Elemental Wizard of Hogwarts

With the flash of thunder on the playing field, the originally arrogant fire dragon in the sky was like a kite with its string broken, letting out a mournful cry and falling down.

Fortunately, the venue was wide enough, and the falling fire dragon accurately hit the competition venue, smashing the golden egg that was the symbol of victory in the Ciel competition to pieces.

But neither Ciel nor Dumbledore had the time to care about the golden egg that had been turned into powder by the dead fire dragon.

Dumbledore appeared next to Ciel accompanied by flames, and very vigilantly raised his wand and led Ciel to the fire dragon. At this time, the Chinese Fireball Dragon also changed.

The originally mutated pitch-black appearance began to slowly gather toward the fire dragon's head like a tide. The black fire dragon retreated, revealing the tattered red skin that originally belonged to the fire dragon itself.

The sudden change made both Dumbledore and Ciel nervous for a while, and Ciel's body even began to explode with a crackling sound belonging to thunder.

Fortunately, the fire dragon that fell to the ground seemed to have completely lost its breath. When the black skin retreated to the head of the fire dragon, it seemed to have lost its life and slowly stopped.

All that was left was a dark faucet with a rotten smell, and a tattered body that looked like a fire dragon that had been dead for 50 years.

Ciel was still a little worried about whether there were any curses or unknown spells on this thing, so he immediately grabbed Dumbledore, who wanted to check it out a thousand times.

Dumbledore, who was being pulled, immediately understood what Ciel meant. After smiling at Ciel behind him, he gave Ciel a look that said, "I'll do the work, you can rest assured." Then he slowly got closer and lost it. The fire dragon whose breath does not move.

As for Charles himself, he stood there for a long time not knowing how to react because of Lao Deng's look of reassurance that I was going to do something just now.

Fortunately, Ciel's state of suspicion in life did not last long, and Dumbledore did not notice Ciel's thoughts behind it. He walked to the corpse of the fire dragon and began to recite the spell continuously.

After a while, a ball of liquid exuding a black aura was pulled out from the fire dragon's head under the control of Dumbledore's wand and floated in the air.

Dumbledore casually conjured up a transparent glass jar and put the slimy-looking thing that exuded black gas into it. Then he slowly took it into his hand and raised it to his eyes for closer observation.

Charles also discovered what Dumbledore seemed to have discovered. He quickly walked up to Dumbledore and saw that his teacher was observing a dark thing that looked like tracheal secretions. He felt a little sick for a moment.

But Charles couldn't control his curiosity, so he suppressed his nausea and looked at Dumbledore, who was standing by and seemed to be observing with some fascination, and asked.

"Teacher, what on earth is this?"

After observing for a while, Dumbledore cast a few more spells on the jar with his wand, then put away the wand and the jar together, and looked at Ciel with a serious expression.

"I don't know, Ciel, I don't know what this is, but it seems like this thing is a mixture of curses, black magic, exquisite craftsmanship, and a very strong smell of the undead. I think that one has been targeting you behind your back. People must have paid a huge price for this thing.”

Listening to Dumbledore's words, Charles's face gradually turned black, "That means this is the first time this thing has appeared in the wizarding world? Voldemort?"

Listening to Ciel's gritted questions, Dumbledore felt a little amused and looked at Ciel with a hint of ridicule, "No, Ciel, you think too highly of Tom. Although the aura of the undead remains in it is the same as that of Tom." Tom is very similar, but Tom alone cannot do such a profound thing, after all, he spent almost all his time on fame and fortune."

Listening to Dumbledore's teasing about Voldemort, Ciel just nodded and said nothing. In fact, even if Dumbledore said this, Ciel still had some thoughts in his heart.

Although Charles considers himself not a perfect person, there is no one but Voldemort who wants Charles' life so desperately, even to the extent of twice acting openly and openly in a competition venue that attracts the attention of the whole world.

As for where this thing came from, Ciel himself didn't know. Just like Dumbledore said, Voldemort alone would never be able to make this thing. The only possibility is the gang of goblins.

But considering the necromancy involved, Charles felt that even if the goblins were crazy, they would not be able to come up with the idea of ​​​​necromancy like Voldemort. Everything is good, although the process may be beautiful, but the final fate is extremely miserable, bar none.

Wizards thousands of years ago have understood that the soul is the domain of Death, and the consequences of wantonly snatching things from Death are self-evident.

Of course, it’s not that there are people who don’t believe in evil. There will always be some people who are thirsty for power but are abandoned by the elements. At the same time, they are confident that they can definitely defeat the God of Death. Those who step into this taboo realm resolutely with their own arrogance are like For example, classmate Tom Riddle.

Just when Ciel wanted to continue discussing with Dumbledore who was behind the creation of this thing, some people riding broomsticks suddenly appeared in the sky on the originally empty playing field.

The sudden change shocked Ciel. Before Ciel could react, Dumbledore suddenly put a hand on Ciel's shoulder and looked at the leader who was riding on a broom in mid-air. Man, said loudly.

"Long time no see, Rufus Scrimgeour."

Listening to Dumbledore's voice, the people flying in the sky slowly landed in front of Charles and Dumbledore. The leader, Rufus Scrimgeour, walked up to Dumbledore and faced him reluctantly. Dumbledore smiled.

"Long time no see, Dumbledore. I rushed over with the Aurors as soon as I received Fudge's letter, but it seems that you have calmed down the commotion."

Dumbledore nodded expressionlessly, looked at Rufus Scrimgeour standing in front of him, and then continued, "I think so, where is Fudge? I think it's time for Fudge and I to talk. Let’s talk.”

Listening to Dumbledore's unkind words, a rare genuine smile appeared on Rufus Scrimgeour's face, which then turned into a trace of disdain.

"On the way. You know, you are not allowed to disapparate within Hogwarts."