Spellcasting Heavens

Within days, the Daily Prophet had a front-page headline with the bombshell news that four Ministry of Magic officials had been attacked, one dead and three wounded, with the house-elves seeing a murderer resembling Dumbledore.

This news not only overshadowed the Savior's participation in the Triwizard Tournament, but also made the headmaster, who was in the dark, feel a biting chill.

Especially the old man with the mask in the newspaper, in terms of height, size, pace, full hair and long beard, he is almost exactly the same as him.

To this end, he also went to check on his father, who was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder, and confirmed that he did not escape halfway, married and gave birth to new brothers and sisters.

Fortunately, the Roo's have not yet mastered conclusive evidence, and Albus Dumbledore has a very high prestige in the British wizarding world, so the Ministry of Magic did not rashly take arrests.

But the problem is that the overwhelming negative public opinion has submerged him like a tide, and almost every once in a while, someone will reveal some of his dark history in his early years.

For a while, condemning Dumbledore became almost a daily routine in the British wizarding world.

Although at the beginning, many people didn't care too much, but Zhang Cheng, who was hiding behind the scenes to control everything, knew that a lie repeated a thousand times was the truth.

As long as you have a firm grip on the media mouthpieces, upside-down whitening can't be easier.

Maybe an occasional piece of negative news can't shake the status of a powerful wizard like Dumbledore in people's minds, but what about a hundred, a thousand, or 10,000?

For this day to come, Lucius Malfoy has already acquired almost most of the news media in the magical world, including the Daily Prophet, so let reporters like Rita Skeeter make up and distort the facts a little. , it's as easy as eating and drinking.

As Albus Dumbledore was devastated by negative news and unable to extricate himself, the first project of the Triwizard Tournament finally began with much anticipation.

Sitting high on the set up stand, Zhang Cheng admired the picture of Harry Potter and the fire dragon fiercely fighting below with great interest, and commented with a smile: It seems that he is still too tender, and he has not been able to handle it until now. own goals.

Teacher, I don't understand what you mean. In my opinion, Potter has done a good job, at least a hundred times better than the previous two guys. I can guarantee that Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour has absolutely no guts to fight a dragon head-on. Draco took the initiative to defend his friend.

Okay? No,

My dear student, you should not set the bar so low. What are Victor Klum and Fleur Delacour? Do they have the more rigorous training you've received? Do you have more knowledge and spells? Obviously, no, they are no different from most students, still full of naive and stupid ideas. If you always compare yourself to a guy like that, you'll never be able to reach the true peak of magic. Zhang Cheng sneered and shook his head.

Hearing this, Draco hurriedly lowered his head and admitted his mistake: Sorry for disappointing you. But I still don't understand why you think Potter can quickly subdue a magic resistance pole in frontal combat. What about the strong fire dragon?

Remember, being smart is the hallmark of a strong wizard. What you call a powerful fire dragon is still just a beast with no sense. If Harry started using freezing magic to lock the dragon's wings and feet, Then stab Long in the eyes again, will he still be as difficult as it is now? Zhang Cheng explained with a half-smile but not a smile.

Just as Malfoy was stunned in thought, there was a sudden burst of cheers in the venue.

It turned out that after a hard fight, the boy who survived the disaster finally hit a heavy blow, causing Long Qiang's heart to stop for a while, and fell to the ground with a bang, holding up the golden egg in his hand.

There is no doubt that this kind of extreme blood and violence is far more entertaining than the previous two players, and it is easier to stimulate and arouse the excitement of the audience.

It is human nature to worship the strong, especially someone who already has a resounding reputation and a mysterious aura.

I'm sorry, Professor, excuse me for a while, I have to go and congratulate Harry. Zhang Qiu was the first to stand up and quickly ran towards the exit of the fence.

She didn't realize at all that her strong admiration for the boy was completely understood by someone in her mind.

And as a one-time tool, her life will come to an end before the end of this semester, becoming the seed that ignites the wrath and hatred of the Savior.

Draco and many students followed closely. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the people in the stands rushed to the exit position, offering compliments and blessings to Harry Potter. There were simply a few people who ignored the last step into the arena alone. Player - Ron.

Feeling the intense jealousy in the other's eyes, Zhang Cheng couldn't help revealing a hint of playfulness that was not easy to detect. He lowered his voice and muttered to himself: Aha! The good show is finally going to be staged. Come on, show your strength, let me See how far you can do it...

What are you muttering? Hermione raised her head curiously, apparently hearing something.

No, it's nothing, I'm just looking forward to his performance. Zhang Cheng deliberately stopped the girl's waist from behind and replied with a very intimate and ambiguous gesture to his ear.

Don't! This is a public place! Hermione's face turned red and she reminded while biting her lower lip.

Don't worry, everyone's attention is drawn to Harry now, and no one will notice us at all. Zhang Cheng comforted softly, and made some small gestures that were not obvious but could be seen in private.

Because he had noticed that Ron's eyes, which had begun to turn yellow, were constantly glancing at the audience, towards where he and the girl were.

Under the domination of strong negative emotions, the boy finally reached a critical state in just a few seconds, and the right hand under the black robe began to mutate, rushing towards the fire dragon that kept roaring like a madman.

Go to hell! Chops!

With an angry roar, his entire body staggered past the dragon at a speed that was almost indistinguishable to the naked eye.

next second...

Ow!!!!!!!!!!!!

The fire dragon let out a scream that made everyone present feel palpitations, and then fell to the ground with a thud.

Before the staff could react to what happened, the poor dragon swallowed his last breath.

Standing next to the corpse, Ron raised his head slightly, letting the bright red blood spill on his body and face, as if to announce his rebirth to the world.

From now on, no one can despise him again, and no one will treat him as a clown and servant beside the Savior...