The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

When Mo Bai and Harry appeared in the center of the field, cheerful drum music played, and everyone clapped and cheered for them to celebrate the birth of the champion.

But then they were confused.

Why did the two of them come back together? So who is the champion?

Of course, many of them don't care who the champion is at all.

Hermione quickly ran down from the audience and grabbed Mo Bai's hand.

Others didn't know, but she knew what Mo Bai was facing.

Although he had confidence in Mo Bai, that was Voldemort.

In the magical world, there is an existence that can stop children from crying at night.

Mo Bai smiled and held her little hand back, putting it in his hand and kneading it.

"It's okay, he's better than I thought."

Hermione chuckled and rolled her eyes at him.

"Stupid fart."

Harry next to him looked at the two men, and the fear of facing Voldemort just now was diluted.

Ah yes! Voldemort is back!

He wanted to tell everyone about it immediately, but he hesitated and looked at Mo Bai.

"Are we going to warn them that Voldemort is back?"

Mo Bai took care of Hermione's hair that was scattered because she ran over, without looking back, "Who are you warning?"

Harry didn't understand what he meant, "Of course it's the Headmaster and Minister Fudge."

"Old Deng has already known about this matter. There is no need to tell him. As for Fudge."

Mo Bai tilted his head and looked at him.

"You think they don't know?"

Harry was stunned for a moment.

"Didn't I tell you? The Daily Prophet strongly advocated my reasons."

"During this period, my 'brother' has been causing trouble everywhere in the name of Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic would have to be blind not to know about it."

"But why didn't Secretary Fudge do anything?"

Mo Bai smiled sarcastically, "Because they would rather be blind."

"He didn't dare to face Voldemort, so he could only imitate the ostrich and bury his head in the ground, pretending to be a peaceful and prosperous time."

Maybe this is why Dumbledore implemented the Triwizard Tournament so easily.

As for whether Lao Deng has thought about this aspect, who knows.

"Believe it or not, even if you tell Fudge face to face that Voldemort is back, he will definitely accuse you of talking nonsense, and maybe he will charge you with spreading terrorist information."

Harry opened his mouth with a look of disbelief on his face.

"But Voldemort is resurrected, how can Minister Fudge ignore it?"

"Don't try to understand what he thinks because you will never be as mean and selfish as he is."

Mo Bai patted his shoulder, "You are the famous Harry Potter, and you must be the one who faces Voldemort in the end."

"As for the Ministry of Magic? It's rotten..."

Only Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, looked okay, but... too weak.

It's okay to face other dark wizards, but it's not good enough to face Voldemort.

By this time, others had already come forward, and Harry saw that Fudge was actually there.

When did he come? Or was it that he was always there, but he didn't see it because he was too nervous before the game?

"Who is the champion!" Bagman squeezed in, looking at the two of them excitedly.

He seems to care about this very much.

Harry guessed that this person was probably starting a gambling game again.

He glanced at Fudge, took a step back and let Mo Bai out.

"It's Bai, he touched the trophy first."

Bagman's face turned red with excitement. He wanted to pull Mo Bai's hand up, but Mo Bai dodged it.

He didn't care and raised his hands.

"Our champion is out! He is the fourth-year wizard who belongs to Gryffindor House in Hogwarts, Mo! White!!!"

For a moment, there was a wave of sound, and the screams filled the night sky, and even the moon was hidden in the clouds.

The whole place was filled with joy, which represented the successful conclusion of a grand event.

Only a limited number of people know that after tonight, the magic world will be turned upside down.

The awards ceremony and celebration lasted for more than two hours.

Mo Bai didn't have time to rest after that, so he and Hermione dragged Harry to the principal's office.

No matter what happened today, I have to tell Dumbledore.

As for why he had to pull Harry, it was just because Mo Bai was too lazy to repeat it.

The few of them drank tea made by Mo Bai, and Harry told Dumbledore what happened tonight in detail.

When Mo Bai finally told Harry to use the Flying Curse to leave, both Hermione and Dumbledore glanced at Mo Bai.

After hearing what Harry said, Dumbledore looked at him pleasantly.

"Harry, you are very brave. Few people have the courage to face Voldemort directly."

"But Voldemort..."

"It's okay," the old man reassured him, "all you have to do now is go back and have a good sleep."

"Go back, we'll talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to do."

Mo Bai also told him.

"OK then."

Harry turned around and walked away.

After he left, Dumbledore looked at Mo Bai.

"You asked Harry to cast the spell in the end because you were afraid of scaring Tom?"

"Yes," Mo Bai shrugged, "A fourteen-year-old wizard still has enough power to cast a spell that will blow him away. How annoying would it be to scare him into hiding and playing dirty tricks?"

Dumbledore smiled, "Isn't Lucius yours?"

"Hey, you know this too?"

Mo Bai smacked his lips, he couldn't hide anything from this old guy, right?

"Just think of it as my bad taste."

He spread his hands.

"If you have time to worry about me, you might as well think about how many Horcruxes Voldemort made."

Dumbledore's expression became serious.

"Perhaps, I know someone..."

"Stop! Stop! Stop it!"

Mo Bai waved his hand, "I don't want to hear it. This is between you and Harry. I have other things to be busy with."

"what's up?"

Mo Bai took Hermione's hand and smiled slightly at her.

"Go to sea."

The end of the Triwizard Tournament marked the end of his third year at Hogwarts.

When the holidays came, he made an agreement with Hermione to go to sea again.

I don’t know what happened to the giant octopus that loves hot pot...

Of course Hermione was very happy. Too many things happened during the last trip, and he and Mo Bai even had a quarrel.

This time she just wanted to have fun with Mo Bai without anyone disturbing her.

It should be like this.

At the pier by the sea, Hermione twisted her ink-white waist with an expressionless expression.

Twist in circles.

In front of the two of them, Lucius was holding a cane, and beside him stood Draco, who was looking at the sea at a loss.

"excuse me."

Hermione smiled softly.

"It's ok."

She pulled Mo Bai over, and Mo Bai staggered calmly, following her strength and walking away.

"Why are they here?!"

"Remember the pirate we met last time, who said there was a magical ruin under the sea?"

"Lucius knows how to open the magical ruins. He leads the way."

"Oh."

Hermione reluctantly responded.

Mo Bai smiled, "Don't worry, he won't disturb us."

"What about Draco?"

Mo Bai shrugged, "If I were Lucius, I wouldn't let Draco face the Dark Lord alone without my care..."