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"Triwizard Tournament...... Triwizard Tournament...... How the hell did the group convince Crouch to divert the public eye, wasn't the Quidditch World Cup enough? Dumbledore had conceded on such a thing, unbelievable. What a way to underestimate Fudge's gang......"

In a richly decorated room, a silver-gray young man paced thoughtfully in front of the window. In the center of the desk, there were several opened letters, and on the left side of the letters lay an unfinished, quaint crown, under which was pressed a densely written parchment—"Mithril, gold essence, the reverse scales of the fire dragon, the fetal hair of a unicorn, and the branches of the tree of wisdom...... The parchment contains a considerable amount of precious magical materials, many of which have names that ordinary wizards have never even heard of in their lifetimes, and if these magical materials are really converted into gold galleons, I am afraid that gold gallons can fill this room.

"Raphael. Silver shouted.

"Always ready to help you, little master. A house-elf appeared silently into the house and gave Silver a somewhat lame wizarding salute.

"Raphael, now my parents are developing the local market in South America, and I am currently in charge of the affairs of the family. The Triwizard Tournament seems to be imperative, and even if I, the Silver family, oppose it, I'm afraid it's useless. Minister Fudge is now preoccupied with something else to divert the public eye from the previous incident that had disgraced the Ministry. Look at the Daily Prophet these days! Hell, what are the things, what Chinese wizarding circles don't talk about human rights, what Palestinian Minister of Magic personally led a team to start a war with the Israeli wizarding world, what US Secretary of Magic Zhan's office love backyard fire. There is also this, the director of the health department of the Ministry of Magic of South Korea claims that long-term consumption of magic kimchi can prevent dragon plague syphilis. Has the Daily Prophet now become an international gossip newspaper?" said Silver, angrily, slamming his fist on the desk.

"Please be angry, little master, this is to be expected. Raphael said with sincere trepidation.

"Let's get the Silver family to agree to the Triwizard Tournament's proposal in the International Confederation of Wizards and the House of Magic. These bureaucrats don't have to be on the right path -- but in exchange, they have to get these things. Silver took out the parchment full of precious materials from under the crown and handed it to Raphael.

"These magic materials must be purchased at the lowest price, and let our representative tell them that the Silver family's budget for this material list is only eight thousand Galleons. ”

"Yes, little master. Raphael took the parchment and was about to leave, but Silver stopped him again.

"Wait, Raphael, help me ask Ludo Bagman for a top ticket to Quidditch World. Sue him so that the money he owes my family will be paid in two. ”

The house-elf nodded to Silver, and disappeared from the house without a sound, as he had come.

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In a dimly lit old house, a man's voice sounded, and the voice seemed timid and frightened.

"Stay a minute. Another voice said. It was a man, too—but with a strangely sharp voice, and as cold as the wind. "Move me to the fire, Wormtail. ”

"Where's Nagini?" the cold voice asked.

"I—I don't know, master. The first voice said nervously, "I think it's probably looking around the house......"

"Before we go to bed, you feed it once milk, Worm Tail. The second voice said, "I still need a meal for the night." I've been exhausted along the way. ”

"Master, may I ask how long we are going to stay here?"

"A week," said the chilling voice, "maybe longer." It's a cozy place, and the plan can't be implemented yet. It would be unwise to be hasty before the end of the Quidditch World Cup.

"Quidditch World Cup, master?" said Wormtail. "I beg your pardon, but I'm - I don't understand - why are we waiting until the World Cup is over?"

"Fool, because at this time, wizards are pouring into this country from all over the world, and the nosy guys of the Ministry of Magic are all out there, and they stand guard to watch for any unusual activity, and repeatedly check everyone's identity. They were all about safety, safety, for fear that the Muggles would notice something. So we have to wait. ”

"So, the master's determination still hasn't changed?" Wormtail asked softly.

"Of course it hasn't changed, Wormtail. There was a menacing tone in that cold voice.

There was a moment of silence - and then Wormtail spoke, his words pouring out of his mouth like a rushing river, as if he were forcing himself to finish before he lost his courage.

"It can be done without Harry Potter, master. ”

There was silence again, longer than it had just begun, and then—

"No Harry Potter?" the second voice asked softly. "I understand ......"

"Master, I don't say this because I care about the boy!" Wormtail said, his voice suddenly raised and sharpened. "I don't care about the boy, I don't care! I just think that if we use another wizard - male or female - the matter will be settled! If you allow me to leave you for a little while - you know I can disguise myself as I like - I'll be back here in two days and bring back a suitable person-"

"I can use another wizard," the cold voice said softly, "That's a good idea......

"Master, this makes sense. Wormtail said, his tone much soothed, "It's too difficult to harm Harry Potter, he's heavily protected now—"

"So you offered to find me a replacement? I guess...... Maybe you're tired of this job of serving me, aren't you, wormtail?

"Master, I-I don't mean to leave you, I don't-"

"Don't lie to me!" the second voice hissed, "I know everything, Wormtail! I disgust you. I can see you cringe at the sight of me, and I feel your whole body tremble when you touch me......"

"No, I'm loyal to my master—"

"What loyalty, you're just cowardly. If you had somewhere else to go, you wouldn't be here. Your betrayal is exposed, and your old friends are on the hunt for you - and of course the Ministry of Magic and that stupid old man Dumbledore. You're nowhere to go now!You've slipped away under the noses of the Ministry of Magic, and it's going to be a shame for those idiots, who're hunting you down right now, ready to throw you at the Dementors......"

Wormtail, who was stammering and talking incoherently, immediately fell silent. Then, the second voice spoke again, very low, like a hiss coming out of the throat.

"I use that boy for my own reasons, and I've already explained to you that I won't use anyone else's. I've been waiting for thirteen years, and it wouldn't hurt to wait a few more months. As for the tight protection the boy was undergone, I'm sure my plan would work. It takes a little courage now, Wormtail—you have to have courage, unless you want to feel Voldemort's thunder—"

"Let me say a word, master," said Wormtail, his voice tinged with panic, "I have been thinking about that plan in my head along the way—my master, the disappearance of Bertha Joakins will soon attract attention, and this time my exposure will be largely attributed to Jack Silver of the Silver family. It only takes two or three of them from the Ministry of Magic for our plan—"

"Shut up, Wormtail. The voice looked annoyed. "Jack Silver is the heir of the Silver family, how can the heir of such an ancient wizarding family be mediocre? How can the Ministry of Magic have such a figure? If the Ministry of Magic really has such a figure, then how can I spend thirteen years in peace in the Black Forest of Albania?"

"But—"

"Nothing, Wormtail, well, we seem to have an uninvited guest......"

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"Avada suo!"

A green light flashed, a whooshing sound sounded, and an old man collapsed to the ground. He was dead before he fell to the ground. Two hundred miles away, the boy named Harry Potter awoke from his dream.