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The billowing smoke from the Hogwarts Express heralded the start of the new school year.

Since Voldemort was defeated, the wizarding world has enjoyed true peace.

For the students, life didn't change much. After all, Voldemort had always existed in legends. He just appeared in legends and disappeared from legends. The only thing that people remembered about him was the tacit understanding of "don't mention that name".

Harry Potter, now a fourth-year student, was chatting enthusiastically with his friend Ron, and no one would guess that they had spent the entire holiday together.

"A long-awaited reunion!" "Inseparable!"

Two voices came from the side.

Ron's two twin brothers arrived, and they winked at Harry and his brother.

"Want to try the Chocolate Frog?" Harry asked.

There was a table full of snacks on his desk.

The inheritance his parents left him was enough for Harry to live a wealthy and happy life without ever having to do anything.

"Just one." "I want the one on the left."

"You're so generous, Harry, thank you, Harry!" x2
They both turned to look at Harry Potter.

"Friends do that, don't they?" Harry was still a little embarrassed.

Ron, who was stuffing snacks into his mouth, had a bad feeling.

Did our little Ronnie say thank you?

"He's definitely thinking about something else, like..."

“Hermione!” Ron suddenly pointed to the train aisle, his expression shocked.

Gemini was taken aback.

“I was really startled, Fred. He truly lives up to his reputation as our little brother.” “Yeah, for a moment, I genuinely believed in his acting skills.”

The two looked as if they had discovered a new continent, their faces filled with joy.

Their dull and clueless younger brother turned out to be a master prankster, which was even more exciting than when they successfully pulled off a prank.

"He should be our little brother!" x2
“It really is Hermione. She looks very tall, and…” Ron stood up anxiously and walked out.

Even Harry, who initially thought it was Ron retaliating, became skeptical at this point.

As the group stepped out of the carriage, they saw a mature and beautiful figure talking to the accompanying teacher.

"Hermione!" Harry called out.

The figure turned its head.

It was indeed Hermione Granger, their friend.

Only a few people have some recollection of this little witch who enrolled in first grade and then mysteriously disappeared, because a major event also occurred at that time—Jay, the most powerful white wizard hailed as surpassing Dumbledore, also vanished without a trace that night.

Harry and the others had sought Dumbledore's help before, but nothing came of it.

They finally received news of Hermione from the newspaper.

The newspapers claimed that Hermione had been conducting forbidden magical research, which is why she disappeared unexpectedly.

Several people rushed forward.

"I'm so glad you're back."

"I'm also very happy to see you all again."

Hermione had a smile on her face, but she wasn't as excited as Harry and the others.

She hadn't spent much time at Hogwarts, and since they hadn't seen each other for several years and hadn't experienced many crises and hardships together, she didn't feel the excitement of a long-awaited reunion, only the joy of seeing her former classmates again.

Ordinary and uneventful.

Harry asked, "Where have you been all this time? How have you been?"

"I accidentally opened the door to a magical world and then went to a magnificent world full of powerful magic."

Hermione doesn't intend to talk to her old friends about the DC universe, since that world is too dangerous, where any supervillain has the power to destroy a country or even the Earth.

Even the most powerful Dumbledore is nothing compared to him.

"And then?" the twins asked. "Did anything interesting happen?"

“There are some,” Hermione nodded, “but the story would take a long time to tell.”

"We watched the Quidditch World Cup!" Ron exclaimed, seemingly unwilling to embarrass himself in front of his long-lost friend. "You don't know about that goal, and..."

He gestured as if he were riding on a broom, a World Cup batter.

The twins cheered and egged him on, making Ron blush bright red.

Some fourth-year wizards, especially the Gryffindor lions, knew of Hermione's return and excitedly asked her about her wonderful adventures.

Hermione had no choice but to tell some short stories about her and Wonder Woman catching supervillains, which immediately drew cheers.

On the outermost edge of the crowd, Ron pursed his lips: "Look at her, she did a great job."

His eyes were full of envy.

“I feel like Hermione gives me a different feeling,” Harry said. “It’s like…”

"Professor McGonagall?"

“Of course not, although they look almost identical when they have a straight face,” Harry muttered cautiously before adding, “They’re adults, so nothing seems to surprise them.”

"It could also be a disguise."

While they were chatting, the train arrived at the station. This time they didn't need to take a boat to the castle, and Harry and Ron naturally formed a trio with Hermione.

“I thought we’d have to take a boat,” Hermione said, somewhat surprised.

Harry said, "Older students always have some privileges."

Hermione nodded: "That's true."

At the banquet that evening, Dumbledore cleared his throat: "Merlin's mustache, I have good news today. Our Miss Hermione Granger has just returned safely after a perilous journey. Now let us cheer for Gryffindor's bravery! Here I'll give you my first bonus: 50 points for Gryffindor! Congratulations on your bravery! Congratulations on your safe return!"

The Gryffindor lion cubs slapped the table and cheered.

The other houses joined in the applause, but the Slytherin snakes had strange expressions. Now that the Dark Lord had been completely destroyed and Dumbledore was still alive, all they could do was lie low and wait for the next opportunity.

After the dinner ended, Dumbledore returned to the headmaster's office.

"Zzzy Honey Candy".

He gave the order, but the office door didn't open.

This self-proclaimed strongest White Demon King in history had no choice but to raise his hand and knock on the door.

"Please come in," the young man's voice called out, and the office door opened.

"What password did you change, Jay?" Dumbledore asked, looking at the familiar figure sitting in the office chair.

Tan Wenjie, a man who caused great losses to pure-blood families before disappearing without a trace, was the one who caused Hermione Granger to disappear on the same night. Not only Dumbledore, but many wizards speculated that the two disappearances were definitely related.

Now that Tan Wenjie and Hermione have returned together, this conjecture has been completely proven.

Unlike the opinions of outsiders, Dumbledore always believed in Tan Wenjie, and he had his own set of standards for judging character.

"The old wizard Dumbledore who cries." Tan Wenjie twirled his pen.

The pen tip danced on my fingertips like a butterfly flitting among flowers.

"It sounds terrible, and no one could possibly guess it."

Seeing Dumbledore's confident expression, Tan Wenjie simply shrugged, indicating that he would wait and see. "Dumbledore, let's get down to business first."

"I thought we were already in talks."

“The Triwizard Tournament,” Tan Wenjie said. “After Voldemort was defeated, the entire wizarding world needs a huge event to celebrate.”

Dumbledore, who had been mentally prepared, was taken aback by what he heard.

Is that all the requirements?
The Triwizard Tournament is a competition among three magic schools in Europe: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school selects one of its most outstanding warriors to compete in three magical events, testing each participant's courage, talent, theoretical knowledge, and other abilities. Each event is scored.

“This competition has been suspended for over a hundred years.” Dumbledore did not agree immediately, but said, “It is very difficult to do. You should also know that the Triwizard Tournament had to be stopped because too many students died tragically.”

Dumbledore wanted to know why Tan Wenjie insisted on holding this tournament.

Tan Wenjie doesn't seem to have any intention of hiding his thoughts.

“Dumbledore, this is an exciting opportunity, and those Death Eater remnants will definitely not let it pass. Uprooting them is the most effective way.”

"You must have a deeper reason."

“Hermione Granger,” Tan Wenjie said, “I hope she participates in the Triwizard Tournament and wins the final victory.”

"why?"

“She disappeared with me for so long; she is my disciple, and I hope everyone can see her excellence.”

Dumbledore nodded, accepting the explanation with a hint of resignation.

"So, what exactly happened to you?" Dumbledore finally couldn't suppress his curiosity.

This is his secret to keeping progressing: always be curious, always keep an apprentice's mindset.

"It's a long story," Tan Wenjie cleared his throat. "It all started when I accidentally opened a spatial passage and went to another world."

"Did Miss Granger go along with that?"

"You say it or should I say it?"

"..."

Dumbledore made a zipping motion towards his mouth and raised his hand to signal Tan Wenjie to continue.

"Mm-hmm." Tan Wenjie nodded in satisfaction, and then said, "Then the world we arrived in was very dangerous. There was not only magic there, but also gods."

Although he didn't say anything, you could tell from Dumbledore's eyes that he didn't really believe it.

Tan Wenjie then accelerated the plot, starting by discussing powerful magic and demons, especially the appearance of Satan and the angel Gabriel, which made Dumbledore feel like he wanted to believe it, but it all seemed absurd.

Even though it was just a fabricated story, Dumbledore found it more and more interesting, especially the stories about the son of Krypton arriving on Earth in a spaceship, the prince of Atlantis, the Genie carrying a green lantern, and the person who ran at a speed comparable to light.

Tan Wenjie's voice suddenly stopped.

"And then?" Dumbledore urged.

"A three-way battle for supremacy."

"I'm going to the Ministry of Magic."

"That's good." Tan Wenjie stood up, supporting himself on the table.

He needs to get some sleep.

"Wait, what happened next? And why hasn't Miss Granger shown up yet? Wasn't she with you?" Dumbledore asked anxiously.

“She has learned a lot of magic,” Tan Wenjie said. “Now she needs an opportunity to show it off.”

"Of course!"

Seeing Tan Wenjie heading towards the door again, Dumbledore almost reached out to grab him.

"Thud!" Several comic books were slammed onto the table.

Tan Wenjie said, "Let's look at this first."

These comic books come from the DC universe and are stories created by various comic book companies based on the images and stories of superheroes.

Even though the superheroes never intended to make money from this, they have to admit that related merchandise is making a fortune.

Countless people are willing to pay for superheroes.

They look the same on television and they look the same in person; the striking resemblance is enough to drive anyone crazy.

According to Tan Wenjie's understanding, Wayne Group is also involved.

“Comics? Drawings? Books?” Dumbledore stared wide-eyed at his aging eyes.

"Their deeds are mentioned here."

Even Dumbledore, who always loved to joke, couldn't help but feel powerless at this moment.

"You mean, your story comes from a comic book?"

……

The news of the three-way battle for supremacy had barely spread when it reached everyone's ears in a very short time.

The young wizards' conversation abruptly shifted away from Hermione.

"A three-way battle for supremacy! I heard that whoever wins the Goblet of Fire will receive a thousand Galleons!"

Ron, who had just walked over, immediately became annoyed upon hearing this.

"Harry, do you think I should sign up?"

He's already counting on his fingers how he'll spend the prize money.

New brooms, new wizard robes, new... everything that can be bought must be new.

“We probably won’t be able to participate,” Harry said. “I just heard someone say that you need to be at least 17 years old to participate in the selection of the champions.”

"Do you know why the Triwizard Tournament was interrupted for over a hundred years?" The topic of conversation among the small group of people nearby immediately caught Harry and Ron's attention.

"why?"

"Because people die in every three-way battle, and the number of deaths is too high."

"..."

Ron looked at Harry, forced a smile, and then laughed awkwardly, saying, "Too bad, I'm not 17 yet."

Harry: "..."

"What? That's such a pity." "Why don't your two good brothers help?"

Two voices came from the side.

Without turning around, Ron could guess who was speaking in his ear—it was definitely the twins.

"Can you help?" Ron asked, still somewhat skeptical.

"We've studied it. It's just a matter of getting a few years older and then bypassing some spells. It's not difficult at all." "Leave it to us. We'll make sure you succeed in the competition and dominate the competition."

The two were just joking around, which made Ron blush.

I want to refuse, but I'm unwilling to admit that I'm scared.

Everyone actively and enthusiastically discussed the three-way battle for supremacy, participating in the discussion.

The Ministry of Magic's review process was swift, likely out of fear of the last remaining White Lord, which is why the Triwizard Tournament was held at Hogwarts, where young wizards from the three schools would compete against each other.

In this situation, Hermione Granger, who had been in the spotlight recently, also received orders from Tan Wenjie.

She has to compete and win the final victory. (End of Chapter)