Volume 5: The Burning Golden Flame Chapter 410: You, Voldemort
Paris, France.
Less than a year later, the wizards of Wizarding Horizon surrounded the French Ministry of Magic again.
Compared with last year, they were better prepared this time and their momentum was even greater. After all, they had been operating in the French wizarding world for almost a whole year, and social order had been restored to normal. After the Muggle wizards had lost their freedom and power and now had them back, they would naturally cherish them more than before.
It is precisely because of this that they are so obsessed with completely liberating the entire territory of France and completely eradicating the so-called pure-blood theory from French soil.
It was only because of the blood oath between Dumbledore and Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament that they were able to take a break.
But this time, Dumbledore came back from England in person and once again announced the actions to be taken today.
Except for the Order of the Phoenix led by Dumbledore, people from other forces in the wizarding world were shocked by Dumbledore's actions.
"Why do you want to throw away the blood oath? Isn't Jon Green in a great advantage now, and is playing the third game in Hogwarts Castle? As long as we win the championship, we can win without a fight. Is this why you were willing to make this blood oath with the Dark Lord? Or do you actually have no confidence in your student? You think he will definitely lose today's game, so you want to break the blood oath in advance and completely occupy Paris?"
As the acting Minister of the French Ministry of Magic in the wizarding world, Javier Iniesta did not understand Dumbledore's decision at all and expressed his doubts without hiding his doubts.
Dumbledore just said calmly.
"It's not that I don't have confidence in Jon. It's precisely because I have full confidence in Jon and believe that he can definitely win the championship that I want to surround Paris in advance."
Iniesta is not a fool, he can understand the hidden meaning of Dumbledore's words .
"What do you mean? You think the Dark Lord will break the Blood Oath after we win the Triwizard Tournament."
Dumbledore didn't give a definite answer;
"It's possible, but I think he might find other ways to circumvent the consequences, or he might make up for it somewhere else. I've dealt with him for a long time, Javier. Before he occupied Britain, it was hard to guess what he was thinking because he was crazy. But after he became the master of Britain, everything he did and all the decisions he made were definitely not just for success."
"Since he proposed this Triwizard Tournament, it means he has already thought about the choices he will face in the two situations of winning and losing this game. I can't guess what his choice is for the time being, but one thing is certain. We can't completely give up the war just to win without fighting. Instead, we must be prepared to fight at any time. Just like now, when the third game is in progress, we will surround Paris and wait until the final result of the game announces John's victory, and then immediately enter the Ministry of Magic."
Javier had no objection to Dumbledore's decision, but he still couldn't help asking.
"I know you trust him very much, and I certainly have the utmost trust in him, but what if, I mean what if, Jon Green loses in the end?"
Dumbledore's eyes were deep. He was silent for a long time and finally answered Javier's question.
"If that happens, you take everyone else who wants to leave and leave France, and retreat to the territory of the Nordic Witch Party. I will stay here."
Javier seemed to have guessed what Dumbledore would do if such a situation really happened. He did not say anything, but quietly signed his name on the mobilization order for all wizards on the Wizarding Horizon.
So, on the afternoon of the day when the third game was taking place, the French Ministry of Magic in the center of Paris was surrounded again.
Selwyn and Rookwood, two Death Eaters left behind by Voldemort in Paris, stood guard in front of the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic with grim expressions.
Dumbledore and his men from the Wizarding World stopped in front of the French Ministry of Magic's tie bar. Everyone held a wand in their hands, and everyone had an Shield Charm cast on their body, which put an extremely great pressure on the Death Eaters who were left here, whose number was less than one-tenth of theirs.
"What do you mean? The Triwizard Tournament hasn't even ended yet, and France is still under the protection of the blood oath. Do you want to break the oath sworn in blood?"
Selwyn's questioning was obviously a bit timid. He didn't dare to bet whether Dumbledore had the courage to break the blood oath, nor was he sure what changes had taken place in Hogwarts Castle. Was it possible that Jon Green had won the game, but the Wizarding World blocked the news and wanted to catch them all in one fell swoop?
Dumbledore did not say anything, nor did he intend to answer Selwyn. He just looked towards the deepest part of the French Ministry of Magic, where a man wearing a black stand-up collar robe and holding a wand in his hand was slowly walking towards them.
Behind Dumbledore, the wizards on the Wizarding Horizon couldn't help but hold their breath after seeing the man's face, and Selwyn and his group also noticed Dumbledore's gaze, and when they looked back, everyone's face showed an expression of ecstasy.
" Owner!"
Voldemort did not respond to their calls, but just looked at Dumbledore with a cold and hideous smile on his face.
"Dumbledore, long time no see."
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Jon certainly didn't kill Emile.
It's not that I'm afraid of violating the rules of the Triwizard Tournament, or that I'm out of compassion.
The competition has reached this point. The Lestrange father and son have made it clear that they want to kill Jon in this castle. Even if it is found that Jon has used the killing curse and killed the participating warriors, no one will or dares to raise any objections as long as he can win the final game.
But John actually doesn't have that much murderous intent. Emile can't escape, and according to the rules of the blood oath, Voldemort will lose the castle in the end, not to mention this abandoned child whose entire family has been killed by John.
Since he can choose to kill or not, John generally won't kill him. If it really comes to punishment, wouldn't it be more painful to keep him alive than to kill him directly?
As for revenge, if John was really afraid of this, he would have committed suicide long ago. Now, the people who want to kill him can probably line up from the British Ministry of Magic to Diagon Alley.
Just when Jon had completely cleared all obstacles in the castle and the only thing standing between him and the Triwizard Cup was the wooden door, a figure cautiously poking his head out in front of the library door caught his attention.
When he saw Draco, there was no change on John's face, instead he smiled.
It's just that smiling face with squinting eyes that covers up the golden pupils. People who are familiar with Jon would think that he is very friendly, but people who are not familiar with him would just feel cold all over.
For example, Draco now.
He hurriedly stood out from behind the door and raised his empty hands to indicate that he had no intention of resisting Jon.
"I have no intention of dealing with you! G, Green, you know that. I just heard some noise coming from the auditorium after entering the castle, so I came over to take a look. I will definitely not compete with you for the championship!"
"What are you afraid of?"
Jon said nonchalantly. He didn't seem to be on guard against Draco at all. He just walked to the innermost wooden door of the restricted area with his back to him.
This door really didn't look like anything interesting from the outside. Compared to Emile, Jon was more familiar with the current Hogwarts Castle. He saw the bronze eagle-shaped knocker on the wooden door.
Perhaps many people have forgotten this thing in this era, but Jon, who still remembers the original work, will never forget it.
This knocker was the gate knocker of the Ravenclaw common room when Hogwarts was still composed of four colleges. Only those who could answer its question could enter.
Seeing that John had no intention of doing anything to him, Draco also walked into the auditorium tremblingly. He saw Emil lying on the ground, and the broken and collapsed bookshelves and tables and chairs around him. Finally, he came to the restricted book area. At the same time, he didn't know whether to show that he had no intention of competing for the Triwizard Cup or because he was afraid, he didn't get too close to John, but stopped five meters away.
"May I know what you will do with students like me if you win this game?"
Jon was looking down at the eagle door knocker, trying to trigger it to speak a riddle.
"How should we deal with you? Do you think you will fall into our hands? Even without Hogwarts Castle, your headmaster will not give up on pure-blood students like you. Your parents are his pillars of support, so unless you are doomed to fail, this kind of thing will not happen recently."
Draco gritted his teeth, not knowing what he was hesitating about, and then asked.
"If the principal loses, how will you treat the pure-blood students?"
Jon finally figured out the principle of the eagle-shaped door knocker. It seemed like someone had modified it and it no longer had the effect of making people guess. Instead, it was controlled by a specific command, that is, only by giving a specific command could it open the door.
This was obviously designed by the referee team. They may have left clues somewhere else in the castle so that the participating warriors can find out what the password is by themselves.
But Jon obviously no longer had the idea of guessing the riddle. He simply took out his ring and absorbed the magic power on the door knocker, solving the problem with the most fundamental means.
Just as the wooden door creaked open, Jon answered Draco's question.
"According to the more mature practice we have studied in France, adult students are responsible for any mistakes they make, just like normal pure-blood wizards. Even those who have not made any mistakes will be arranged for further education and labor compensation. Regardless of their position, these people are equivalent to reaping the dividends of the pure-blood oppression of the muck. As for people like you, you also know what kind of role your father played under the Dark Lord. To be honest with you, your parents will definitely die. This is why I refused to cooperate with him at the time. If you have done something wrong, it does not mean that you will not be held responsible for the mistakes you have made . Of course, you are not guilty of the death penalty, but you will also have to pay other prices."
There was not much space behind the wooden door, but the Triple Crown Cup was placed prominently in such a room.
Jon saw it, and of course Draco saw it too.
However, neither Jon nor Draco focused their attention on the trophy at first. Jon answered Draco's questions very seriously, and after hearing them, Draco's body trembled and he looked at Jon with red eyes.
"But my parents just want our family to live a good life! What's wrong with that?"
Jon looked at him calmly.
"So, you don't even have the most basic correct concepts. There's nothing wrong with loving your own family, but why would your parents hurt other people's families? We are all human beings. You enjoy a wealthy life and warm family love, but have you ever thought about what a group of people your age were going through in the basement of this castle?"
"How can you blame us? This is not something our family can decide!" Draco seemed to be provoked by John's words. He lost his previous caution and burst out, "Why should we die? What's the difference between you and us? If that's the case, how many pure-blood families will survive!"
The flames in Jon's golden eyes were dancing.
"This is a choice you made. The Weasleys and Longbottoms could have stayed in the UK and enjoyed the benefits and privileges of pure-bloods, but why were they willing to follow us into exile with their entire families? Because they know what is right and wrong, but your parents don't, and they didn't teach you the true right and wrong."
"You're talking nonsense! Who gets to decide who's right and who's wrong? We're obviously not wrong! We're not wrong!"
After venting his anger, Draco fell to the ground, pulling his hair and not saying anything.
Jon looked at him and didn't say anything else. Only after a long while did he suddenly say something inexplicably.
"Why don't you do it?"
Draco raised his head, tears streaming down his face.
"You want me to fight you? If that's the case, just kick me out now. I know there's no way I can beat you!"
Jon shook his head seriously, more seriously than ever before.
"No, I'm not talking to you, I'm talking to you, Voldemort."
