Within days, the Daily Prophet ran a front-page headline about the attack on four Ministry of Magic officials, one of whom had been killed and three wounded, and the house-elves had seen the killer resembling Dumbledore.

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

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

For this reason, he also went to check on his father, who was sentenced to life imprisonment for murder, to make sure that he did not run away halfway, married again, and gave birth to new siblings for himself.

Thankfully, the Rogos did not have conclusive evidence yet, and Albus Dumbledore had a high prestige in the British wizarding community, so the Ministry of Magic did not rush into arrest.

But the problem is that the overwhelming negative public opinion has drowned it like a tide, and almost every once in a while, someone will break the news about some of his early black history.

All of a sudden, denouncing Dumbledore became almost the daily routine in the British wizarding world.

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

As long as you have a firm grip on the media mouthpiece, flipping whitening is simply a no-brainer.

Maybe once in a while a single piece of negative news can't shake the status of a powerful wizard like Dumbledore in people's minds, but what if it's a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand?

Lucius Malfoy had already bought up almost all of the wizarding news outlets, including the Daily Prophet, so it was as easy as eating and drinking to let a reporter like Rita Skeeter make up a little bit of the facts.

With Albus Dumbledore in the middle of negative press, the first event of the Triwizard Tournament finally began with great anticipation.

Sitting on the high place of the built stands, Zhang Cheng admired the scene of Harry Potter and the fire dragon fighting fiercely below, and commented with a smile: "It seems that he is still too tender, and he has not been able to achieve his goal until now." ”

"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 two guys in front of him. I can assure you that Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour would never have the guts to fight a dragon head-on. Draco volunteered to defend his friend.

"No, my dear student, you shouldn't set the bar so low. What are Victor Krum and Fleur Delacour? Are they more rigorously trained than you? Do you have more knowledge and spells? Obviously, no, they are no different from most of the students, and their heads are still full of naïve and stupid thoughts. If you're always in the mood for something like that, you'll never get to the real peak of magic. Zhang Cheng sneered and shook his head.

Hearing this, Draco quickly lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "Sorry to disappoint you. But I still don't understand why you think Potter can quickly subdue a fire dragon with strong magic resistance in a head-on battle?"

"Remember, being good at wielding wisdom is the mark of a strong wizard. The so-called powerful fire dragon in your eyes is still nothing more than an irrational beast to put it bluntly. If Harry had used freezing magic to lock the dragon's wings and feet in the first place, and then blinded the dragon, would he still have had as much trouble as he does now?" Zhang Cheng explained with a smirk.

Just as Malfoy was stunned in thought, the venue suddenly erupted in earth-shattering cheers.

It turned out that after a hard battle, the immortal boy finally struck a heavy blow, causing the dragon's strong heart to fall into a brief stunt, and he fell to the ground with a bang, raising the golden egg in his hand high.

There is no doubt that this extremely bloody and violent way is far more enjoyable to watch than the previous two contestants, and it is also easier to stimulate and arouse the excitement of the audience.

It is human nature to worship the strong, especially if someone has a resounding reputation and an aura of mystery in them.

"I'm sorry, Professor, I've got to congratulate Harry after missing me for a while. Zhang Qiu was the first to stand up and run quickly in the direction of the exit of the fence.

She didn't realize that her strong love for the boy was completely due to someone understanding a little trick in her mind.

And as a one-time tool, her life will reach the end before the end of this semester, becoming the seed that ignites the monstrous anger and hatred of the "savior".

Draco and a number of students followed, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the people in the stands flocked to the exit to offer compliments and blessings to Harry Potter, and a few people paid no attention to the last player to step into the arena alone, Ron.

Feeling the strong jealousy in the other party's eyes, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but show a hint of playfulness that was not easy to detect, and muttered in a low voice: "Aha! Come on, show your strength, and let me see how far you can go......"

"What are you muttering?" Hermione looked up curiously, apparently hearing something.

"No, nothing, I'm just expecting him to perform. Zhang Cheng deliberately stopped the girl's waist from behind, and replied in a very intimate and ambiguous posture to his ear.

"No! it's public!" reminded Hermione, biting her lower lip.

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

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

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

"Die!

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

Next Second......

"Whew!!!!!!!!!!"

The fire dragon let out a scream that made everyone present feel palpitations, and then fell to the ground with a thud, and precious dragon blood gushed out from the wound in his chest that he didn't know what was cut, and he couldn't stop it.

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

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

From now on, no one can despise him, and no one will ever treat him as a clown and servant by the side of the "savior......

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