From Azkaban to Hogwarts.

"Roaring Letter!"

Bagman's amplified voice was full of schadenfreude, "Porter used a spell similar to a roaring letter, sealing his voice into his sleeve. Oh, Durmstrang's warriors haven't realized anything's wrong yet. This is really, too much..."

He was about to burst out laughing, so he could only feign regret and abruptly end the conversation.

Karkaroff, who had seen everything from the outside, was now practically cursing—he knew what magical creatures were inside as soon as the match started, and now Harry had drawn them all over.

What's worse is that the trophy, which was originally firmly guarded, now has a weak point in its defenses. He absolutely will not bury his head in the sand like that the child won't notice anything!

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"Almost there, almost there, we're almost there!"

"The trophy's protection had a serious lapse, and Porter seized the opportunity!"

Bagman's face was burning with excitement—a huge sum of Galleons was right in front of him. If Harry and his friends were the first to pick up the trophy, then his massive debts would be nothing!

"Go for it, Potter, you're the best!"

Despite knowing that no one could hear him from inside, Bagman still encouraged them, saying, "The opportunity to wipe out all the debt is right in front of us!"

They were less than fifty meters away, and there were no more traps on this side!

However, just as Bagman's eyes were about to pop out, several Aurors rushed into the scene.

"The game is stopped!"

"The Triwizard Tournament is suspended!"

They set off warning fireworks as they ran, which drew shouts of dissatisfaction from the crowd.

But the rapidly amplified voice drowned out all other voices: "The Triwizard Tournament is terminated! In accordance with the official notification issued today by the Magical Congress of the United States to our Ministry of Magic, Ilvermorny has officially announced her withdrawal from the tournament and requested that the tournament results be frozen to prevent the purging of evidence!"

"At the same time, they accused the former principal of colluding with Death Eaters to buy places and then using a large amount of school funds for gambling and betting in order to obtain a large amount of illegal profits."

"Currently, the former headmaster has been nominated for removal by the Board of Trustees, who have entrusted the Auror Office to arrest him in order to hand him over to the Ilvermorny School and the Magical Congress of the United States for investigation and prosecution."

"Furthermore, according to some witnesses, he may have had a fairly close relationship with the notorious Purgers."

"Therefore, my Auror office lawfully arrested him and handed him over to the U.S. Auror."

The leading Auror loudly announced the news, which stunned everyone present.

At that moment, a golden firework lit up the maze, and then Harry appeared in the largest campfire, holding a cup.

The staff member was stunned for a moment before remembering his task and riding a broom to bring all the team members out one by one—but at this moment, no one could focus their attention on them.

The judges' side was in complete chaos. Apart from Dumbledore, who maintained a basic level of composure, everyone's eyes were on Ilfamoni, the headmaster.

"This is an arrest warrant, jointly issued by both Ministries of Magic—"

The lead Auror did not point his wand at the tribunal—because Dumbledore was there—but he resolutely stepped forward and handed the arrest warrant to Dumbledore, who then passed it on.

"You must be kidding, that's Principal Iphamoni!"

Moody's face showed an incredulous expression—the Triwizard Tournament was important, but compared to what was happening right now, it seemed insignificant.

Even the Hogwarts students were no longer concerned about the competition. They all looked at each other with surprise, and then turned their gaze to Ilfamoni's students, hoping to get answers from them.

But the surprise in their eyes was more profound than anyone else's...

The game was suddenly paused—in the final moments.

Chapter 492 The Dark Lord's Ambition

As the Auror handed the arrest warrant to Dumbledore, William and the others stood up and kept a close eye on him—if the headmaster let the headmaster, Ilvermorny, slip away, they would pretend to stop him.

If the headmaster hadn't gone easy on them—then they wouldn't have stood a chance. Given that Apparition is strictly forbidden at Hogwarts, the fact that they managed to escape Dumbledore's grasp only means that Dumbledore was being lenient.

To William's surprise, Principal Nora, aside from expressing shock, did not pull out her wand to resist arrest, nor did she appear overly flustered.

"So many charges, such a sudden attack—where is Gilbert?"

The leading Auror glanced at Mr. Crouch, who looked somewhat surprised, in the referee's seat, and only responded after seeing him nod slightly.

“We are unaware that the esteemed officials who visited the Ministry of Magic did not have that professor. Please hand over your wand, Mr. Nora, and don’t make things too ugly.”

"He's not in now?"

The former headmaster of Ilfamoni smiled, his expression becoming more composed. He then took a wand from his pocket and handed it to the still tense Auror, before continuing to inquire, "And what about our students? How will they leave Hogwarts and return home? Who will be in charge?"

"There will be someone in charge, and the British magical community will treat every guest with respect."

"Great, I have no more questions. Let's go."

Former Headmaster Ilvermorny smiled and took a step forward. The Aurors quickly surrounded him on both sides. Apart from leaving two Aurors to explain the ins and outs of the incident, the rest began to escort the former headmaster toward the gates of Hogwarts.

At this moment, Iphamoni's students realized how terrible things had happened. Several students who had come to participate in the selection rushed over to try to stop the Aurors, while two of the four warriors also rushed out to try to protect their headmaster.

But they were scolded and sent back by their own principal before they could run over.

"Go back! There will be wizards to take care of you and help you. This is not something students should interfere with!"

As the Aurors took the former headmistress away, the entire arena suddenly descended into chaos—the Triwizard Tournament suddenly seemed a distant memory, and everyone began discussing what mistakes Headmistress Nora had made to create the current situation.

Fortunately, Dumbledore was still there. After listening briefly to the Auror's report on the development of the situation, he left the referee's seat and walked quickly to the center of the field.

"As the Ministry of Magic has announced, this year's Triwizard Tournament is suspended. The results will be discussed by the judges and announced at a later date," Dumbledore announced loudly. "Alright, go back to the common room and enjoy the good old days before the summer holidays."

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"Just for that kind of crime, a highly respected principal was publicly arrested without any dignity? There's something wrong, definitely something wrong. There's absolutely something seriously wrong within Ifamoni!"

As the professors returned to the faculty lounge, Professor Taylor said indignantly.

"Those charges aren't even enough to expel a school's principal, let alone warrant such an undignified public arrest!"

"Yes, the Ministry of Magic in America is acting like they've gone mad, desperately looking for a scapegoat, as if they urgently need him to go back and take the blame for something. Even if he has connections with those Purgers, at most he'll just have to resign and leave his post..."

Students may not know, but most professors are familiar with the term "Purgers." They are a group of vultures that fly in at the smell of rotting flesh. They were wizard mercenaries who had some law enforcement powers before the Magical Congress of the United States was established. Both Muggles and wizards in the United States deeply resent these people.

Something's fishy...

William mingled among the professors, thinking about what had just happened while exchanging words with Lupin and Moody.

"Judging from the Aurors' efficiency and Mr. Crouch's surprised look, even he was unaware of the Aurors' operation this time..."

He meticulously analyzed the situation, "Think about it, why did the Aurors so eager to stop the match?"

"The winner is Harry. I believe that after all the commotion last year, there shouldn't be many Aurors who wouldn't recognize Harry—"

Lupin tilted his head slightly, but ultimately said nothing.

"So, they knew perfectly well that Hogwarts had won the championship, but they still didn't change their minds and declare the result valid. And Dumbledore and the remaining Aurors, after communicating with each other, didn't fight for the honor we deserved..."

"Therefore, I think it's highly likely that the Aurors were given a direct order to suspend the match—but what's the point?"

"Framed? Secretly claiming that Iphamoni bet money he lost, and then linking that to that principal?"

Moody chimed in.

"That possibility cannot be ruled out. Intentionally losing a match to earn money can indeed severely damage a person's good reputation..."

William nodded in agreement. "But that old headmaster who has worked at Evermorny for half his life is about to retire in a few years. Who would go to such lengths to destroy him? And who has the audacity to mobilize so many resources to ruin him?"

He frowned. "Strange, very strange. Overthrowing that principal would inevitably create many enemies, and it's absolutely impossible for a stranger to gain such power within the school so quickly..."

"Moreover, I always feel like this matter is somewhat familiar, but I don't know where this sense of familiarity comes from..."

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"Your method is very similar, Lucius."

Inside Malfoy Manor, Malfoy, as the owner, was suppressing his reluctance and defiance, while putting on a face that was full of welcoming intent.

“I can’t think of any similar place, Albus.”

"Moreover, I truly don't know who was behind this. Now I'm stuck in the manor, deaf and mute..."

Lucius spread his hands, revealing an innocent-looking face.

"Two years ago, after the incident involving the Chamber of Secrets broke out, I remember you came to Hogwarts with a letter signed by many school board members, just like that."

Dumbledore whispered a hint, "Now, I'd like to hear how you did it back then."

If he weren't outmatched, Lucius would have loved to draw his wand right now and have a fierce duel with this old geezer in front of him, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Therefore, Dumbledore easily obtained everything he had done back then—just as Dumbledore thought, all Lucius did was contact opponents, threaten supporters, and then use incentives to win over others, it was that simple.

"that's it?"

That's all.

"Well then, I'm leaving now, Lucius. Aren't you going to see me off?"

"No need. If there is a next time, I hope I will visit you in your office rather than receive uninvited guests at my estate."

“If you have any questions, it’s only a matter of respect to ask them in person, Lucius.”

Dumbledore said very politely, "Then just pretend you saw me to the door and said goodbye politely."

As he spoke, he walked out the door, then Apparated away, leaving Lucius behind, who finally began his standard aristocratic cursing.

-

"Now, this side is ours."

Standing in his office on the top floor of the castle, the resurrected Voldemort finally laughed—although this castle had absolutely no historical foundation compared to Hogwarts, although everything here, including the sorting system, was modeled after Hogwarts, and although even its ceiling couldn't change with the weather, at least it was his.

Bertha sat nervously in her chair, her eyes filled with panic—in just over two months, she had gone from a street vendor outside the school to someone sitting in the principal's office.

The decor here is completely different from the Hogwarts Headmaster's office. There are no oil paintings covering the walls, only luxurious decorations and shelves of precious books.

“You’ll have to wait a little longer, Bertha. It’s not the time for you to make a public appearance yet. We just united some guys who were unhappy with the school and then expelled that old guy who had been wasting it. Those guys didn’t even have the most basic beliefs.”

"No rush, Bertha, just wait a while. This school will be my reward for you. You will be the one with the final say here—this is Voldemort's best reward for his loyal supporters."

"Next, let's return this spot to the lucky person who temporarily occupied it. You'll need to work for a while longer."

"Yes, Lord Dark Lord."

"Then, let's go see our new Death Eaters—and the best of the reserve Death Eaters that the old man took away. When will they be back?"

Voldemort turned his head, his scarlet eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

"We have already asked our allies to exert maximum pressure..."