[Zhongyingmei] What is your father?

The next day, a group of people quarreled in Dumbledore's office.

"You, as dragon trainers, let the dragon escape from the cage!" Ludo Bagman, director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, yelled, "This is a dragon! It almost killed a student! "

"Our protection measures are already in place!" The leader of the dragon training team was not to be outdone: "Someone used the thin vanilla that can stimulate the fire dragon's nerves to make it go crazy! We found a pile of thin vanilla ashes near the camp! Light it up, and let the smell carry the wind to our camp!"

"Who would do such a thing!" Ludo Bagman continued to roar: "That's a dragon! Who would go all out to provoke a dragon!"

Snape let out a breath through his nose, and those stupid lions of Gryffindor could probably do such a thing.

"Isn't the purpose of your current competition to anger the dragon?" The leader of the dragon training team sneered: "It's just the idea of ​​a group of 17-year-old wizards snatching the golden egg from under the eyes of the dragon. Is it a trick?"

Well, and a 14-year-old pup.Snape continued to snort coldly.

"This is the tradition of the competition!" Bagman argued: "Only those who conquer the fierce beasts such as fire dragons, giant pythons and sphinxes can take on the word of warrior."

"Okay everyone!" Dumbledore vigorously brushed up his sense of presence: "The biggest problem we are facing now is the loss of a fire dragon for the competition!"

Everyone was silent, and the leader of the dragon training group spoke out first: "You have violated our contract by letting us add a dragon halfway through. You know, it is not easy to get 5 different kinds of dragons at once. thing."

That's true, Bagman asked cautiously, "Then... can it be?"

"Impossible!" The leader of the dragon training team denied it: "We borrowed the injured dragon from the Fantastic Beasts Organization in Hungary, and we still don't know how to explain it to others!"

"The Ministry of Magic will not come forward!" Bagman immediately shirked responsibility: "This is a problem at Hogwarts."

"Isn't this event jointly organized by the Ministry of Magic and the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic?" Snape finally said, "The Ministry of Magic worked hard to grab the venue to the UK, and then threw it to Hogwarts and was about to let go Don't you care? Well, Hogwarts is now withdrawn from the competition, and you can find another place to hold it."

Bagman held his breath, and he said for a long time: "Then... that should also be shared by the three parties."

"The person who took care of the fire dragon yesterday was a temporary worker, and we have already fired him." The leader of the dragon training team immediately assumed his responsibility: "Now we hope that the Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts can provide enough treatment. Fee, cure the fire dragon as soon as possible, we can return the fire dragon to Hungary within the contract period."

"Why!" Bagman jumped again: "Your own employees are not in charge, and there are people in Hogwarts who are playing tricks, so we shouldn't let us pay for this money!"

"It's clearly written in the holding contract!" The leader of the dragon training team took out a roll of parchment and shook it: "'All the cost of the competition props will be borne by the Ministry of Magic and the Department of International Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic'." He directly said The contract was stuck on Bagman's face: "Isn't the fire dragon just a game prop!"

"And the people of Hogwarts have no reason to play tricks." Except for the group of high-energy stupid lions, Snape decided to ignore this, and he began to talk nonsense: "The Ministry of Magic did not inform any of the campus board members and In the case of the professor, he transported the fire dragon with a very high risk factor to the campus privately, which damaged many ancient trees that were thousands of years old in the forbidden forest of our school, and caused serious trauma to a student of our school. According to the contract, during the competition, , the Ministry of Magic and dragon trainers are obliged to protect the personal safety of non-participants, and not to harm the interests of non-participants, should you also be responsible for this?"

"I think the dragon training team should be responsible for all the students' injuries." Bagman threw the ball back: "No matter what, they didn't perform their duties well. The contract also said that the dragon training team is responsible for stabilizing dragons." emotions, and the dragon was not allowed to leave the restricted area before and after the game. But the dragon ran away!"

"Someone in the school burned the thin vanilla!" The team leader shouted again: "This was premeditated!"

"That's the problem with Hogwarts."

"Nobody at Hogwarts is this boring."

"The Ministry of Magic loses money!"

"It's not good for the dragon training team to take care of themselves."

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"Someone cast the Imperius Curse on Ron!" The door of the principal's office was pushed open, and Harry and Ashley broke in with a bewildered Ron: "It's not a question of dragon or dragon now, it's Someone cast the Imperius Curse on the students on campus, and tried to use the fire dragon to kill Ashley!"

"Look! It really is your problem!" The leader of the dragon training team suddenly became excited: "Our little warrior has made it very clear!"

Snape gave the two people who barged in a hard look, teammate pig!

"I think it's Voldemort's people who are playing tricks!" Harry said loudly: "Hasn't what he did at the Quidditch World Cup aroused everyone's vigilance!"

Everyone gasped (except Lao Deng), and Bagman said loudly, "The mysterious man is dead!"

"Okay!" Dumbledore slammed a teacup on the table vigorously, "Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, Miss Stark, thank you for your testimony, but you need to leave now. "

"Principal, I..." Harry still wanted to say something, Dumbledore waved his hand, and the three of them walked back to the spiral staircase as if they were stepping on a conveyor belt.

"They don't listen at all!" Harry was very angry: "Just like last time in the court of the Ministry of Magic, they felt that the students' testimony was useless!"

"So what happened?" Ron was pulled up from the bed by Ashley, who had a max anger value, and was thrown directly into the fireplace in the Gryffindor lounge. Thankfully, after a night of burning, the fireplace All the fires in the house were extinguished, otherwise it would not be as simple as rubbing ashes on his face now.He touched his nose: "Did someone really cast the Imperius Curse on me? Why me! What use am I!"

"This question is really wonderful." Ashley rolled her eyes: "Because the only ones who are close to me and Harry are you, Hermione, and Pansy, and they are too shrewd. The success rate of the spell is relatively low, so I can only choose you."

"Oh." Ron nodded repeatedly.

Harry cast a worried look at his friend, despite their recent quarrel: "The Imperius Curse doesn't do anything to the brain, does it?"

"No." Ashley replied: "His brain has no room for degeneration."

"Hey!" Ron finally realized Ashley's meaning: "I'm not as good as He..."

"So now we have to find out who cast the Imperius Curse." Ashley slapped Ron's big face away: "He must want to take advantage of the Tournament to do something!"

"It must be Voldemort!" Harry clenched his fists. "I think it was he who threw my name into the Goblet of Fire! He wanted to take the opportunity to kill me!"

Ashley gave Harry a strange look: "By the way, why did you insist on him from the beginning? Is Voldemort's shadow so big?"

"He's the Dark Lord!" Ron was still a little apprehensive when he heard the name: "Only he can have such great power."

"But he might already be dead!" Ashley spread her hands: "I saw him fall from a height of 9000 meters with my own eyes, and I'm sure he can't use Apparition, that cell can trap a god! "

Harry and Ron looked at each other for a second, and asked hesitantly, "He...he has appeared?"

"You don't know yet!" Ashley stared wide-eyed: "Aren't you his destined opponent!"

"He didn't come to see me!" Harry suddenly felt grievances: "I didn't even know he really showed up!"

"..." Ashley was silent. After a while, she said with certainty: "No matter what, he is definitely dead. Even if he didn't fall to his death, he should have starved to death!"

Back in time to a year ago, the circus toured to Pennsylvania, USA.

Voldemort, who was about to die of starvation, took out the last bottle of energy potion from his robe, raised his head and drank it.

A pair of conjoined twins in the circus walked through the glass room: "Hey, it's been so long, and he's still alive!"

"The leader said that some people may have genetic mutations in their bodies, and they can survive in the sun!"

"No wonder he was put outside to bask in the sun. Maybe he could grow a nose in such a big sun."

Voldemort has been trapped for more than a month. During this period of time, he endured humiliation and endured humiliation to survive, just to break the glass after recovering from his injuries, and kill all the dirty Muggles. But this month he did not eat at all. However, he was exposed to the sun every day, and his whole body was dizzy. Not to mention breaking the glass, he even found it difficult to stand.

But it finally came to an end.Voldemort raised his tanned right hand. The wounds on his body were almost healed, and the magic power at this moment was also very sufficient. Except for a little heatstroke and maladjustment, everything was perfect.

Just wait until the evening.He made up his mind that when the night became cooler, he would be reborn from the ashes, and this group of Muggles would be the first sacrifices on his way back.

In the evening, the circus was decorated with lights and festoons, and everyone worked hard to prepare for the show.

Voldemort was transported indoors, and he sat inside without saying a word, his magic power already brewed, and he was waiting to make a big move.

The high-profile Dark Lord decided to break the glass at the moment of his appearance, kill all the members and audience, and use blood and corpses to pave the way for him to return.

Everything went perfectly, he shattered the glass, stepped out of the cage gracefully, and firstly attacked the group leader on the stage.

The sudden change caused everyone to panic, and everyone fled in embarrassment, but the Dark Lord had already sealed all the exits. With a cruel smile on his lips, he looked coldly at everyone running around like headless chickens.

He admired the weak Muggle for a while, and felt that it was time, so he drew out his wand and aimed at the people below: "Ava..."

Emergency moment!A man with a long face and a small beard in the auditorium stretched out his hand, and a golden circle appeared out of thin air under Voldemort's feet, and he fell down with a whoosh.

After a long time, he was thrown heavily into a pile of ruins. The long-term falling dizziness, hunger, and overdraft of magic power made his eyes darken and passed out.

After Dr. Hannibal Lecter got off work, he drove back slowly alone.

He's not in a good mood recently. During this period of time, those useless police officers have been very strict. He hasn't eaten the best veal steak for almost two months.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, slammed on the brakes, stepped back a few meters, stuck his head out of the window, on top of the garbage pile in the corner, as if there was a person lying there?

He calmly looked up and looked around, it was fine, there were no surveillance cameras, and his home was right in front of him, Dr. Lecter finally smiled.

He got out of the car and carried the man into the trunk horizontally. It seemed that he had lost some weight, but the muscles were still firmer. He squeezed the man's thighs to make do with it.

Just as he was about to close the lid, streetlights spilled into the trunk, and just because of that extra glance, Lecter caught a glimpse of the man's face.

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Three minutes later, a silver car drove out of the intersection smoothly, and on the road, a strange man with no nose, dark complexion, and shriveled body was lying in the middle of the road, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.