I was expelled from Hogwarts?

Dumbledore's tough attitude caught Fudge off guard. He was so rebuffed that he couldn't get off the stage, so he had to say a few harsh words and angrily left the school hospital.

This unhappy conversation also meant that the two had a falling out!

Dumbledore had already expected this result. He watched Fudge leave indifferently, then looked at Snape and confirmed to him:

Severus, is Voldemort dead?

That's right... This is the first thing that needs to be determined at the moment. If the Dark Lord doesn't keep his new body warm, he will be killed by Luofu. Naturally, nothing will happen like in the past thirteen years.

But it would have been completely different if he had not died in the collapse of Westminster Abbey.

Snape held his left arm tightly with his right hand. He was silent for a moment, shook his head and said:

No...he's still alive.

Snape had never been to Westminster Abbey, nor had he exchanged information with other Death Eaters, but he knew that Voldemort... was alive.

The reason is simple. On the inside of his left forearm, there is a tattoo: a skull with a snake coming out of its mouth.

That is the Dark Mark that only Voldemort's most core followers will be branded with.

The shade of its color is related to the state of Voldemort himself.

In the thirteen years since Voldemort's death, the mark has completely faded, degenerating into a scar, but as Voldemort's power has increased, its color has deepened.

Until tonight, Voldemort resurrected, and the Dark Mark completely returned to its previous bright red color.

At this moment, the Dark Mark turned from bright red to burnt black, burning Snape fiercely at the same time.

This is the activation state of the Dark Mark. To put it simply, Voldemort presses his finger on the Dark Mark on a certain Death Eater's arm and performs a grand summoning spell on other Death Eaters.

This can fully prove that Voldemort is not dead.

Dumbledore glanced at Newt. Newt noticed his gaze and asked:

Albus, what do you need from me?

I need you to contact your brother Theseus. Dumbledore said seriously:

He served as the Director of the Auror Office and the Director of Magical Law Enforcement. Although he is now retired at home, his former subordinates were in various important positions in the Ministry of Magic. He is very influential in the Ministry of Magic.

Newt, I need Theseus to inform those people about Voldemort's resurrection and convince them to recognize the situation and not be as short-sighted as Fudge.

Okay, I'll go now. Newt nodded.

Sorry to trouble you. Dumbledore looked at Lupin again and whispered:

Remus, I want to contact those dark creatures and understand their movements.

Voldemort will definitely recruit them, and he can provide them with far more power and pleasure than the Ministry of Magic can provide!

Once he has the support of a werewolf behind him, he will quickly regain the power he had thirteen years ago!

Of course it's no problem. Lu Ping stood up, said goodbye to everyone, and quickly left the school hospital.

Hagrid, Dumbledore said, turning to Hagrid, later today I would like to have a chat with you in my office.

And - Madame Maxime - if she is willing to come too - can you go and ask her for me?

No problem, Principal, I'll go find her right away. Hagrid hurriedly ran towards the door.

When Hagrid walked out of the room, Sirius happened to rush over, and Dumbledore asked:

Sirius, how are things going with the Dursleys?

Harry's uncle and cousin are not injured, but his aunt's condition is very bad. Sirius sighed:

Her whole body is so thin that she looks like a skeleton. The therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic told me that this condition is difficult to treat, so I came to you to see if there is any way...

Voldemort was resurrected and absorbed too much of her life. Dumbledore said, looking at Rolf's hospital bed.

Fox arrived at some unknown time and was standing at the head of Rolf's bed, while Gabri was playing with him.

Following the principal's gaze, Fawkes flapped his wings slightly, left the bedside, and landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

Dumbledore stroked the beautiful golden and red feathers of the phoenix and said softly:

Fox, I need some of your blood to save Penny.

Fox blinked at him calmly.

Dumbledore pulled out his wand, created a small bottle, and scratched Fox's body. A wound soon opened, and blood oozed from it and dripped into the bottle.

Fox's blood is not the common scarlet color, but the golden color only recorded in magic books!

Rolf narrowed his eyes and looked at the precious golden blood. He had heard Newt mention it before:

The blood of three magical creatures, unicorn, phoenix and unicorn, all have the magical ability to bring the dead back to life!

Rolf used to pluck Fox's feathers, and next time he would see if he could get him to voluntarily donate some blood.

After Dumbledore corked the bottle, handed it to Sirius and said:

Give this blood to Penny and you can save her. Remember, the blood of the phoenix will burn the wizard's throat, so first freeze the blood at minus fifty degrees for half an hour.

I remember. Sirius took the glass bottle, looked at Luo Fu who was lying on the bed, and asked with concern:

Are you OK?

I'm fine. Rolf said with some embarrassment: Sirius, I have to tell you something. I blew up Westminster Abbey and destroyed your family's cemetery.

Don't worry about such trivial matters. Sirius said with a smile:

“I was removed from the family tree by my mother a long time ago, and that cemetery has nothing to do with me.

When I die, I will not be buried in the cold cemetery of the Black family. It will be good to be neighbors with Remus, James and Lily.

But my great-great-grandfather - Phineas - will definitely cause trouble for you, so be careful.

Luofu shrugged. The worst he could do was never go to the principal's office again.

At this time, footsteps came from the door again. Everyone turned and looked and found that it was Professor McGonagall.

Minerva, what's wrong? Dumbledore asked.

Professor McGonagall said softly: Professor Dumbledore, the Triwizard Tournament is over and you need to preside over it.

Is it over? Rove asked, Professor McGonagall, who won the championship?

Professor McGonagall glanced at the young man, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile:

Miss Shirley Swinton won the Triwizard Cup in the maze. Based on the total score of the three competitions, she won the Triwizard Tournament.

I knew it. Luofu smiled and said, This is really the best news I heard tonight.

Gabrielle muttered: Wrong, it's the worst news.

There is one more thing. Professor McGonagall hesitated and whispered: Otavi Akus, Director of the International Cooperation Department, is missing.

I know. There was no surprise in Dumbledore's blue eyes. He just turned around and said:

Tina, I need you to get in touch with Professor Larry Hicks, the headmaster of Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

You tell her that I hope to meet with her at the International Confederation of Wizards this summer and discuss restarting that event.

Tina nodded and said, I understand.

When Luo Fu heard this, he frowned slightly. He suddenly remembered something and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

Could it be that the activity Dumbledore wanted to restart was what he said at Nico's funeral that year? !

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