A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 1035 The Capitol Building

It's honestly quite embarrassing that one of the four schools in the alliance was kicked out and replaced by the others.

That's understandable.

At the Vienna Conference two years ago, the Education Department of the International Wizarding Federation released the latest round of assessments on magic education.

Hogwarts' overall school ranking is only barely average, but its danger rating is S+.

The report also highlighted in red: applying for the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts is not recommended.

The other three schools hosting the potion tournament are all ranked among the top, and given that Britain is at war, it's normal that they wouldn't want to play with you.

It's not that I look down on them; Hogwarts is, after all, a long-established and prestigious school with a history of wealth.

And then there's Dumbledore, such a great god.

Winning against a school like that would certainly be a source of pride.

But winning is taken for granted, while losing is embarrassing, making the school rankings seem unreliable, like a shoddy list.

Will we lose?

Of course it will happen when a school produces genius wizards like William and Hermione, who are famous all over the world.

Half of the students at their own school are fans of both of them, and the other half see William and Hermione as rivals in love...

This... you'd have to win with your head.

Therefore, the other schools really can't afford to compete.

But here's the question: out of so many schools, why did they choose Iphamoni?

This moment was particularly sensitive, and William suddenly realized:

"Is this potion tournament for that snakewood?"

Babling nodded helplessly.

"Besides the golden cauldron, the headmaster decided to award some of the leaves to the winning school."

William chuckled; Iphamoni was being generous this time.

Slytherin's wand, one of the nine Deathly Hallows, is transformed into a snakewood, the leaves of which possess magical healing properties.

It is said to be able to revive the dead and heal flesh and bones. Drinking it as tea daily can also prolong life.

Whether it's an exaggeration or not, its annual output is limited, and Iphamoni never gives it to outsiders.

Even a professor like Barberin, who works at the university, only gets a limited number of leaves.

This time, however, they generously offered it as a prize, indicating that they had realized something was amiss.

That's quite normal; that Pukchi who followed Aesop had lived for at least three hundred years.

It would be perfectly logical for him to notice the anomaly and then inform Principal Yullari Hicks.

Hicks, however, was even more daring, directly using the leaves as a price to form an alliance with the other three schools.

The competition is just a pretext; the real goal is to protect the snakewood tree from being taken away by others!

After all, compared to the tree, the leaves are the least valuable thing.

"So, what's the situation in the cave at the base now?" Hermione asked curiously.

"The longhorned water snake has been driven away, and that Pukchi is guarding the area around the roots day and night; no one can get close," Baburin said.

That horned water snake was truly pitiful; it appeared in Aesop's dream and gave him its horn... It took hundreds of years of digging to finally create a passage.

I never expected that just when things were almost done, the fruits of my labor would be snatched away. Calling him the ultimate wage slave is an understatement.

Where can it go to reason with anyone?

"Besides that Pukchi, there are three other professors from different schools..." Barbling paused and continued.

"And the Aurors of the Magic Council are stationed in Iphamoni."

With the snakewood leaves as payment, the other schools also contributed significantly.

As a matter of utmost importance, Ifamoni naturally receives strict protection from the US Congress.

In addition, Tom's prison break last time caused such a big commotion.

Appalachian prison is not too far from Ifamoni.

The Aurors stationed here can also serve as a watchdog.

Therefore, the situation is now quite clear.

To protect the snakewood, Iphamoni put four layers of protection on it!

The school itself is a military fortress.

Besides Pukki, a magical creature that has lived for hundreds of years, there are also four school teachers protecting them.

With the Aurors stationed there... it's truly an impregnable fortress.

"Does that mean we have no chance of getting the Slytherin wand?" Hermione asked, frowning.

William patted her head and laughed, "No, Hermione, we're not in a hurry."

Tom is the one in a hurry now; he'll figure out a solution.

Tom is the one who most wants the Slytherin wand, after all, he has been plotting for four years since his resurrection.

Even in this situation, he must have a way to get the Slytherin wand.

William and his group, on the other hand, decided to remain still and wait, so they could take advantage of the chaos... Otherwise, what would be the point of creating a disguise like "Tagrian"?

Iphamoni is the cicada that has been hiding in the ground for seventeen years. This Easter, it will finally emerge and climb up the vines.

Tom is a snake, coiled up in a tree, ready to eat a cicada; William is a sea eagle, circling in mid-air.

Be ready to deliver a fatal blow to the snake at any time!

Therefore, patience is the most important thing.

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William advised Hermione to be patient, while Tom, far away in Washington, D.C., was rather impatient.

The grandfather clock chimed once, and Tom looked up at it.

There are fifteen minutes left before the battle begins.

He strode toward the living room, walking down a corridor lined with several priceless Italian antiques—Piranesi's etchings, Savonarola's chair, and a Bugarini silver oil lamp.

This is the home of a Muggle official, but it has now been requisitioned as a temporary meeting place.

As he passed the floor-to-ceiling windows, he looked out at the building, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

The bright dome of the U.S. Capitol stands like a lighthouse against the dark winter night sky.

But today, this lighthouse is about to collapse.

After he entered the main living room, he saw many Purge agents standing there, all wearing masks, staring at the young executive who had recently been promoted.

Despite his youth, he possesses great charm and influence, especially this man who entered Appalachian prison alone and led a group of criminals on an escape.

This is the true wizard leader who can lead the Purgers to glory.

Therefore, witnessed by high-ranking officials, Tom was promoted to the thirty-third rank in a secret ceremony before Christmas—the highest rank specifically for opposing the Magic Congress.

His first order was to storm the U.S. Capitol.

But there was no questioning from those who were purging; there was only fanaticism.

Tom looked at everyone, a slight smile playing on his lips:

"I want to create a new America according to my vision, where every artist needs a blank canvas, so... all of this has to disappear."

"Go, storm the Capitol, take it over, and I will wipe Washington, D.C."

Everyone rushed out.

Only Tom, with a faint smile on his lips, gazed at the building.

That's the treasure trove; it's buried somewhere there.

Only a handful of people know of its existence... and even fewer know of its awe-inspiring power and ingenious methods of concealment.

"Now, it's open its doors to me," Tom thought.

Earlier, he had gone to the wrong place, thinking he was hiding in the Appalachian prison.

But this time... there won't be any mistakes!