Hogwarts: My Dark Lord Simulator

Minister Laifu arrived and personally awarded the Merlin Medal to Zhang Huowang in the auditorium. Dumbledore was absent due to something else, so McGonagall presided over the ceremony.

In the British wizarding world, only wizards who have made great contributions can be awarded this medal, which represents a very high honor.

The medal is about the same size as a gold galleon, and is engraved with the pattern of Merlin's staff as well as some complicated and mysterious patterns.

When Zhang Huowang holds it in his hand, he can clearly feel the beautiful touch brought by pure gold.

The long and stinky congratulations were heard in his ears, but Zhang Huowang's attention was still busy reviewing his entanglement with Cassandra.

This beautiful girl has a very well developed figure.

Oh no, the origin is still weird.

According to Cassandra later, she was 16 years old this year, but because of her family's bloodline, she still looked like a second-year wizard.

This kind of hobbit-like blood inheritance, coupled with the weird prophecy talent of the Woley family, was originally nothing.

At most, they are just a pure-blood family deeply affected by the sea of ​​magic.

But if you include the fact that Cassandra should not have existed in this timeline, the problem becomes bigger.

All of this seems to point to the heavy and mysterious topic of fate.

Destiny, destiny is the excuse of the weak, luck is the humility of the strong.

Zhang Huowang thinks so. When he traveled through time, his destiny path did not exist, and naturally it could not be observed.

But according to the prophetic images revealed by Cassandra, it seems that every goal he sets will have a predetermined ending.

This is like if Zhang Huowang decides to eat an expired egg pancake in the morning, he will definitely have diarrhea in the evening.

It doesn’t seem like much at first glance, but everyone’s body is different.

This causal relationship completely ignores the intermediate process and the attribute of human beings.

It's as if there are scripts that are constantly taking shape based on Zhang Huowang's subjectivity, and he wants to be included in them.

"Mr. Zhang? Mr. Zhang?"

The shouts coming from his ears interrupted Zhang Huowang's contemplation.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that the little wizard and the professors were leaving. He and Minister Laifu were the only two people left in the huge auditorium.

Zhang Huowang thought. The Minister of Magic always held a high position and might be able to answer his doubts.

"Laifu, do you know anything about the Woley family?"

Laifu was stunned for a moment, then he said with a flattering smile: "The Woley family has always been mysterious, but there are several rolls of parchment stored in the Department of Mysteries, which record their secrets."

"If Mr. Zhang is curious, I will send someone immediately."

The Department of Mysteries is the most important department of the Ministry of Magic. It contains the Planet Room, Office, Death Hall, Brain Hall, Time Hall, Prophecy Hall, and the most mysterious locked room.

As for the silent man in the Affairs Department, every task he handles is also top-secret.

Although the Ministry of Magic was established only a short time ago, it has been accumulated from generation to generation. Now no one can tell how many secrets are sealed in it.

It is difficult for ordinary people to get access to the Department of Mysteries, but the Minister of Magic can easily mobilize everything.

This is the power of authority.

Zhang Huowang nodded and said seriously: "The economic base determines the superstructure."

"If the wizarding world wants to develop, Minister Laifu's support is crucial!"

Minister Laifu nodded immediately and took out a black wallet without hesitation.

"Mr. Zhang, this is my life savings, please accept it!"

"Minister Laifu is indeed unparalleled in his loyalty and bravery. It is a blessing for all wizards in the Ministry of Magic to have a minister like you!"

"This is my latest development of True Love Delayed Water. I also asked Minister Laifu to help me taste it."

"It is a gift from Mr. Zhang himself, so it is my duty to come to Fu!"

Millions of gold galleons have been accounted for.

Three years of Qing Dynasty prefect, one hundred thousand snowflakes of silver.

This means that Laifu is obsessed with power and doesn't care much about money, otherwise it will only be more.

Zhang Huowang was so happy that he personally sent the Minister of Welfare out of Hogwarts. He made an appointment to visit the Department of Mysteries in the near future before heading to his dormitory.

In the bedroom.

The three roommates all went to class, but an unexpected guest came.

Dumbledore was squatting beside Zhang Huowang's bed, burying his head in the large wooden box filled with discarded props and rummaging through it.

Zhang Huowang said in surprise: "Professor, what are you doing?"

"Ahem, Xiao Zhang, I think it's a bit messy for you. I'll help you sort it out."

Dumbledore coughed, held up a model of the Quidditch pitch, and asked.

"This model looks very exquisite. Is it useful?"

Zhang Huowang took off his shoes and said casually: "That is a magical prop. When unfolded, it will look exactly like the Quidditch World Cup pitch."

"The method of use is also very simple. Just shout three times, "Chicken, you are so beautiful."

"That's it." Dumbledore put it away calmly and said with a smile, "Then I'll requisition it."

Zhang Huowang was stunned: "Huh?"

"Oh what, you brought that meteorite and smashed the Quidditch pitch into a mess!"

"There is heavy magic radiation left there. Seven or eight of our professors spent a whole day using repair spells, but we couldn't even repair even one-fifth of it."

"The Quidditch Academy Cup is the day after tomorrow. How can we make it in time without requisitioning it?"

Zhang Huowang hesitated: "But..."

"No buts, it's settled!"

Dumbledore said decisively: "I originally asked you to help repair the stadium, but now it is no longer necessary."

Zhang Huowang said helplessly: "Okay, how is Qiluo doing now?"

Dumbledore groaned: "He said he didn't know anything, he just felt his vision went dark and he fainted."

"Then we had to let him out. Now he's working hard on the Quidditch pitch."

Zhang Huowang nodded, and a small ball of black mist appeared out of thin air in his hand: "Professor, implant this into him."

The black fog ball is unpredictable, and you can vaguely see Voldemort's ugly face in middle age.

Dumbledore was surprised: "Tom, did you actually sew the soul fragments back together?"

In this world, wizards usually have two choices after death.

One is to transform into a ghost due to obsession, wandering around the world following the behavioral trajectory of the previous life at the cost of losing one's intelligence.

The second is that the soul flew away and completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

But Voldemort is not among them. He has a Horcrux and his soul is divided into seven. Each soul has the characteristics of living and is also full of the breath of death.

Once such a soul is broken, it is extremely difficult to rebuild it, let alone only a dozen soul fragments left.

Zhang Huowang was able to do it easily, firstly, by the miraculous effect brought by the essence of magic power, and secondly, after [-]% of his subconscious mind was unblocked, he could freely enter and exit the sea of ​​consciousness, and his knowledge of the soul was also increasing day by day.

But naturally Dumbledore wouldn't talk to Dumbledore about this.

So Zhang Huowang just smiled lightly: "Everyone's physique is different."

"By the way, Professor, the Quidditch pitch has side effects..."

The bad old man rolled his eyes, said goodbye and left, walking as fast as flying.

Zhang Huowang was speechless: "I hope you won't regret it."

But it was clear that Dumbledore soon regretted it, on the day the Quidditch House Cup began.