Chapter Ninety-One: Sacrificing Yourself to Achieve Others...
It is not surprising that Professor Snape suddenly came to his senses, although the phrase beating the water dogs is not directly said in the West, but everyone has a similar operation in execution.
Although it is a bit unkind to say this, but to be reasonable, in the current state of Voldemort being hung up and beaten by Harry, let alone Professor Snape, who has a deep hatred for Voldemort, even ordinary adventure wizards have the desire to do it.
Those explorers have been busy for a long time, one is fame and the other is money, why can Harry become a textbook figure in the wizarding world?
Isn't it true that Voldemort, who everyone couldn't kill back then, was made disappear by Harry?
Taking advantage of Voldemort's weakness to kill Voldemort, isn't it the level of fame and fortune at that time?
At that time, not only will there be a lot of gold gallons who will be soft-handed, but they may also receive a lot of fan letters or something, which is not much better than risking your life to dig up ruins and make commissions?
Anyway, there is a danger to life, where to risk is not a risk!
Even if you have a name, it's better than digging ruins and being called a tomb robber, at least it's still Voldemort's challenger, isn't it?
Of course, such emotions are only limited to adventurers - Voldemort's name is not willing to mention even after he disappeared eleven years later, Hagrid, who came to pick up Harry, is not afraid of anything, and if the news of Voldemort's return is really released, then the entire wizarding world will be equivalent to a nuclear bomb thrown in, even if the Ministry of Magic repeatedly explains that Voldemort is weak.
This is why Voldemort dared to summon the Death Eaters again with the Death Eater Mark after his normal resurrection to announce that he had returned, because apart from Dumbledore, Voldemort could really point to the Ministry of Magic - no, the nose of the entire wizarding world to be precise, and say that sentence loudly and as he pleased.
"I'm not targeting anyone, I mean, everyone in this room, except for Dumbledore at Hogwarts, is spicy chicken. ”
He's proud—hold it and read it.
However, unfortunately, after talking about this, he wanted to kill Harry and tell the others about the diagonal street in London to inquire about who his father was, but unfortunately, in front of the not very loyal Death Eaters, not only did he not kill Harry, but he was also made unable to move, so he could only watch Harry pretend to be forced and run, and also took Cedric's body with him along the way.
And now, it's even worse - due to Allen's intervention, Voldemort's classmates didn't even pretend that I came back at the beginning, and was hung up and beaten by Harry, not to mention, and had to run away in disgrace, and at the moment he was still facing Dumbledore's pursuit, and in the days to come, he was hung up and beaten with his most loyal servants...
Well, plus the worm tail that has been hung up is just enough to get together five people, and I can't blame anyone - the Internet café has sat in five consecutive seats, and it has never won...
Anyway, Alan has enough confidence to say this cool thing at the moment, especially the kind that he just perfectly tied such a layer of iron ropes to Voldemort's body, strangulating people's necks tightly, leaving no way to live.
"It's a pity, that fool wouldn't believe Harry, or it would have been easier for us to deal with Downlandlord now—he'd be scared by the name Voldemort!" Sirius grumbled indignantly.
"Relax, Sirius, it's not your fault, and we could have done well without Fudge, and the good thing now is that we didn't fall out directly with the Ministry of Magic, otherwise it would have been too difficult to monitor the flow of those herbs right now. Moreover, it is a good thing that Fudge did not carry out those measures - if Voldemort's existence is leaked, I am afraid that the precious healing herbs and other things in the market will be sold out, and then our monitoring will become a big problem, and Voldemort will have a lot more targets. Dumbledore said reassuring Sirius.
"That idiot did a good thing—" Sirius shrugged his shoulders and replied nonchalantly.
His current identity is not a fugitive, but the heir of the Black family, and it is okay to give Fudge some face when they meet, and his attitude in private is not much better.
"And what about the students?" Professor McGonagall asked, ignoring Sirius's words, toward Dumbledore.
"Has the riot stopped?"
"It's stable, the visiting students are now back in their camps, and although there are complaints about the sudden interruption of the dance, there are no major problems now. ”
"Thank you, Minerva, now let the students take off the guard, Hogwarts is safe now, Voldemort is a cautious man, he will never risk approaching Hogwarts until the problem is fully dealt with, according to Allen's proposal just now, it is better to block the news now, if there is any disturbance, I think our plans will be completely disrupted." ”
"You mean to block all the news, Dumbledore?"
"I'm afraid I have to say yes, even though half an hour ago I was almost arguing with Fudge about it, and now I have to give up telling people the truth because we have more important things to do. ”
Shaking his head slightly, Dumbledore added, "It's actually quite good - what happened is already several times better than I expected, compared to the current weakness of the Downlander, the trouble caused by Fudge is only a small price, I think I can gladly accept it." ”
"And how do you explain Harry's disappearance?"
"Let's just say that he was attacked by the rediscovered Wormtail, and then the Wormtail has chosen to end his life in despair, and this matter has passed. ”
"Okay, then I'm going to inform the other three principals and pass the news on to them - and the Triwizard Tournament is going to continue?"
Triwizard Tournament?
Alan and Harry looked at each other - well, what about this race?
By the way, it's the Triwizard Tournament ball.
Harry suddenly remembered something important: "God, I forgot, how is Autumn!"
"Zhang Qiu is in the hospital now, she is just under the spell of a coma, rest assured. Professor McGonagall replied with a rare expression that was not too serious—she was in a better mood after learning that Harry had beaten Voldemort today, and she didn't know if it was because Voldemort's horror had completely disappeared in her memory, or because she felt that the students of her house had done something great all at once.
In short, the horror that Tom has worked so hard to accumulate for many years is completely destroyed today, just like Yue Lun sacrificed his own robbery...