Hogwarts: Oops, I'm Voldemort

Chapter 189 You must first know pain before you can understand what sharpness is (page 12)

Dumbledore felt as at home back at the Ministry of Magic.

In other words, people like him can quickly control the home court wherever they go.

Fudge's face didn't look very good. Dumbledore is like the Pope in the Middle Ages. As long as he exists, Fudge, the Minister of Magic, will always exist in name only and will not be respected!

Just like now, when Fudge proposed to hold the Quidditch World Cup as originally planned, many people present showed doubts. But as soon as Dumbledore opened his mouth, those people immediately changed their attitudes and simply did not use his magic cloth. Minister Bu takes it seriously!

Fudge really wanted to slam the table hard and tell Dumbledore loudly:

I am the Minister of Magic!

But he dared not.

How dare he openly disobey the greatest wizard?

"Look, since Albus said so, I think you won't have any other opinions." Fudge had a rich and kind expression on his face, as if he and Dumbledore were so close. Infinitely.

But he looked at Dumbledore again, with a troubled expression on his face.

"Albus, please have a seat."

He stood up on his own initiative, gave up his seat to Dumbledore, then showed a sad expression and said sincerely: "As for the Triwizard Tournament, I think - it's best to say goodbye... You know what happened to Barty Right? After he went to France, he never came back, poor old guy..."

Barty Crouch Sr. was naturally killed after Voldemort was resurrected.

Neither Voldemort nor Barty Jr. would let him go.

Dumbledore had already learned about this from Harry, but officials in the Ministry of Magic thought Crouch had died in an assassination attempt by the Death Eaters he had tried.

Although Barty Crouch Sr. was considered to be unscrupulous for power due to his trial of his own son, his current ending is inevitably disappointing. So much time has passed and even the body has not been found. For this reason, there are many Everyone feels a little sad.

"Is the Department of Magical International Affairs currently being replaced by Deputy Minister Dolores?" When Fudge said this, a middle-aged woman wearing pink pursed her lips sweetly and pretended to cough for a moment or two. It felt like there was a mouthful of disgusting thick phlegm stuck in the throat.

She immediately attracted everyone's attention. The bright colors were a bit out of place in the magical world where black, white and gray were the main colors, and it could even be said to be eye-catching!

Dumbledore glanced at her, his expression calm.

"Hello, Ms. Umbridge."

"Hello, Mr. Dumbledore." Umbridge raised her voice and spoke in an uncomfortable tone. Even Scrimgeour and others who had been working with her for a while could not help but frown. , showing a bored expression.

But Dumbledore was very self-restrained. He always smiled and looked at Umbridge affectionately.

"I'm really sorry about the Triwizard Tournament, but now, we must put safety first." Umbridge's annoying eyes flashed with malice, "So, it's best to stop it. "

"That's terrible," Dumbledore looked embarrassed. In fact, he had already thought of a countermeasure. He knew what Fudge wanted. As for Umbridge, she was just a loudspeaker for Fudge.

"Look, we proposed the Triwizard Tournament on our own initiative, and we have reached an agreement with Durmstrang and Bubbaston. They have been preparing for it for several months. If it is stopped now, Knowing what the International Federation of Wizards will think of us, I'm afraid they will think that the British Ministry of Magic has done nothing, changes orders every day, and the officials of the Ministry of Magic are incompetent..."

The faces of Fudge and Umbridge immediately lost their composure.

"But in turn, if the Triwizard Tournament is successful enough, the reputation of the Ministry of Magic will also be improved. Connelly, we all know that the performance of our team members over the years has not been so satisfactory. I think people I would like to see an exciting victory after losing the team!"

"Are you confident of winning? Even if Ilvermorny Magic School joins the Triwizard Tournament?" Fudge couldn't help but ask.

"I have always had confidence in the students of Hogwarts." Dumbledore nodded.

Fudge was obviously moved.

Compared with the Quidditch World Cup, which is held every four years, the Triwizard Tournament, which was obviously discontinued hundreds of years ago, is more eye-catching. At that time, Cornelius Fudge's name will not only leave a term of office in the history of the British wizarding world, but will also read:

Cornelius Oswald Fudge became the British Minister of Magic in 1990. During his tenure, he worked hard to revive the ancient tradition of the Triwizard Tournament and led it together with Albus Dumbledore. Hogwarts is victorious!

"Ahem, okay," Fudge nodded, "I think you have a point, Albus. But I hope Hogwarts can win."

"This is our common expectation." Dumbledore nodded. He stood up and was about to leave, but stopped when he was about to step out of the door, as if he suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, the letter said that before the World Cup starts, the Magic Congress will send people to the Ministry of Magic for negotiation and discussion. The specific time will be notified separately."

After saying this, Dumbledore really left.

At the same time, Cyrus also went to the Magical Congress of the United States to prepare for this Triwizard Tournament.

American wizards are very different from British wizards. In Britain, wizards live in isolation. Most of them live in remote countryside, and only a few live in remote towns mixed with Muggles.

Even then, they would keep Muggles away from their houses and avoid contact with Muggles.

But most wizards in the American wizarding world live in cities, and even the Magical Congress is located in the Woolworth Building.

No one knew whether those people in suits and ties, carrying briefcases at their waists and hurriedly walking into the Woolworth Building with their heads lowered, were government officials or wizards.

Cyrus did not wear a wizard robe today, but put on a light suit. He is tall and tall, and his handsome appearance makes people look at him, but his slightly arrogant look makes people afraid to approach him.

It was as if he was a sun, a ball of fire, and would only burn people if touched!

There is an endless stream of people coming and going at the entrance of the Woolworth Building, but most of them are middle-aged and elderly people in their forties, fifties or even older. Young people like Sellers are rare.

But no one seemed to think there was anything wrong with Cyrus's presence here.

It was as if he was born noble and should have been the master of power!

The door to the building is enchanted, and only wizards can enter another dimension and reach the Magical Congress.

He recited a spell, and the originally plain door turned into a door with an owl sculpture carved on it.

Of course, this magic does not work every time. Occasionally, some Muggles - known as No-Majs in the United States - will enter the Magic Congress by mistake. At this time, the wizards will give him a forgetting spell and then send him out.