Everyday Players at Hogwarts..

Chapter 821 Mobilization

Azkaban, a scene that appeared on Ryan's TV began to appear.

Every movement, dialogue, and even tone is perfect.

Soon, it came to the moment when Ryan deliberately interrupted.

“Isn’t 7 the most magical number?
I said, the Dark Mark has my power,

Then, all you have to do is -" Voldemort paused, "just call my name.

My name - Leaping over death is the shortest and most powerful spell.

Then you will understand,
What is power.

What is invincible.

There is no enemy ahead of us! "

"But." Old Mulciber raised his hand tremblingly.

"Hmm?" Voldemort, as if behind foggy glass, widened his bloodshot eyes.

A powerful demonic pressure, accompanied by the wails of dead creatures, pressed down on old Mulciber.

He has now decided to kill.

If he didn't have obsessive-compulsive disorder, he would have to have 7 subordinates to bear his power.

Old Mulciber was presumed dead.

Old Mulciber naturally understood this.

But for the sake of his son, he decided to ask the question.

So, even though he was pressed down on the stone slab, with his mouth pressed against the ground, he still said with great effort: "Master, we don't have a wand."

A wizard without a wand is a worthless person.

This is common knowledge in the wizarding world.

Only a few wizards can reverse it.

Even the wizards of Ouagadou in Africa who use their fingers or gestures to cast spells are only performing small tricks.

It can only deal with ordinary lives with fragile bodies.

It is of no use to magical creatures with strong bodies or special structures that can ignore swords.

It would only catch wizards with wands by surprise.

The real showdown still depends on their local unique self-transformation, turning into elephants or cheetahs that are resistant to spells.

So, when old Mulciber said this,
Even Travers, who was thinking of collecting a few wizards' heads, froze in his smile.

He also echoed and asked, "Master, do you want us to go to Diagon Alley first and grab a few wands?"

"Stupid! How could I not think of this?" Although Voldemort said this, he withdrew his magic pressure.

Old Mulciber, supported by his son, sat cross-legged on the ground.

“With my powers, a wand isn’t necessary.

But considering that there is also me among your opponents
Forget Diagon Alley.

I said. We just need to wait here for our guests to arrive.

As for the wands - you should be thankful you didn't use them for firewood."

Voldemort waved his hand, "Now is the time to witness a miracle."

The Death Eaters were a little confused as to what they were referring to.

But the next second, they understood.

In the air, a large number of wands that were broken by various accidents appeared in front of them.

Suspended in mid-air.

A black turbid stream flowed out from the void and sank into the fracture.

The exposed black and red dragon's tendons and heartstrings gradually turned blood red.

Green sparks were emitted from the tip of the stick.

The wands were reconnected and flew into the hands of their respective owners.

Travers waved his wand impatiently, "Restore and preserve!"

A blue light emerged from the tip of his staff and shot towards Crouch Jr.'s waist, and an irregular round object - Crouch Sr.'s head.

The skin, which had turned pale due to not being protected by magic for too long, suddenly turned a light pink again.

It feels like he will open his eyes and resume breathing in the next second.

"Thank you," Crouch Jr. thanked him and immediately looked at Voldemort, "Master, look! My father's head!

I killed him! For you!"

"Oh, I recognize it." Voldemort yawned lazily.

“Now that I have the magic wand, I am going to use voodoo magic to refine it.

It will surely become a powerful dark magic prop." "Go! I am very pleased." Voldemort nodded.

Crouch Jr. stood up, bowed, and walked out of the room with his head held high.

Sinking into darkness.

"So can I! My sister Andromeda is still alive!

Well. Narcissa too! Her husband betrayed us!" Bellatrix raised her hands.

Like a kid waiting to be praised and get candy.

"You will have your chance. Many of our oldest families have grown a little sick over time," said Voldemort.

Bellatrix held her breath and stared at him pleadingly.

“You have to prune the branches to keep it healthy, don’t you?

Cut away those parts that threaten your overall health.

In your family, in the world... we shall cut out the rot that has engulfed us, until only pureblooded wizards remain..."

"Yes, Master." Bellatrix's wand emitted pale sparks as her master became excited.

Rodolphus ignored his wife.

Instead, he waved his magic wand and transformed the cockroach skewers in front of him into a sizzling skewer of greasy meat.

He stuffed it into his mouth and asked, "What else do we need to do?"

"You guys?" Voldemort waved his hand nonchalantly, "If you have nothing to do, just have a good sleep.

Recharge your energy for tomorrow.

Well, that’s right!

Change into a decent robe.

You now have a magic wand.

I don't want to be in this state of honor when I arrive at Hogwarts after my victory and meet your fellow juniors."

"Sleep?" Bellatrix's eyes lit up.

'Accidentally' exposed his collarbone in front of Voldemort.

At the same time, she signaled with her eyes to the others to leave the room quickly.

Voldemort stopped Travers and the others as they were about to leave the room.

"You can stop now. I'm not in the mood right now."

Now Voldemort, who was making up nonsense, gave the reason as being that he was in a bad mood.

Bella's eyes dimmed.

Meanwhile, in the Hogwarts Great Hall.

The cold white flames spread throughout the entire auditorium, including but not limited to the long tables and benches.

Meanwhile, the auditorium became very crowded.

There were originally three extra long tables because of the competition.

Now there are two more.

The extra students' parents occupied them.

Because Lily was on the staff desk up there.

Petunia sat uneasily with Mrs. Weasley.

After having enough wine and food.

Dumbledore stood up and said, "I hope you all will enjoy your meals.

You should all have known from various channels what kind of activities we are going to hold in July.

And tomorrow, July 7st.

We will start warming up for the event.

All you have to do is to cast war magic on the four volunteers again according to the school divisions.

We will compare and demonstrate based on the magical energy of the volunteers under the observation of the education bureaus of various countries.

To divide educational resources for the next alliance.

The professors in the school will guide you along.

You will need to use group magic multiple times this time.

The volunteers are me, Professor Benjamin Barker (Grindelwald's external name), Professor Tom Riddle, and Harry Potter.

After being blessed for the first time, we will head to the Ministry of Magic.

Take the test. ”

(End of this chapter)