Hogwarts: My Dark Lord Simulator

After the smoke cleared.

Zhang Huowang and the Minister of Magic Laifu had a friendly conversation for three hours in the principal's office.

Both parties reached a consensus on the Daily Prophet's random rumors, the meteorite-induced curse, and related aftermath matters.

Zhang Huowang promised that we will not be the first to use meteorites to attract spells.

The Minister of Magic Laifu believes that the increasingly decadent wizarding world needs to be reformed on the basis of peace. Whether it is black magic or white magic, good magic can benefit wizards.

Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of this century, agreed.

After the meeting, Minister Rifle returned to the Ministry of Magic immediately and held an emergency press conference.

At the press conference, Lai Fu announced his name change and severely condemned the Daily Prophet's random rumors.

Minister Rifle believes that black magic is just a weapon for some kind-hearted and determined wizards, and its negative effects are insignificant.

Zhang Huowang is the star of hope in the British wizarding world. He represents the development direction of the wizarding world and represents the fundamental interests of the vast majority of wizards. He will soon be awarded the First Class Order of Merlin.

Representatives of the pure-blooded 28 families who attended the meeting, as well as hundreds of wizard reporters present, all agreed with Minister Laifu's words after learning about the newly created spell, the Meteor Flying Curse.

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"Try harder, Figuro, have you not eaten?"

Zhang Huowang glanced at the goblin who was pressing his feet with disgust. This technique was far inferior to that of the technicians.

"Okay, Mr. Zhang."

Figuro increased his strength with a happy expression.

Zhang Huowang nodded with satisfaction and glanced at little Hermione who was in bloom.

"Grape."

Little Hermione stopped massaging her temples, picked out a green lettuce, and put it into the mouth of the boy lying on her lap.

The sour and sweet taste coming from the tip of his tongue made Zhang Huowang squint his eyes comfortably.

He reached out and rubbed the little white face above him, smiling slightly.

"Hermione, you don't want Harry and Ron to get hurt, do you?"

"Today, about the meteorite attracting a curse, you must not tell these two sleeping lazy men."

"Otherwise, they will definitely be frightened."

The little girl trembled and nodded quickly.

Zhang Huowang looked at Dumbledore again, who had a dark look on his face.

"Professor, you can ask whatever you want."

Dumbledore raised his forehead and asked, "Where did you learn these bad habits?"

Zhang Huowang bit off another green leaf and groaned: "What a bad habit, I'm just taking a rest."

"That means Laifu is too timid to bet that I can't cast the second meteorite spell."

After [-]% of his subconscious mind was unlocked, Zhang Huowang's strength has reached the top of the wizarding world.

Whether it is the Dark Lord or the White Lord, if they fight alone, they will be crushed.

But the biggest gain was the strategic spell he developed based on nuclear weapons.

However, although the meteorite curse was powerful, extremely fast, and highly accurate, it was also extremely consuming and almost completely drained his magic power.

Even at his current magic recovery speed, it would take at least half a day to replenish it.

Dumbledore looked at it carefully for a while, and after confirming that Zhang Huowang's tired expression did not seem to be fake, his expression softened and he spoke.

"Fudge just called and said that the little wizards will go back to school tomorrow."

"Also, Quirrell has been hit by my sleeping spell and hasn't woken up yet. What are you going to do with him?"

"It's not Fudge, it's Laifu."

Zhang Huowang emphasized and climbed up from Hermione's lap.

"Jie Jie Jie, don't be in a hurry." Zhang Huowang smiled evilly and picked up another grape: "Professor, what do you think of Harry?"

Hearing the name of her little friend, Hermione, who had been aggrieved just now, immediately pricked up her ears.

Dumbledore's face froze: "Harry is naturally excellent, what's your idea?"

Zhang Huowang smiled softly: "Then I'll tell you straight."

"Professor, you must also know that Voldemort's little brat will make a comeback soon."

"When I was possessed by him before, I deliberately kept some soul fragments. After processing them later, I will implant them into Quirrell."

"I will not interfere with Voldemort's follow-up matters unless necessary. You can continue to train Harry as planned."

"In exchange, how about you not having to interfere with anything I do at Hogwarts?"

Demo, I didn't intend to interfere.

Dumbledore secretly laughed in his heart, but pretended to be curious on the surface: "Yes, yes."

"But you have to tell me, what are you going to do?"

Zhang Huowang gave it away with a wicked smile: "The next thing, of course, is for greater interests."

"Oh, I forgot, this is Grindelwald's famous quote."

Dumbledore's face turned dark. The past with Grindelwald was a lingering pain point for him.

The bad old man became angry: "Let's get to the point!!!"

Zhang Huowang stood up and looked seriously into Dumbledore's eyes.

"Professor, do you think the current wizarding world is too boring?"

"Muggles' technology is advancing rapidly, and they have even developed nuclear bombs. But magic has stagnated, and Merlin has made no further achievements."

"The poor imagination of wizards has trapped them in place, and those with extraordinary talents can only look for traces of ancient wizards in an attempt to find a slim hope for magic."

"And the small number of wizards means that wizards can only coexist peacefully with Muggles. If they are not careful, there will be a war, and they will completely become rats in the sewers."

"It seems that maintaining the dominance of pure-blood wizards is indeed the best solution at the moment."

Zhang Huowang paused and looked at Dumbledore, who was frowning, with a smirk.

The latter's heart is to pull out the coolness.

This Chinese-American boy clearly possesses the potion that can transform ordinary people into wizards, but why is he so ideologically consistent with Grindelwald?

Could it be that magic is really dying?

The bad old man was silent for a long time before he spoke with difficulty: "Grindelwald's path is wrong!"

"Zhang Huowang, magic is magical, but it cannot control all mankind. Even if you hold that thing, you cannot change everything."

"Of course I know."

"Before I came, this way of ruling was the best, but..."

Zhang Huowang walked to the window and looked at the blue sky and white clouds outside the house, leisurely and fascinated.

"Professor, have you ever thought about walking in the sky purely relying on your own magic power without using levitation spells or brooms?"

"Have you ever thought about turning this castle into a floating city and being worshiped by all wizards?"

"Have you ever thought that magic actually has a broader world. You can not be restricted by the wand, you can gain immortality, and even enter the realm of gods."

"Have you ever thought about leaving this planet and going to the depths of the universe?"

"I thought about it."

Zhang Huowang's eyes were firm and he stepped out of the window.

There was no broom, no levitation spell, just high-frequency vibrations of magic power, and he stood outside the window out of thin air.

Dumbledore stood up suddenly, his eyes filled with shock.

Flying is the dream of mankind, but whether it is technology or magic, it must use tools.

Even the levitating spell only lasts briefly.

For thousands of years, no one in the wizarding world has ever been able to control the wind and fly side by side with birds by themselves.

The white clouds of the dog are unpredictable, but the boy's voice remains the same, just like the ambition he set for himself when he first came 11 years ago.

"Wizards are gods!"

"I want to build a more splendid civilization!"

"Everyone there can do magic, and everyone there can live forever!"

"There are thousands of floating cities there, and there are thousands of magic schools!"

"The wizards there walk in the deep sky, picking up the stars and the moon! All races there live in harmony, and there is no one who is high or low!"

On this day, the young man's back was extremely majestic, and Hermione's eyes were filled with stars.

On this day, Dumbledore laughed heartily, and the goblin Figuro's heart surged.