Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 395 My Choice
As night fell, clusters of bonfires were lit among the tents.

It was rare for so many wizards to gather together. Everyone walked out of the tent and sat around the campfire to chat.

Some are good at lobbying, such as Secretary Fudge.

Walking among the bonfires with a group of people huddled in front and back, it seems that they are close to the people, but they are actually wooing supporters.

Others, such as Crouch, are as quiet as words and deeds, and there will be no too noisy scenes around their campfires.

But from time to time, wizards passing by will come over with respect and say the last sentence:
"Your decision is correct, Director Crouch, we will fight with you."

If it was Minister Fudge, he would have brought this person with him, wishing he could repeat this sentence again in front of everyone.

But Crouch didn't, he wasn't that kind of guy.

He just pursed his lips, nodded solemnly, and replied with a moderate "thank you".

In addition to these officials, more people like Weasley would call friends and drink a little wine, but poverty does not allow them to be excessively luxurious.

But pure blood families like the Malfoy family.

Their tents are bigger, the food at the reception is richer, and the topic of discussion is more closely related to current affairs.

And there were also some people who didn't step out of their tents, such as the members of the Burner Falcon organization headed by Hermione.

"Yes, pure blood is funding us."

Hermione said firmly and loudly, there was no sign of backing down in her voice.

"We're not here to simply watch a ball game, we're here to speak out, for Muggle wizards, for ourselves, and for our future children."

Her excited words were not recognized by everyone, especially Dennis Creevey.

"But you made your own decision and disregarded our attitude." Creevey stood up and said with his thin chest out.

Hermione opened her mouth to refute, but looking at the child in front of her who sounded very similar to his brother, she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Creevey, we all know why you're uncomfortable, but the Burner has to make a choice, doesn't he?"

The rare twins didn't interrupt the joke, one of them stood up seriously and said, taking a stand, standing beside Hermione.

"That should also be decided by voting." Creevey said without showing any weakness.

"But we have already vetoed the proposal of voting. We vetoed it when most people voted. Creevey, you can't be too unreasonable." The other twin stood up and retorted.

This time it was Creevey's turn to be speechless.

Indeed, before Hermione had thought of delegating power and deciding the future of the Burner Falcon through voting.

But after everyone's discussion, it was agreed that it would be more beneficial for the Burner to let Hermione, who has a broader vision and a wider network, make the decision.

This is the result supported by the majority of people, but now that Hermione has made a choice, some people still stand up to oppose it.

Moreover, it is not just Creevy who opposes it alone, but other people also have voices of opposition.

"What if it's wrong?"

asked Geoffrey Hooper, one of the few half-bloods among the Falconers.

"I'm in charge," Hermione replied.

"How are you responsible?"

Jeffrey Hooper did not back down, "This not only involves the interests of the Burner Falcon, but also represents the large group of Muggle wizards. If in the end..."

"No ifs."

Hermione interrupted the other party's words with a sharp voice, her big eyes seemed to be watered, but she pursed her lips, swallowing all the grievances into her stomach.

"In the future we may succeed in making things better for Muggle wizards.

"But to be honest, that's not something to be proud of, because even if there is a good environment, it will definitely be much worse than those of mixed blood or even pure blood."

It is a sad indictment, one that pains the hearts of all Burner Falconers.

"In addition to the possible success, we may also get a failure, and even have to bear the ending of infamy."

Hermione paused briefly, took a deep breath, and scanned the dozens of people in the tent with deep eyes.

"I'm going to start all the mistakes, I'm going to take it all, but I'm not going to complain hysterically because that's my choice.

"I will not pretend to be free and easy, shrug my shoulders as if nothing happened, and say 'I tried my best' to comfort myself."

"What would you do?"

When Justyn Fenrieri, the Muggle wizard who almost entered Eton College, asked Hermione, sparks of excitement flickered in his eyes.

"I will see how many weights are left in my hand, and then hold them well to see if there is any chance of turning over."

Hermione clenched her fists and said in a low voice, "If I think I'm okay, if I still have strength, if I still have an unyielding heart, I will try again, work harder, and do it again. "

"What if not?"

This time it was Creevey who was asking the question. Although the tone was still not good, at least it was not as sharp as before.

"I will find a more suitable person, give him the little weight, and let him replace me to complete the unfinished mission."

When Hermione spoke, her eyes were fixed on Creevey.

Her unyielding will shot into the opponent's eyes through her eyes, making Creevey bow her head unconsciously.

"This is my choice, Burners, and this is the choice of your current leaders."

Hermione took her eyes away from him and scanned everyone again, her eyes were deeper than before, and she had more power called "courage".

"You gave me the power and I have the power to make decisions.

"So, for the last time, Falconers, I will give you a chance to vote. For this action, do you support it or oppose it?"

Hermione's sudden choice made those opponents quite surprised.

On the other hand, Justin Fenrieri raised his brows, as if he saw something different, as if... Hermione's power was being rapidly consolidated.

"support."

The twins said in unison and raised their hands at the same time.

"I support it too." Justin Fenriely followed closely behind.

More and more people expressed their support, more and more people raised their hands.

Not long after, there were already many arms in the tent, and the few who didn't raise their hands also raised their heads hesitantly.

Seeing this scene, Hermione's heart finally settled down, and as her heart settled down, an emotion called self-confidence also emerged spontaneously.

It's just that she never saw that the expression on Dennis Creevey's face, who lowered his head while raising his hand, was gradually becoming ferocious.

The boy who followed in the footsteps of his deceased brother into Hogwarts was obviously not as harmless as he appeared.

But the seeds of hatred had been planted in Dumbledore's heart as early as when he held his brother's body.

And who can really dissolve the hatred?
(End of this chapter)