When the sea of gold finally solidified, the entire Ministry of Magic had been covered with a smooth golden floor.

At this point, the staff of the Ministry of Magic, and the people who had gone and returned to see the results, re-entered the hall.

The platform has long since disappeared, and what people see is a huge golden dragon sculpture.

The dragon sculpture was, of course, remnants of Smaug's finite golden skin, and after the gold wrapped around Smaug's dragon scales solidified, Townsend retracted Smaug into the space of consciousness.

On the opposite side of the golden dragon sculpture is a golden statue of Dumbledore.

The two stood facing each other, as if they were still at war.

The magician and Townsend were standing at the top of the dragon sculpture.

At this time, the magician was naturally not changed by Smaug, and with the current level of Townsen's transfiguration, there was no way to quickly change Smaug from dragon form back to human form, which was just a false identity created by the ability to create illusions and stand-in paper figures.

Although Grindelwald and Voldemort already knew that the magician and the soothsayer were the same person, Townsend did not intend to give up his dual identity, and the words of these two people could not affect Townwarts, at least on the surface, as the ontological soothsayer, he still needed to continue to study in Hogwarts Castle, and the magician's plan to rule the wizarding world had just begun.

More and more people gathered in the hall, and people looked at the completely different scene in front of them with extremely frightened eyes, and looked at the Ministry of Magic in golden cloak.

Of course, when the two people standing on top of the dragon sculpture were seen, the result was already known.

Some rejoice, some fear, and many more have mixed complexions.

Townsend saw all this, and he manipulated the magician to speak.

"Gentlemen and ladies."

"As you can see, Albus Dumbledore is sadly dead."

"I'm sure this isn't what many people want to see, I've heard about Dumbledore for a long time, and I know that he is known as the greatest White Wizard of the century, and as the former Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, most of the people present were once his students."

"He is a good man, a person who contributes to the wizarding world, from beginning to end, I have no intention of harming him, I hope to be able to convince him, I want him to walk with us, but alas, he believed Grindelwald's lies and chose to stand against me."

"He thinks I'm a careerist, and my purpose has never been to create a more brilliant civilization, just to rule the wizarding world."

"It's a sad misunderstanding, but I don't want to explain it."

The magician paused and looked around at everyone.

"Anyone who really understands my mind will realize that change is never in me."

"I am just an initiator, not an executor, and even without me, the change will not stop, because the executors of the change are present, and the thousands of people who are not present, hoping to create a better future."

"No one can stop change, not even me."

"The only reason I'm here is because change requires a leader."

His voice became more and more passionate, each sentence becoming more sonorous and powerful.

"A leader strong enough to withstand the forces of opposition, a leader strong enough to never go down the wrong path, a leader who is sane enough to be indecisive even if the other party is Dumbledore."

"So, I stand here, and I vow to lead all my fellow travelers to achieve our ideals."

There were cheers in the Golden Hall, which dispelled the gloomy atmosphere caused by Dumbledore's death.

The magician watched all this quietly until everyone had finished venting their emotions, and then continued:

"Gentlemen and ladies."

"I declare that from this moment onwards I will take over the British wizarding community, and I declare that any wizard who opposes change will be my enemy."

"Who agrees, who opposes?"

The hall was silent, and even those opponents of the pure-blood family did not dare to make any more noise when they looked at the golden sculpture of Dumbledore.

Naturally, they didn't know what was happening in the illusory space, they didn't know that Voldemort was involved, and they didn't know that because the space was too small, Smaug's ability was greatly enhanced, and Dumbledore was already bent on death, so it would cause such a result.

All they knew was what they had seen, the most powerful wizard and the legendary Grindelwald teamed up to fight the magician, only to end up dying and fleeing.

The wizards couldn't think of anyone else who could stand up to the magicians.

The other party alone is enough to suppress the entire wizarding world.

"It seems that there is no objection for the time being, and it is good, and I don't want to see bloodshed."

The magician continued:

"I need you to elect a trustworthy and determined companion to be the new Minister of the British Ministry of Magic, to purge me of enemies in Britain, to unite our forces, and to gather strength to bring the tide of revolution to the whole world."

The crowd hesitated, and someone shouted, "We elect a magician!" ”

"That's right, who else but you are qualified to be Minister of Magic?"

The magician smiled and said, "The Minister of Magic is not an easy job, I don't have that much time to manage the affairs of the wizarding world, what I want to do is to drive a wave of change to the world." ”

"We are running out of time, and it will take everyone to work together to achieve our goal in three years, and it is not a rational choice to rely on me alone."

"Alright, now let's get to the election."

It wasn't until dusk that the people gathered in the Golden Hall began to disperse.

The new Minister of Magic was not anyone from the former Ministry, but a well-known scholar of Muggle social studies, presumably because the faithful did not trust the people of the former Ministry.

Of course, what the outcome will be, Townsend no longer needs to pay special attention, after today's events, in the British wizarding world, no matter who is the Minister of Magic, only himself really has the right to speak.

When the dust settled, in the twilight, only a few people remained in the hall.

Snape was one of them, standing in front of Dumbledore's golden sculpture, hiding his mood swings with a stiff expression.

When the old man actually died, Snape felt a rare sense of confusion.

He didn't know why the other party chose to believe Grindelwald's outrageous prophecy so decisively, even Snape didn't think that the magician would choose to overturn everything he had done after he had spent so much energy and really succeeded.

It makes no sense.

However, Snape believed Dumbledore, and anything the old man did would always have his own reasons.

The last thing he said to himself was to put himself in the camp he should be on.

"As a result, even the last words I said to me were for me to continue to go undercover in the magician's camp?"

Snape smiled bitterly, he didn't know what the point of continuing to go undercover, an undercover agent who was not online, even if he got information, could only be buried in his heart.

He remembered the conversation Dumbledore had with him.

"I can't stop the magician, Albus."

"But I will still find a way to save Harry Potter's life with the help of the power of magicians on the premise of completely killing Voldemort."

He glanced at the other people who were remembering Dumbledore and walked into the fireplace with a blank face.

At the same time, in the Malfoy Manor.

Grindelwald stood in front of a Death Eater with an Elder Wand in his hand.

The Death Eater had his back to him, and behind his smooth skull was a twisted, noseless face.

"You don't have a choice, Voldemort."

"The magician is just using you, he can't return the Horcrux to you, for the sake of his rule, he will eventually destroy you completely."

"If you want to save your life, you can only choose to cooperate with me."

"We're all in this together. Kill the magician. ”

Voldemort's snake-like eyes stared coldly at Grindelwald, and he spat out a hoarse voice: "The magician can't deal with me, whether it's that dragon or the magician himself, it's just taking advantage of that enclosed space." ”

"I don't need to work with anyone."

"So, are you going to run away like a lost dog in front of the magician?" Grindelwald sneered: "Even if you don't have the advantage of terrain, you can't deal with the magician, that dragon is invincible with the magician's ability." ”

"Then you can't do it." Voldemort's Way.

"So, we need an opportunity, a sophisticated plan, and a . . Assassination. Grindelwald said lightly: "If you can find a way to make the dragon and the magician unable to cooperate, then it will be easy to break each one." ”

Voldemort was silent for a moment: "What are you going to do?" ”

"Now?" Grind Wharton paused: "Let's leave England." ”

"It's completely under the control of the magicians, and we don't have a chance here."

"And we also need time, to find and study the magic to restrain the dragon, and we also need time to let the magician's guard down and create an opportunity for assassination."

"So—" Voldemort reacted, "When the time comes, you deal with the dragon, and I assassinate the magician?" ”

"That's right." Grindelwald said, "Go to the other side of the sea, where his tentacles can't reach for the time being." ”

"Magician has a lot of supporters, and he's not alone." Voldemort's Way.

"We're not alone."

Grindelwald's eyes flashed with danger.

"Doesn't magicians like to harness the power of thought? As it happens, I'm good at this too. ”

"Let the tide of change be on the other side of the sea, except that the leader is no longer a magician, but - me."

"For a more brilliant civilization!"

(End of chapter)