Chapter 43 Ignition of the Holy Grail and Arrival of Guests

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To be honest, Clark had never seen Dumbledore so indecisive as tonight.

The old headmaster of Hogwarts, the most powerful white wizard in the entire British wizarding world, has always shown himself to be intelligent and wise. His sly eyes always seem to be able to see through everything and penetrate all the secrets.

But now, his words no longer have the self-confidence and ease of being able to handle everything. It seemed that for a moment, he really became a hundred-year-old man, senile and unresponsive.

But Clark knew that all of this was just fiction.

His spiritual perception clearly told him that what he was seeing in front of him was not some weak old guy, but a dazzling white light that filled the entire room and even enveloped the entire Hogwarts Castle .

That kind of warm and broad love, just a little contact, can make people let go of all worries and sorrows, forget all unpleasantness, and become a kind person.

"Hey, with the passage of time, even if it is as strong as Dumbledore, it is almost impossible to suppress its own magic power?"

Clark felt it carefully, and at the same time whispered in his heart.

You know, for a truly strong person, controlling one's own strength should be as easy as controlling one's own siblings.

However, Dumbledore's situation was worse than the state he felt at the beginning of the first grade.

That's right, his power has become stronger, and the magic power on his body has also become stronger, and it can even resonate with the entire Hogwarts castle.

But its control over the magic power of chaos has dropped a lot, and it can't even control the spread of its own magic power.

This was also the reason why the old headmaster became more and more reclusive and rarely appeared in front of students like them.

Faced with Dumbledore's situation, even Clark had no good solution.

After all, unlike little wizards like Ginny and the others, Chaos magic has long been an inseparable part of Dumbledore's life.

If you really want to carry out the transfer ceremony, I'm afraid that the moment the magic power collapses will be the moment when Dumbledore dies.

"Professor, the environment is like this, not because we want to get to this point, but because the environment forces us to do this."

Clark could only comfort softly.

"Today is different from the past, this time the situation facing Britain...and even the entire European magic world is different from the situation caused by Grindelwald back then.

That time, it was just an ambitious move by a certain conspirator, but this time, it was a battle for national destiny driven by the general trend.

Isn't the situation we encounter today not the situation faced by the African Ministry of Magic and the Indian Ministry of Magic?

Do you hope that in the future we, even our children, will be like them, relying on others? "

Dumbledore sighed, "Hey, this man is old after all, he always likes to ignore and think about it."

His wrinkled face squeezed out a smile again, and his sapphire-like bright eyes regained their former brilliance.

"Although the general trend of history is like a mighty river, its rolling forward is unstoppable. But we wizards are not afraid of even gods, so why are we afraid of destiny and the general trend?"

Dumbledore's withered palm directly held the wooden cup without the slightest hesitation. There is a stark contrast between the old and the green, the twilight and the vitality.

"Hey, let me, an old bone, come and walk for you children."

Accompanied by Dumbledore's words, from Clark's spiritual perspective, the pure white light that enveloped the entire Hogwarts castle, originating from Dumbledore, began to move towards the top of the castle like flowing mercury. The principal's office gathered here.

And the wooden cup in Dumbledore's hand was like a long whale sucking water, and he was not afraid of the gathered white light.

Not only that, when these white lights flowed, those literary luck and talents that originally floated above Hogwarts, shining like auspicious clouds, were also dragged and engulfed, and thrown into the cup together.

And under Dumbledore's actions, the inexplicable power gathered in the rough wooden cup began to be compressed and then compressed, and finally condensed into a drop of pure white water, but also bursting with colorful light, which fell into the Bottom of the cup.

So one drop, two drops, three drops...

No one knows how long Dumbledore persisted, but the water droplets in the wooden cup that bloomed with colorful light are accumulating more and more.

In the end, when all the white light in the sky disappeared, and the air above Hogwarts Castle was thin like mist, the liquid level in the old wooden cup had already risen to the rim.

"Phew, it's all right." Dumbledore let go of his palm, his whole body seemed to have aged a lot, his eye sockets were sunken, and there were heavy shadows.

"Professor, are you okay?" Clark asked with concern.

Dumbledore waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, then pointed to the cup, "Next, it's up to you."

Clark nodded, took a step forward, stretched out his left index finger, pointed the wand towards the fingertip, and then hung over the liquid.

"Tick tock!"

A drop of dark red blood with traces of dark gold, mixed with the divine power of the [God of Knowledge] that Clark poured into it, dripped into the cup.

The blood entered the water, but it miraculously did not disperse, but sank straight into the bottom of the cup like a solidified ruby.

Clark whispered in his mouth, as if he was singing some ancient ballad, and seemed to be calling for some mysterious place.

Accompanied by his singing, the liquid surface in the water glass also bubbled "gurgling", and golden-red filaments spread in the water.

Then, two emerald green leaves poked their heads out of the water lightly.

"Father of Nature...Mother of Wisdom...Lovely Father and Mother, Gathering Eyes..."

Clark's chanting continued, and the two young leaves also grew wildly in the wind, and soon turned into a small tree, rising half a meter high, covering the entire cup.

This small tree has luxuriant branches and leaves, covered with oval leaves with dark golden patterns. From a distance, it looks like it is covered with scales.

It's just that after this change, there is not a drop of the liquid that was originally accumulated in the cup.

But this is not over yet, the little tree in the wooden cup began to flourish and decline when it grew to its most luxuriant.

The leaves, which were originally verdant and green, gradually lost their luster and became withered and fragile.

And when all the leaves on this small tree withered, wisps of beating blue-white flames rose from the roots of the tree, engulfing the entire small tree.

The conversion of water and fire, growth and prosperity, although this miraculous magic ritual is complicated, it completed a reincarnation in front of them in an instant.

When I went to look again, there was still only the rough carved wooden cup on Dumbledore's table. The only difference might be the blue-white flame burning in the cup.

The Holy Grail was ignited and turned into the Goblet of Fire, and Clark's mission to come here tonight was considered complete.

He looked up at Dumbledore, who was curled up on the chair with his thin body, and knew that the other party probably didn't have much strength to talk to him at the moment.

So Wei Wei bowed and saluted, said goodbye decisively and left, and even closed the door behind her.

The next day, the morning of October 30th, when Clark and the others went downstairs for breakfast, they found that the auditorium had been decorated overnight.

Hanging on the wall are huge silk banners, each representing a Hogwarts house:

Gryffindor with a golden lion on a red background, Ravenclaw with a bronze eagle on a blue background, Hufflepuff with a black badger on a yellow background, and Stanley with a silver boa constrictor on a green background Leitlin.

Behind the teacher's desk, there is also the largest banner, which is the coat of arms of Hogwarts: lion, eagle, badger and snake linked together, surrounded by a large letter "h".

Clark and the others sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Fred and George.

The two of them were very happy when they saw Clark.

"He said yes, Clark!" George shouted excitedly at Clark.

"You're right, Franchise, he will discuss it with us after he comes tonight." Fred waved his hand and made an "ok" gesture.

Clark nodded, "The two of you will talk to him when the time comes, and I'm sure you two won't mess it up."

"Of course, we're not as stupid as Ron!" The two laughed in unison.

"What?" Ron yelled in confusion.

They ate breakfast, and the conversation soon turned to the Triwizard Tournament.

"By the way, do you two have a plan for the Triwizard Tournament?" Seeing that the twin brothers were eating happily, Harry asked curiously, "Do you still want to get involved?"

"I asked Professor McGonagall how the warriors were chosen, but she refused to tell me," George said resentfully. "She just told me to shut up and concentrate on transforming my raccoon."

"Wonder what the Tournament has to offer?" said Ron thoughtfully. "You know, I bet we could do it too, Harry. We've done dangerous things like that before..."

"Didn't Clark say before that the dragon farm will be used for competitions?" Harry forked a piece of bacon into his mouth. "Maybe we will face the fire dragon. I can't do that."

"You weren't in front of the jury, were you?" Fred said from the side, "McGonagall said that the referees will grade the Warriors based on the quality of their projects."

"Who's the referee?" Harry asked.

"Oh, the headmaster of the participating school must be a member of the jury," said Hermione—everyone turned to look at her in amazement, "because in the 1792 Tournament, the warriors wanted to catch a chicken body and a snake tail The monster was out of control and went on a rampage, and all three principals were injured."

Noticing that everyone was staring at her, she said, "It's all in Hogwarts, A History."

Well, only Hermione would see that stuff.

Harry shook his head, and lowered himself to some scrambled eggs.

By the way, and Clark, he will read those books too.

For the rest of the day, there was a joyous emotion called "anticipation" in the air.

In class, almost no one paid attention to the class, and even Clark had to admit that he was a little absent-minded.

Everyone thought Beauxbatons and Durmstrang were coming tonight.

Thinking of this, Snape's Potions class was not as unbearable as usual, because it ended half an hour early--

When the bell rang early, Clark, Hermione, and Neville hurried to the Gryffindor Tower, put down their schoolbags and textbooks as instructed, put on their cloaks, and rushed down the stairs in three steps at a time. hall.

Deans of colleges are ordering their own students to line up.

"Weasley, put your hat on," Professor McGonagall said sternly to Ron, "Miss Patil, get that ridiculous thing out of your hair."

Frowning unhappily, Parvati removed a large butterfly headdress from her braid.

"Follow me, everyone," said Professor McGonagall, "the first-years are at the front... don't be crowded..."

The little wizards filed down the steps and stood in line in front of the castle.

It was a cold, crisp evening, and night was falling quietly.

A round of pure white, translucent moon has hung over the Forbidden Forest, shedding a cool, gauze-like brilliance.

At this moment, nature and the man-made castle complement each other, creating a beautiful fantasy picture together.

Clark and others are standing in this fantasy background board, the small figures are not so conspicuous.

"It's almost six o'clock," said Ron, looking at his watch, stomping his feet in the cold, and looking at the front door. "How do you think they'll come? Is it by train?"

"I don't think so." Hermione said, "It's the first time I've come to the door anyway, at least I have to show some face."

"Then how? A broomstick?" Harry looked up at the starry sky, guessing.

"Is the broomstick very attractive... Besides, it's flying from such a far away..."

"Where's the Portkey?" Ron wondered. "Or they can Apparate—maybe people under seventeen are allowed to Apparate in their part?"

"Apparitions are not allowed on the Hogwarts grounds, how many times do I have to tell you?" said Hermione impatiently.

The little wizards scanned the gradually darkened venue excitedly, but there was still no movement.

Everything was so still, peaceful, as usual.

Some people have already started to get restless, and the chirping and chattering can no longer be suppressed, and it gradually resounds in the crowd. Everyone is cold and hungry.

At this moment, Dumbledore, who was standing in the back row with the other teachers, shouted——

"Ah! Beauxbatons' representatives have arrived, if I'm not mistaken!"

"Where? Where?" Many students asked eagerly, looking in different directions.

"There!" shouted a sixth-grader, pointing to the sky above the Forbidden Forest.

They raised their heads, looked up, and saw a gigantic monster, much bigger than a hundred broomsticks.

It emerged from the bright and clear moon, quickly swept across the deep blue sky, and flew towards Hogwarts Castle, gradually getting bigger and bigger.