Chapter 92 Dropping Out of Hogwarts (5,000 Chapters)

Cedric and Harry both had 85 points in the Triwizard Tournament, tied for first place.

Their appearance attracted cheers from all the teachers and students of Hogwarts, and many of them wore special badges on their chests.

The name on the badge changes between Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory as those around him cheer.

The one holding the two of them tightly was Krum's 80, a young man from Northern Europe who shouted with terrifying momentum in front of the host at Hogwarts.

Fleur Delacour's score was slightly inferior, but her proud appearance also earned her the cheers of admirers.

This is the last game. No matter which school they came from before, these warriors have conquered people from other schools through their performance.

"Harry and Cedric, listen to my whistle."

Bagman, Director of the Sports Department, had a trembling voice.

Of course Gretel knew why, he was afraid of losing everything.

This lovable Sports Secretary is a famous gambler. As long as there is a game, his opening is indispensable.

In last year's Quidditch World Cup, he accepted the chips from the Weasley twins, but after the game, he swallowed up the gambling money that should have been disbursed.

He had never seen creditors like the Weasley twins.

From morning to night, whenever he has time, he will definitely find him. This school year, he will be pestered to death by these two people.

The two men threatened him that if he did not spit out the gambling money they deserved, they would take the matter to the Ministry of Magic.

That would definitely cost him his job.

Arthur Weasley, the twins' father, also worked for the Ministry of Magic.

But where does he still have money? If he had money, he wouldn't bet on every game.

He had already spent all the money from the Quidditch World Cup. Most of it was given to creditors he couldn't afford, and a small amount was used to squander it.

In desperation, he approached Gretel.

He knew that this fourth-year student was an upstart in the British wizarding world, or in other words, the entire wizarding world. He had never seen anyone start from scratch so quickly.

According to reliable sources, Grete Communication Store’s monthly turnover is at least several hundred thousand.

How much money was that? Bagman didn't even dare to think about it. He had never seen so much money in his dreams.

Faced with his request for help, Grete smiled. He was worried about where to find a nail to wedge into the Ministry of Magic, or even the Order of the Phoenix.

Although the Sports Department is not an important department, a director can already help him convey a lot of news.

In order to keep Bagman in his hands, Gretel generously loaned him money to pay off the debts of the Weasley twins.

"Don't you think Mr. Bagman wants to make a comeback?"

Grete uttered these words amid Bagman's endless thanks.

Grete's words made the fat man with slightly red cheeks breathe quickly.

"The Triwizard Tournament has attracted the attention of the entire European magic world. As a referee, Mr. Bagman can rely on his own knowledge to start another gambling game, revive the dead, and get rid of the trouble of debt."

Bagman, a gambler, couldn't help but recall his life of luxury and luxury when he was a star Quidditch player.

Yes, if he can make a comeback, he will no longer have to worry about those creditors who are everywhere, whether they are the pestering twins or those lowly goblins.

The interest they demanded was almost more than his monthly salary.

If he could open another gambling game, with his methods, he could completely control the game, take over the whole game, and then pay off all the debts in one fell swoop.

However, where does he have this capital?

His credibility has been withheld several times, and is about to be known to the whole world.

Until he saw Gretel's playful eyes.

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"Harry, come on."

Bagman put all his wealth on Harry, as well as the large amount of money he borrowed from Gretel, hoping to make an upset bet.

Yes, even though Harry currently ranks first in points, not many people are optimistic about him.

Even though he defeated the Dark Lord when he was just born, he was still only fourteen years old.

In the final cup hunt in the maze, the fourteen-year-old Harry was undoubtedly the weakest among the four warriors.

Whether it's magic power or experience, he has no advantage.

If it weren't for the secret help of 'Moody', the guy who was supposed to be patrolling the sidelines, Harry would have been kicked out long ago.

Only Bagman, the desperate gambler, would bet on the longshot.

Grete looked at this guy who was betting on red eyes and shook his head helplessly.

How to put it, this guy is indeed not a qualified trader.

For a banker like him in a small gambling game, the best way is undoubtedly to use the gambling money collected.

Invest your money in higher stakes at the same betting ratio as other gamblers.

In this way, whether you win or lose, your net worth will not be affected too much.

But this guy was already losing his mind, and he put all his funds on Harry.

But this game is not decided by him, a gambler.

…

"We take it at the same time, the victory still belongs to Hogwarts School, we are tied."

Harry's suggestion was also Cedric's idea.

He must go to the small cemetery with Harry and use his 'life' to knock away the gatekeepers of the old era.

When the fluctuation of the door key came from the center of the maze, Gretel stood up from the audience stand.

Walked to the podium with firm steps.

Karkaroff and Maxim looked at Gretel strangely.

A strange Hogwarts student, what does he want to do when he walks to the podium at this time?

When Gretel appeared, Dumbledore's eyes were somewhat angry.

Those twinkling blue eyes seemed to be burning with anger.

"Gretel, is it you?"

Even though he became angry, Dumbledore's tone was still steady, "To be honest, I didn't think it would be you. Although I know you have your own plans, I never thought you would do something to Harry. I always thought you wouldn't be that kind of person."

Dumbledore's guess made the people around him widen their eyes.

Professor McGonagall reacted the fastest, and she had silently taken out her wand.

Professor Flitwick looked incredulous, it was impossible, his most promising student would never do such a thing.

Snape in the corner lowered his head and his body kept shaking. Fortunately, Gretel took herself out in time.

"Professor Dumbledore, I thought you were just hesitant because of your age, but you have become arbitrary now. Is it because you are too concerned?

You misunderstood me. I am not the mastermind behind the Triwizard Tournament. There is someone else behind the scenes, but you need to decipher it yourself.

I came up to invite you to watch a movie."

Grete waved his hand above the maze and unfolded a projection, a live broadcast of the small cemetery. Judging from the angle of view, this picture came from Cedric.

The moment the light curtain unfolded, people heard a sharp and cold voice, "Kill the person next to Harry Potter."

Accompanied by a faint green light flashing past Harry, Cedric was knocked away and lay on the ground in the shape of a "big" character.

Everyone at the scene exclaimed, what did they see, the killing curse, that Avada killed Cedric.

Harry stood there blankly, he couldn't even feel the pain on his forehead, his mind was blank.

Looking at Cedric's gray eyes lying on the ground, empty like an abandoned building covered with dust and spider webs, Harry's heart was filled with numbness and suspicion.

He couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes. Mr. Cedric, who had just talked and laughed with him and said that he wanted to win the championship together.

Mr. Cedric, who was kind and gentle, and stood up to stop someone wearing the Potter Stinky Shit Badge, died just like that.

Harry thought he was having a nightmare now, but before he could get out of this emotion, someone picked him up.

He was tied to the tombstone with a hemp rope as thick as an arm.

Gret heard the exclamation at the scene and heard Penelope's voice comforting Cedric's parents not far away.

Cedric's parents were completely dazed, and they didn't show any extra expression.

"Dear Headmaster Dumbledore, you actually had a chance to prevent this disaster from happening.

Whether it was when Harry's name appeared in violation of the rules, or when Mr. Crouch died in the Forbidden Forest, or when I received the warning letter last night.

Oh, I forgot, the messenger should not have arrived at Hogwarts yet, but it should be soon."

As soon as Gretel finished speaking, Sebastian's wings flew over from a distant place.

According to the order he gave Sebastian, the flight distance of more than a thousand kilometers, including the rest time in the middle, the letter reached Dumbledore's hands, just in time.

"Don't you want to read the contents of the letter in front of everyone?"

Dumbledore frowned and opened the crimson roaring letter.

"The Triwizard Cup is the key, key, key~"

Gretel's voice is really loud, and the sound of the roaring letter echoed in this huge competition venue.

?

Dumbledore didn't understand what the purpose of this late letter was.

Facing Dumbledore's puzzled eyes, Gretel took out his mobile phone.

"If you had a cell phone, you would have received my message last night.

I really don't understand why cell phones, such a convenient way of communication, are used less than 50% of the time in the wizarding world.

At least half of the people are conservative.

I have investigated and found that most people in the Wizengamot think like you that wizards should maintain traditions and stay away from the Muggle world.

If the news is correct, in recent meetings, some people have been submitting applications to cancel the Hogwarts Express for decades.

Refuse the wizarding world to use this mode of transportation from the Muggle world.

So what is your attitude, my headmaster? Until now, I don't know your attitude towards Muggles."

Dumbledore's eyes gradually narrowed, and his eyes were full of scrutiny.

"You may not know that I got your notes from your friend when you were young, the unedited notes.

I got to know you when you were young from them. Compared with your friend who fantasized about letting wizards rule the world, you were full of fear of Muggles.

Rather than saying that you defeated the Dark Lord, it is better to say that you defeated the world that came into contact with Muggles?

So what are you afraid of?"

Grete did not mention Arianna's name, because he knew that once he mentioned the girl who became an Obscurus because of a Muggle boy.

Dumbledore would definitely be furious. Although he was not afraid, it was not in line with his original purpose to develop a conversation into a fight.

"Dumbledore, the great White Devil, even now you are hesitant and suspicious. Do you think I am influenced by Voldemort or Grindelwald?

You are wrong, I have never been influenced by anyone. "

Gretel cast a spell, and the sound echoed throughout the arena.

"Albus Dumbledore's first crime is that as the headmaster, for the honor of Hogwarts, he allowed the Triwizard Tournament to continue under unreasonable circumstances such as the four brave men.

The second crime is arrogance. Even though he knew it was a conspiracy, he still felt that everything was under control and did not rule out Harry Potter, causing Cedric Diggory to lose his life due to the conspiracy.

The third crime is that as the chief magician of the Wizengamot, he rejected the progress of the wizarding world, thus missing the last chance of salvation. "

In fact, these three charges cannot withstand careful scrutiny at all. Gretel had no intention of pulling Dumbledore off the throne based on these three unfounded charges.

He just wants hype, and hype is always the best way to become famous.

He wanted to use this high-profile method to open a crack in the wizarding world controlled by the Secrecy Act, and announce the birth of Dawn.

In this way, everyone is told that Voldemort is about to be resurrected. In addition to the Order of the Phoenix and the Death Eaters, the Swingers have a brand new choice.

Dawn, an organization that is no weaker than the Order of the Phoenix and Death Eaters, can shelter them.

It doesn’t need to be a lot, if only one tenth of the people consider them, Dawn will be enriched quickly.

While Gretel was hyping up Dumbledore, Voldemort in the small cemetery had regained his life.

I wonder if the splitting of the last Horcrux caused Professor Fu to lose the last trace of his IQ.

It was clear that victory was already certain, and anyone could execute Harry.

Instead, he stood up and claimed to have a wizard-wizard contest with Harry.

Harry's almighty Expelliarmus successfully fought evenly with Professor Fu's Avatar.

The portkey flashed, and Harry successfully shuttled back with Cedric's 'body' in his arms.

Dumbledore took a deep look at Gretel and quickly rushed to the center of the maze.

He didn't think Gretel, a fourth-year wizard, could cause much trouble.

There are so many professors here, enough to make Gretel look down on him.

He wanted to deal with Harry's matter first, and then deal with the problem student.

Grete tried to lift his heels, and several deans stood up.

Professor Flitwick was still puzzled. He felt that Gretel might have been controlled by someone using the Imperius Curse.

"I'm going to save Mr. Cedric. If he stays unconscious for too long, I don't know what could go wrong."

?

Hasn't Cedric been killed by the Death Eaters?

But after Grete said these words, no one tried to stop him, and a group of people all followed him.

Harry looked pale as Dumbledore picked him up from the grass.

Then he saw a group of people surrounding him, including Gretel as if they were being escorted.

"Gretel, Cedric was killed."

He held Cedric tightly in his arms, and even if someone was prying him, he would not let go of his grip on Cedric's body.

He still remembered a few days ago, when he, Cedric, and Gretel were sitting and laughing.

"Okay, Harry, let go of him. He's not dead yet. I'm here to save him."

Gretel knelt down and stared into Harry's eyes.

Harry was stunned for a while, and then slowly let go of his other hand, his eyes full of hope.

He placed all his hopes on Grete, who had never deceived him.

Gretel ignored the looks of others and took Cedric out of the crowd.

However, someone with sharp eyes put away the gold cup next to Harry.

Gretel didn't notice who it was, and he didn't care. Anyway, he didn't plan to use this thing to escape.

Gretel took a deep breath and immersed himself in the silver-eyed vision.

He saw the particles flying around Cedric, binding them bit by bit and stuffing them into Cedric's body.

After gathering everything together, Grete took out the substitute doll that Cedric was guarding over his heart.

"liberate~"

The stand-in doll collapsed and burst into warm white light. In the light, an illusory angel spread its wings and rushed into Cedric's eyes.

Those dark, light-less eyes gradually became more alert after a while.

"Chief, am I not dead?"

For the first time in school, Gretel did not refuse the title of leader and slowly exhaled.

"As I said, you can't die. No one is allowed to die until they see the new era."

"What about us?" Cedric saw Dumbledore not far away.

Gretel nodded, "Don't worry, it's over."

Yes, it's over. When Gretel was counting the three crimes in detail, Dumbledore didn't stand up to refute him immediately. He was already done.

Whether Dumbledore didn't bother to refute, or he was shocked and didn't think of how to refute, for Gretel, it was already done.

I believe that the reporter of the Daily Prophet, Rita Skeeter, is willing to publicize this news to the whole world for a large salary.

"Do you still have the strength?"

Cedric felt it and nodded firmly.

"Air Space!"

In front of everyone, Grett and Cedric chanted the spell together.

At the same time Grett flew up, dozens of members in the surrounding stands flew up together.

They gathered together above the maze.

"I, McGreet (Penelope Crevart, Cedric Diggory...), announced today that I chose to drop out of Hogwarts."

It's not that no one intends to stop him, but Grett has already turned on his magic.

The camouflage spell on his body faded because of the impact of magic, and people only discovered it.

Grett's hair and eyes all turned into a shining and mysterious silver.

Within his sensing range, no matter who took out the magic wand, he would be hit and fall to the ground. .

"The backward magic world needs to change."

Grett left this sentence and flew into the deep night sky with a group of people.

Before leaving, Penelope did not forget to sprinkle the leaflets that had been prepared long ago to the people on the scene.

It contained all the propositions of their organization and the new era they were about to create.

And the name of the organization that they all decided on at the last meeting at Hogwarts: Dawn.

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Small theater

Grete: Penelope, didn’t you agree that you would come to us after you passed the Ultimate Wizard exam?

Penelope: The atmosphere is so good that I can’t help but fly up. Besides, as a steward of Dawn, do I have to rely on the results of the Ultimate Wizard to find a job?

By the way, Cedric, what does it feel like to eat an Avatar head-on?

Cedric (scratching his head): A little dark, a little panicked...

Grete (squinting): Why don’t you try it when you go back?

Penelope (with a look of surprise): Really, really, I’m ready now.

Everyone, including Grete, sighed deeply and thought at the same time: Is it still time to change the steward now!