Hogwarts: My Dark Lord Simulator

Why is Zhang Huowang still staying at Hogwarts?

That is of course for the little wizards here. What do these old men and women have to worry about?

For a force to take shape and develop, it is not enough to rely on one person.

The talent echelon is the soul of the organization. Where in the world can there be more talents than Hogwarts?

Dumbledore smiled sinisterly: "When he comes out, if he finds out that all these little wizards have dropped out of school..."

Professor McGonagall took over: "Now that he is notorious, there must be no other magic school except Azkaban and us that is willing to accept him in a friendly manner."

Dumbledore nodded with satisfaction: "So, it's not us who should have a headache, but the Ministry of Magic and Zhang Huowang."

"Well, with great power comes great responsibility. We are all old, and it's time to enjoy happiness."

"Give opportunities to young people!"

Professor McGonagall was no longer in a hurry, she even sat down and poured herself a cup of black tea.

The bad old man and the bad old woman looked at each other and smiled, and the whole principal's office was filled with a happy atmosphere.

Two days later, at nine o'clock in the morning, the heavy snow began to stop.

Fudge walked out of the Ministry of Magic again.

This time, they were not only accompanied by thousands of elite Aurors, but also hundreds of Dementors.

The man was hiding in the ghost, setting off gusts of evil wind, and heading towards Hogwarts at full speed.

Zhang Huowang also came out of seclusion, and Dumbledore personally greeted him.

Before the Chinese teenager had time to rejoice, he was shocked by the empty castle.

He looked at the smiling Dumbledore, a little confused.

"Professor, the Quidditch Academy Cup started early? Why is there no one there?"

"Huh? Quidditch? No, no, they dropped out of school."

Dropped out of school...

Dropped out of school...

Dumbledore smiled and recounted what happened in the past three days.

"Xiao Zhang, the Ministry of Magic looks down on you..."

"Xiao Zhang, you don't want to drop out of school, and I can't bear to do it, but..."

"Xiao Zhang, the Daily Prophet said..."

"Xiao Zhang..."

The bad old man is good at fanning flames.

Zhang Huo's great joy gave rise to sadness, and in addition to the desolation in his heart, there was also anger.

Not only is the cast gone, but the plot is so skewed that even Rowling can’t fucking recognize it.

Even now, he himself has become a street rat that everyone yells at?

Also, Dumbledore’s Chinese lover?

*%*……

And just now, he was mocking Voldemort as a wimp?

Zhang Huowang was very depressed, angry, and wanted to kill someone.

At this moment, Fudge stood majestically at the gate of Hogwarts.

"Dumbledore, hand over that terrorist!"

Dumbledore heard it, and so did Zhang Huowang.

The bad old man lied that he still had diarrhea, so Zhang Huowang went out alone.

Oh, and there’s the fairy Figuro accompanying him, but he can’t be counted as a human either.

When Fudge saw the expressionless Zhang Huowang, he was happy but also a little puzzled.

"What about the kids and the professors?"

"Dumbledore is having diarrhea, and as for the other professors, they are watering the flowers."

Zhang Huowang replied expressionlessly.

Although he was very angry, he naturally had to answer the questions asked by the dying person, respecting the old and caring for the young.

Fudge was stunned for a moment, then smiled after thinking about it for a while.

In his opinion, it was obvious that Dumbledore was afraid and backed down.

And this Zhang Huowang is just a little brat.

Is he good at hitting?It's useless to hit him.

When you come out to hang out, you need to talk about the background.

Wizards are humans too, and magic is more about its strangeness than its destructive power.

Even the Death Curse can only kill one person at a time.

In the thousands of years of magic history, no wizard has been able to fight against more than twenty wizards on his own.

Voldemort is very capable of fighting, but his strongest point is his Horcruxes, which cannot be killed.

Grindelwald is also very capable, but he relies on his outstanding personal charm to lead the Holy Blood Alliance.

Even if Merlin was reincarnated, he would not be able to defeat these thousands of elite Aurors in a head-on confrontation.

Do you really think that Fudge is afraid of Dumbledore's strength?

What I'm afraid of is his influence.

At this time, Fudge didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and he smiled more and more happily.

"In that case, then come with me to Azkaban!"

"By the way, hand over your secret."

Fudge turned sideways, revealing hundreds of eyeing Dementors behind him, as well as thousands of elite Aurors who were waiting in full formation.

"Oh."

Zhang Huowang nodded in response, opened his legs expressionlessly, and talked as he walked.

"Fudge, have you ever seen a spell fall from the sky?"

Fudge was dumbfounded, and showed the warm style of a minister, saying seriously: "It is inevitable for young people to make mistakes."

"When you get to Azkaban, remember to study hard and don't read random stuff all day long."

"Reality is reality, movies are movies, there is no magic spell falling from the sky."

Zhang Huowang stopped, turned around, looked at Fu Ji's proud face, and smiled sternly.

"is it?"

"I retreated for three days. My strength soared and I also took the first step to create my own magic spell."

"I didn't want to use this trump card at first, but my friends left, which made me very angry!"

"This curse is derived from the Flying Curse. I call it..."

Fudge looked puzzled, thinking that the child was insane.

In the wizarding world's thousands of years of history, only a few people can create their own magic spells, such as Snape's Shadowless Blade.

This child is only 11 years old. Even if he is extremely talented, his research on magic will never reach the level of creating his own magic spell.

Fudge smiled and waved, signaling the two Aurors in front to come over and be responsible for escorting this ignorant child.

Zhang Huowang paused, put his hands behind his back, and chanted softly with his small mouth.

"Meteorites are coming."

As soon as the words fell, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.

But Fudge's smile froze.

Not far in front of him, thousands of Aurors and hundreds of Dementors all looked up at the sky.

Dumbledore and a dozen professors in the castle also had dull eyes.

On the Blue Star, all countries with astronomical bureaus can detect the horrific scene that follows.

Above the perennially gloomy clouds in England, a vague, translucent Chinese face appeared at some point.

Then, a little red light quietly appeared and was expanding rapidly.

In just a few seconds, half of the sky was dyed translucent.

Along with the scorching heat and the dazzling scarlet color, came a meteorite with a diameter of ten meters.

"Boom boom boom..."

The loud noise had just reached his ears, but the meteorite had already fallen on the empty field in the distance.

The huge energy is no less than that of an ordinary nuclear bomb explosion, spreading rapidly like ripples.

In just a blink of an eye, they crossed ten kilometers and knocked thousands of Aurors off their feet. Some were seriously injured and some were dying.

There were even dozens of Dementors who had no time to dodge, and were immediately driven to pieces by the power of God.

A mushroom cloud slowly rose, covering the sky with smoke and dust.

Thanks to the strong magical radiation, hundreds of ordinary animals that survived around began their journey to demonization at this time.

This scene is neither scientific nor magical!

At this moment, the emergence of humanoid nuclear bombs completely broke the balance between the wizarding world and Muggles.

In the blue-white light curtain, Zhang Huowang, who was uninjured, smiled and patted Fudge on the shoulder, his voice full of malice.

"The name Fudge doesn't sound too good. What do you think, instead of Laifu?"

Fudge nodded.