The mastermind behind Hogwarts

Chapter 247 Attack

As night fell, it truly became a champion's night.

An open-air ball was held at the Hyprose Stadium, and the Canadian Ministry of Magic sent a large number of staff to lay a white floor over the entire afternoon.

A huge dance floor was created in the center, with rows of exquisite, delicate gold chairs arranged around it on the floor. Rows of silver chairs were then placed behind the gold chairs.

A group of waiters in white robes walked back and forth between the seats carrying plates, which were filled with a dazzling array of various delicacies.

A band dressed in gold shirts walked onto the dance floor and played melodious music.

This music will continue until the champion enters the arena. As the music starts, a group of adorable Canadian sprites run onto the dance floor and begin to dance.

Canadian Ministry of Magic officials delivered a seating chart to prominent figures to help guide guests to their appropriate seats.

It turns out that the guests on the gold chairs were high-ranking officials and dignitaries, while the guests on the silver chairs were players from various countries.

The vast majority of the audience was seated in the stands.

There are about two or three hundred wizards with individual seats, including ministers and high-ranking officials from various countries, as well as the two headmasters of Hogwarts and Ilvermorny.

"Professor Dumbledore, I have long admired Hogwarts. When could our two schools organize a mutual learning event?"

"Mr. Dawn, you mean—exchange students?"

"My dear Dumbledore, whatever it is."

Dumbledore and Mr. Dawn began to chat happily, and the one who built the bridge between them was none other than Lockhart.

He took two glasses of champagne from the waiter and handed them to the two principals.

"Professor Dumbledore, oh my professor," Lockhart said with a beaming smile, "you must have heard that I asked Moriarty Slytherin to recommend me to you as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts."

Dumbledore nodded slightly; Moriarty had mentioned this to him last year.

Because of this, Dumbledore even sent people to China to inquire about Moriarty and Lockhart's background.

Judging by the days, the people we sent should be back by now.

"Professor Dumbledore."

Lockhart's words interrupted Dumbledore's thoughts.

"Professor Randy from the year before last and Professor Diana from last year may have great power, but they are not wizards."

The four masters' educational philosophy is to cultivate more wizards. Just imagine, if I were to become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor—explaining to students the powerful spells I've used hundreds and thousands of times—the students would surely benefit greatly.

Lockhart looked at Dumbledore with sincere eyes.

Mr. Dawn nodded repeatedly, seemingly agreeing with Lockhart's words.

"Brother Lockhart," Mr. Dawn patted Lockhart on the shoulder, speaking as if chatting with a friend, "when are you coming to Ilvermorny to be a professor?"

"Dawn, you're putting me in a really difficult position," Lockhart said with a wry smile.

Becoming a Hogwarts professor was not only to complete the task Moriarty gave him, but also to fulfill his childhood dream and to pursue the sky of magic.

In fact, even his trip to Iphamoni School to give a speech was for ulterior motives, but now it seems...

It seems she has gained Iphamoni's friendship.

It feels great to be recognized by others.

Dumbledore glanced at Lockhart with a meaningful look. Lockhart was always very popular, and this time even Headmaster Dawn was speaking up for him.

Given this situation, Lockhart becoming a professor at Hogwarts doesn't seem like a bad thing.

"Let me think about it, Gilderoy. You know, there's still a summer break before school starts."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he got up and left, as if he had said something that had nothing to do with him.

But Lockhart knew that for Dumbledore, not explicitly refusing meant agreeing.

He raised his glass and exchanged a smile with Dawn.

Besides the principal, pure-blooded families from various countries also have seats.

Jericho, Maxi, and Marcus sat together, but Leon was the only one missing.

When Leon parted ways with them, he said with a gloomy face that he must expand the influence of the Mincherm family next year.

Lilith was also there, sitting with the Plivik family and a group of pure-blood wives.

Lady Malfoy was among them, surrounded by a group of purebloods, and men kept trying to talk to her.

Madame Malfoy coldly refused, her mind preoccupied with Moriarty's invitation to Fleur to dance.

Opposite her, on the left side of the dance floor, the Delacour family was celebrating.

"Congratulations on becoming the prince's dance partner!"

Gabrielle held up a cream cake and gave Hibiscus a big smile.

Furong picked up her younger sister and carried her to her parents' side; the family embraced each other.

Before long, Moriarty came over and took Hibiscus away, and a long purple-gold carpet was laid out from the dance floor all the way to the entrance.

The dance party started promptly at 7 p.m.

The melodious music turned into rousing, victorious music as the champions entered, with Moriarty and Fleur leading the way.

The Flint family provided fireworks for the ball; the moment they appeared, fireworks burst forth and bursts of light illuminated the sky.

Hyprosay has become the only city in the Western Hemisphere that never sleeps.

Amidst the attention of the crowd, Moriarty, dressed in a well-tailored suit, wore a refined smile.

Hibiscus was wearing a very simple white dress, and her whole body seemed to radiate a strong silver light.

Normally, she is so radiant that she makes others pale in comparison, but today, the silver light makes everyone even more beautiful.

Diana, Tonks, Penelope, and Gemma watched them from the stands, feeling a pang of sadness.

Standing prominently among a group of chairs, Dumbledore brandished his Elder Wand high, and a shower of silver stars fell upon Moriarty and Fleur, swirling around them.

Lockhart led the applause and cheers, and Dumbledore conjured up the Bird of Paradise and the little golden bell, which floated in mid-air. People cheered, and the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic.

After doing all this, Dumbledore turned and left, wandering around the field. Seeing the jealousy in the eyes of the Japanese players, he always felt unsafe there.

Dumbledore unleashed a tremendous amount of magic, spreading out like a cloud and enveloping the entire main stadium, using the magnitude of the magic to count the number of people.

To his surprise, all seven players from the Japanese team were seated neatly in their chairs.

Dumbledore judged from the cold aura they exuded that they were still angry.

On the contrary, the whereabouts of seven Polish players are unknown.

"Poland?"

Dumbledore withdrew his magic and calmly considered the undercurrents beneath the surface of the ball.

The Japanese team is clearly unusual.

If the Japanese team wants to retaliate against Moriarty, now is the perfect time.

Dumbledore glanced at the dance floor, where Moriarty and Fleur were waltzing.

However, the Japanese team didn't make a move, while the Polish team disappeared.

A sense of foreboding flashed through Dumbledore's mind; the situation was becoming increasingly unpredictable...

Suddenly, seven bright lights flashed in the sky, forming a strange symbol that looked like a triangular eye.

The strange symbols grew larger in the air, flashing with an eerie blue light!

Without exception, the audience in the stands, the men and women dancing in the dance floor, and the dignitaries in the seats continued dancing and chatting.

Everyone else treated the strange symbols like celebratory fireworks, but Dumbledore stood there dumbfounded.

A chill ran up from his feet to his head, and Dumbledore involuntarily narrowed his pupils, his azure eyes flashing with a complex expression of reminiscence and fear.

"The symbol of the Deathly Hallows! Grindelwald..."

Dumbledore didn't know what tone he used when he said that name. Seven beams of magical light fell from the sky, and an explosion came from the ground.

"Bang!"

The dance floor, chairs, and stands were attacked and quickly caught fire. People screamed, chaos ensued, and the audience fled in all directions. Many people were seen teleporting.

Moriarty escorted Fleur out of the dance floor, and looking up, he saw beams of magical light whizzing through the air, hurtling straight down towards him!

"Whirlwind Cut!"

Moriarty brandished his fir wand, conjuring a massive wind blade that shattered the incoming spells one by one.

"Their target might be me," Moriarty said to Fleur. "You and your family should leave immediately. I'll send Marcus to escort you."

"No, I want to stay." Fleur grabbed Moriarty's hand.

Moriarty withdrew his hand, raised his wand, and released a beam of green light into the air, which transformed into a huge silver serpent.

As if it were a signal, several loud shouts soon rang out from the chaotic scene.

"Slytherin Silver Serpent!"

"Yes, sir!"

"teacher!"

Moriarty saw Jericho, Marcus, Leon, and several Slytherin purebloods running toward him.

They ran with great difficulty, large crowds scattered and fled, and curses continued to fall from the sky.

Meanwhile, Diana escorted the women down from the stands.

The wizards of the Canadian Ministry of Magic were busy escorting dignitaries and paid no attention to wizards from other countries, causing the fire to grow larger and larger.

People kept falling, and the curses that fell turned into heart-piercing curses, shattering curses, and soul-stealing curses, with several death-reaping curses falling from time to time!

The Hogwarts professors launched a counterattack together, but they couldn't hit their targets.

"The attackers can fly!"

Professor McGonagall said seriously.

The attackers who dared to attack Hyprose, a gathering place for 100,000 wizards, were not only incredibly audacious but also formidable in strength.

Judging from the number of spells that fell, this was not an attack by one person, but by a group of people!

Besides the Death Eaters, were there any other wizarding organizations of similar size in Europe?

No one could guess the attacker's identity, and Moriarty thought of the Japanese team.

However, the Japanese team players rode Nimbus 1990S, flying low in the air, talking while dodging the curse of attacks.

"Tsukamura? Is he one of yours?" the magician roared angrily at Tsukamura Kogoro.

The magician was dancing with a beautiful woman when he was suddenly attacked. If he hadn't shielded the woman, he might have been dead.

"Reporting to you, sir, they are not my men. All my men are here; there are only six of us. The guild master only sent six of us to help you!"

Kogoro Tsukamura explained, half puzzled and half helpless.

"Fuck!" the magician cursed, the sudden attack having completely disrupted their plans.

"Sir, perhaps they are from your side?" Kogoro Tsukamura asked tentatively.

"Impossible!" the magician roared. "Are you a pig? The Fallen Raven only awakens and descends after it has absorbed enough darkness from people's hearts, but have you seen it awaken?"

Even if the BOSS sends someone else, he won't make a move while the Fallen Raven is asleep!

Besides Moriarty, there's Dumbledore down there too! Whoever it is, going out now is suicide!

"Yes, yes, yes..."

Kogoro Tsukamura lowered his head, his eyes darting around, and then he smiled slyly, "Sir, Moriarty and Dumbledore will definitely fight those people in the sky. Perhaps we can profit from the chaos..."

"Oh?" A glint of light flashed in the magician's eyes.

"We'll do it like this..."

Kogoro Tsukamura quickly offered a suggestion, while Lilith's exquisite face flashed through his mind.

(End of this chapter)