat was now empty.

Brian glanced at the teacher's desk and saw Snape looking at him with strange eyes, his expression somewhat gloomy and unpredictable. Brian smiled at him and then looked away.

He felt that Snape had probably received some order from Voldemort, such as monitoring Brian or something.

At this time, Dumbledore suddenly stood up, and the auditorium became silent.

"Another year," Dumbledore glanced around the Great Hall, "over."

"This year, we gained friendships from different countries and schools, and witnessed ups and downs of adventures. In the end, some people also lost their friends and lovers..." Dumbledore said.

Brian saw Blaise, who was sitting diagonally across from him, with a pale face and clenched fists, staring intently at Dumbledore. He has become a lot quieter recently, and no longer does those weird and distinctive "surprises".

"I hope everyone will stand up and raise a glass to pay tribute to Treya Clark and Christie Brand!" Dumbledore said, "They are excellent and brave people, but they are like many people more than ten years ago. Those who were persecuted by Voldemort also withered sadly... I hope you remember them, their resistance was not meaningless..."

Everyone stood up and raised their goblets. Fleur Delacour lowered her beautiful head, tears sliding down her fair cheeks, and Berisha Beasley's face was pale, but her eyes were burning.

"At the same time, let us express our blessings to Cecilia Lopez, who is still recovering in the hospital." Dumbledore said, "We would like to express our respect for the bravery, unity and wisdom shown by all warriors in the game... …”

The people in the auditorium raised their goblets high again.

After everyone sat down again, Dumbledore said: "In view of Voldemort's resurrection, the days ahead are destined to become more difficult and darker. I hope you will learn to protect yourself...In many cases, only bravery and wisdom can save you, and Not cowardice and compromise..."

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding among the wizarding world, and at this time, such connections are more important than ever."

"Every guest in this auditorium," Dumbledore's eyes swept over the faces of the students from the two houses, "as long as they are willing to come back, they will be welcome at any time. Only unity will make us strong, and we will be vulnerable if we are divided. "

"As long as we have the same goal and open our hearts, habits and language will not be obstacles."

There was applause in the Great Hall, Dumbledore sat down, and the students ate their dinner in silence.

Early the next morning, everyone packed their things and came to the crowded foyer, waiting for the carriage to take them to Hogwarts.

Beauxbatons' carriage was getting ready to set off, and Hagrid was helping Ms. Maxim put the harnesses on the two rune horses. Fleur stood nearby waving to them, her silver hair rippling like waves in the sunlight.

Durmstrang's big ship rocked gently, and the students lined up to get on the ship. Krum said something to Hermione, and then hurried aboard.

There was no cloud in the sky, and Brian and the others finally found an empty box and sat in it.

They chatted about random things, as if Voldemort's shadow did not exist.

There was a copy of the Daily Prophet on the table, and the headline on the front page read: Multiple people escaped from Azkaband, and the Ministry of Magic acknowledged the return of the mysterious man.

"The Ministry of Magic announced a large-scale prison break from Azkaban last night. Minister Cornelius Fudge issued a statement confirming that more than a dozen notorious Death Eaters who were sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban escaped last night... "

"When talk of the return of the person who must not even be mentioned is rampant, people have to connect the two things..."

"In the interview last night, Minister Fudge finally revealed the truth..."

"'I must state with great regret that the wizard who calls himself the Demon King...may have indeed resurrected from the dead..." Fudge looked very tired when facing reporters, "We have been searching for evidence to confirm the authenticity of this matter. ...Well, you know, if we just believe this without investigation, that would be the biggest irresponsibility...' Fudge said."

"'However, after our full investigation, we did find clues that confirmed the authenticity of this rumor." Fudge said, "We strongly appeal to the wizarding community to be vigilant. The Ministry of Magic is publishing a guide to home and personal defense, which will be released next month. Sent to all wizarding families for free every month...'"

"'We will take a series of security measures to ensure that the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry return to school safely this fall." Fudge announced, "And we have developed a strict security plan, and the Auror Office will strengthen the black The hunt for wizards...'"

"Although it was expected, the Ministry of Magic's statement still caused trouble and panic in the wizarding world... Minister Fudge called on everyone to unite to fight the difficulties in the next difficult period..."

"It's really hammered, tsk tsk." Draco glanced at the newspaper and narrowed his light gray eyes.

"Yes, but this is not a good thing... Although it makes people vigilant, it will also make the Dark Lord unscrupulous... and expose everything to the bright side." Brian said.

Daphne couldn't help but squeeze the cat in her arms. The white cat screamed, escaped from her arms, and lay on Ofer's body.

The train took them south. The wind and sun were beautiful and cloudless along the way, and the wilderness was full of life.

Draco couldn't sit still in the carriage and slipped out to wander around. Brian is teaching Daphne the spell. She has been working very hard recently and put a lot of thought into the spell.

Soon, Draco returned to the box, looking a little angry.

"No wonder I haven't seen reports on Rita Skeeter recently..." Draco said dissatisfiedly, "She promised me to write ten articles about Potter, but she was stupidly caught by Granger. Locked in a bottle..."

"Fortunately, I left quickly. I think Potter and the others just wanted to curse me." Draco narrowed his eyes and said, "Brian, do you want to come with me and teach him a lesson?"

Daphne glared at Draco and said, "You'd better calm down, Draco."

"Okay..." Draco muttered dissatisfiedly and closed the box door.

"By the way, how did you find out that Rita Skeeter would turn into a beetle?" Astoria asked curiously.

Draco sat back in his seat, his expression becoming triumphant again: "That's all thanks to Brian..."

"Me?" Brian raised his eyebrows.

"Yeah, a few days ago I thought you were always attracting bugs... beetles or something." Draco looked at Brian, "In the dormitory, on your pillow... and where you sat after class. On...I found it several times.”

"Did you come up with some potion to attract beetles?" Draco asked.

"No." Brian's face turned a little gloomy.

"That's a pity." Draco said slowly, "Out of curiosity, I caught one outside the window... I originally wanted to try casting a few spells on it, but it turned out to be begging me for mercy... You know, real beetles aren't that smart."

He shrugged, said no more, and turned to tell Astoria a story.

Brian shook his head. If Draco had told him about this earlier, maybe the maze wouldn't have ended like that.

But fate is unpredictable. Who would have thought that a trivial thing could affect the life and death of several people?

The more Brian learned about it, the more curious and awe he became about fate.

He glanced at the system panel and found that he had now accumulated 6.8 witness points, 4 from witnessing and participating in Voldemort's resurrection event, and 2 from the year-end banquet.

He has less and less need for witness points, and the future is destined to be different.

However, Brian now has the strength to face all challenges.

The train roared forward, and birds started flying in the woods outside the window.

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