Chapter 485 Ariana's Admission Notice

Voldemort needs to spread his terror to every corner of the magic world. His goal is to make those wizards and dark creatures who have succumbed to "oppression" realize that following him will bring unprecedented benefits.

In the past, he and his Death Eaters would leave the terrifying Dark Mark at the crime scene to show their existence and power. But this approach is too slow and still works in the British magic world.

America across the Atlantic is more vast, and Voldemort realized that he needed a more powerful and rapid communication tool. This tool must surpass the speed and effect of the wizard newspaper to spread his own ideas and methods.

When he watched Roger's live broadcast about Regulus, he immediately realized the extraordinary value of the Dragon Crystal Mirror. Such an efficient propaganda tool should not be used as a record player for the Ministry of Magic to play music, but should be a mouthpiece for him to spread dark thoughts.

Voldemort gently stroked the frame of the magic mirror with his pale and slender fingers. His eyes were fixed on the traces of magic left in the mirror, trying to restore the full function of the Dragon Crystal Mirror.

After a spell flew into the mirror, several black and yellow fireworks exploded instantly. The mirror made a tooth-grinding creaking sound, as if it would break in the next moment.

He quickly stopped his wand and cast other spells. Again and again, none of them worked.

"Damn mirror!" Voldemort's eyes were cold as ice, and his patience was being worn out by successive failures.

He twisted his neck and looked at every detail of the mirror over and over again with his resentful eyes.

He saw R.T's black signature behind the mirror, as if laughing at his failure and incompetence. The network of blood vessels under the skin became more and more obvious as his anger intensified.

Every attempt to repair it was like carving a scar in his heart. Voldemort waved his wand again unwillingly, and shot four powerful spells at the mirror in succession. The power of the spell surged on the mirror, and the mirror began to tremble, making a faint sound of collapse.

He immediately stopped casting spells and summoned a Death Eater to test whether the repaired dragon crystal mirror could be effective.

Kakachacha... sizzle...

The mirror in the Death Eater's hand made a tooth-grinding noise, and the magic kept bursting. It was impossible to hear a word. The picture was also seriously distorted. Voldemort's face seemed to be a postmodern art work depicting pain and despair.

"Master, do you want to order another one?"

"You mean, my magic skills are not as good as those of Hogwarts students?" Voldemort answered with cold anger. His cold snake eyes stared at the Death Eater, as if he could freeze people through his eyes. "Go to the newspapers in the American wizarding world. I want them to report everything that happened here!"

He didn't believe it. Without the dragon crystal magic mirror, couldn't he spread his terror? Moreover, he had a more important thing to do, which was to find the prophecy ball in the Department of Mysteries.

More than 20 years ago, when Trelawney made a prophecy for Dumbledore, Snape was eavesdropping beside him. Then, he was quickly driven away, only bringing back a small part of the prophecy for Voldemort.

The crazy prophetess stayed at Hogwarts all day, and Voldemort had almost no chance to attack her to obtain the complete prophecy. Therefore, he had to find another way to reveal the full content of the prophecy.

He had failed once, and this time, there must be no mistakes.

While Voldemort was weaving his conspiracy, the goblins and wizards of Gringotts could finally breathe a sigh of relief. The magma deep underground stopped its surge, and the hot air began to gradually cool down.

The source of all this, Travis Manor, where the magma kept bubbling in the well, and the large and small bubbles burst with a puffing sound. The pungent smell of sulfur kept gushing out from the ground, and Roger had to use magic to purify the air.

"Are we going to fill this up?" Hermione asked curiously, "It would be too dangerous if we accidentally fell in."

Roger thought for a moment, summoned several tons of stones, and cleverly piled them into the shape of a crater.

While carefully adjusting the position of the stones, he explained: "This was originally a forge built by the goblins for me. Since it has become like this, it is better to transform it into an underground fire furnace."

"If they dare to come again next time, they will just fall directly into the magma and be burned to ashes." He cast several heavy obstacles in succession to ensure that no invader could rush out. Of course, they would not fall in. You can even step on the wellhead and feel the burning heat under your feet.

In addition, he dug several new diversion channels on the rock wall, leading to the nearby coastline, to ensure that the magma would not flow into the manor.

After moving Lech back to the rockery, the whole manor returned to peace. In the live news broadcast that night, Percy once again assured all wizards in the magic world in the mirror that Gringotts was still the safest place for their funds. The underground magma did not cause any damage to Gringotts.

The Ministry of Magic even used a projector to show the inside of the Gringotts vault to the outside world for the first time. With Percy's clear and pleasant voice, people's panic was calmed, and the wizards who had flocked to Gringotts began to disperse.

At the end of the news, Percy reported in a brief and firm tone that the headquarters of the American Magic Congress was attacked by dark wizards. However, Amelia did not intend to make more detailed information public.

Yes, the war has begun. But the good news is that this war took place in the American magic world across the Atlantic. Voldemort and his Death Eaters are thousands of miles away from here. Amelia secretly hopes that they will stay there forever and not cross the Atlantic to disturb the peace here.

If all the dark wizards and dark creatures respond to Voldemort's call and move to the American magic world. Then, the public security situation in the British magic world will be significantly improved.

As for other magic circles on the European continent, they are watching from the sidelines with a mentality of watching the show. They know that even if Voldemort and his followers attack back, the British magic world will have to become the first line of defense on the European continent. In this way, their own safety will be guaranteed.

"Look, they are using my projector!" Hermione wrapped in a bathrobe, excitedly shaking her feet on the sofa.

She pointed at the white machine in the mirror and explained its functions and uses to Ariana in detail. Ariana listened quietly, occasionally asking questions in a low voice to understand how some technical details were implemented.

Hermione felt unprecedented satisfaction and talked endlessly, and her desire to be a teacher was greatly satisfied.

At Hogwarts, the Gryffindor classmates did not like to listen to Hermione's popular science, and even gave her the nickname "know-it-all" to mock her. In the Jackdaw Society, each member has his own pride and will not listen to her preaching like students.

Ariana is like a closest friend, always listening to everything you say.

In just a few months, Hermione has regarded Ariana as her best friend. She told her how magical the castle of Hogwarts was: those movable stairs, portraits that can speak, and those rooms that can change according to one's heart... The conversation between the two is always so speculative and so pleasant.

They talked until late at night, and Hermione saw Ariana fall asleep, so she tiptoed to the next door. She took off her white bathrobe and felt that the night after the battle was so busy.

"I feel that my magic power has become stronger recently." Hermione hummed in a low voice and shook herself without any instruction.

On her invisible skin, there was a layer of purple-black mental power from Rogge. Rogge seemed to be able to feel her intentions, and no matter how strong or how fast, he could hit her heart accurately.

After a few minutes, Hermione gave up resistance and let Rogge tease her.

"That must be my credit." Rogge put the gun mount on his shoulder and whispered, "Tomorrow morning, your magic power will definitely become stronger."

"Huh, liar!" Hermione rolled her eyes at him, her tone became trembling, and she sang a series of exciting choruses, "Those snake people... um... don't tell the Ministry of Magic?"

"Forget it." Rogge immediately blocked her mouth, and with suffocating enthusiasm, let Hermione forget the horrible and bloody scene in the pit during the day.

They both needed to relax, forget the scene of tens of thousands of snakemen self-destructing, and the pool of emerald green blood. Especially Roger, whose soul was almost poisoned, so he needed comfort even more.

The Ministry of Magic was also fighting all night, but their battlefield was not in bed like Roger and Hermione, but in the Minister's office. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder, and everyone was expressing their position.

Dumbledore was severely condemning Amelia's previous retreat, which he believed was an indulgence of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, and an abandonment of the New York Muggles.

"Albus, what you said makes sense. But I also have reasons to retreat!" Amelia took out a document and handed it to Dumbledore, "Four years ago, the International Magical Confederation passed a resolution. Wizards must obtain the consent of the magic community before they can carry out cross-border pursuits."

"Today, I have violated the law and brought all the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic to support the Magical Congress of the United States!" Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, falling on the American wizards who retreated with them, "Mr. Chairman, this law is strongly requested by you to be reviewed, and it has been supported by most of the magic community."

"I really want to send Aurors to help you Recover New York, but you should act on your own. "Amelia tapped her wand lightly on the globe, pointing to a point on the east coast of America and said, "New York is just one of the cities, you still have room to resist."

She changed the subject and sneered: "Mr. Albus has saved all of you, do you still want to abandon your compatriots and take refuge with us?"

"Gentlemen and ladies, you must realize that today's American wizarding world is independent, not a branch of us!" She said this to the American wizards, but she meant to remind Dumbledore to recognize his position.

If Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix want to go to support the American wizards, Amelia will support them with both hands and feet. However, they cannot kidnap the British wizarding world and let the British wizards save a group of traitors.

Deep in Amelia's heart, there is even a hope. That is, Voldemort can completely destroy everything in the American wizarding world, and eventually the British wizarding world will kill him and take back this "branch" that has been independent for many years.

"Mr. Albus, in addition to being the chief judge of the Wizengamot, you are also the headmaster of Hogwarts." She reminded, and then said in a warning tone: "I don't want Susan and her classmates to be dragged into the war by your Order of the Phoenix. Children need an environment where they can grow up safely, not a life-and-death battle on the battlefield."

Dumbledore's face became serious, and he was dissatisfied with Amelia's words. He believed that Ms. Amelia, who was once upright and rigorous, had been eroded by the power of the minister.

A fierce quarrel broke out between the two. According to insiders, "The Ministry of Magic is like a black cloud, full of lightning and thunder."

Amelia would never give in and would never allow the staff of the Ministry to take risks on the other side. The American wizards anxiously interrupted many times, insisting that the Ministry of Magic must be held responsible for the crimes of the Dark Lord. Because Voldemort is a British wizard, his actions should be held accountable by the British wizarding community.

The next morning, three owls landed on the manor. Kreacher received the letter and served his master as usual.

Its big eyes stared at the awakened mudblood on the bed with contempt, thinking that she had tarnished the noble bloodline of its master. Privately, Kreacher often muttered bad things about Hermione, thinking that Hermione was a poisonous insect like a foxy woman who would tarnish Travis's honor.

Whenever Kreacher tried to remind his master, Rogue would always warn him in a stern tone, asking him to recognize his identity. Kreacher had to shut up and return to his position as a slave.

Throughout the holiday, Kreacher had to provide the same service to Hermione in addition to preparing toiletries and clothes for his master.

"The seductive mudblood climbed onto the master's bed!" It cursed loudly in its heart, but on the surface it had to remain respectful.

Rogue shook his head secretly, no longer holding out hope for its transformation.

"Whose letter?" Hermione was naked, lying on Rogue's back. Her fingers went around his armpits and moved the letter in his hand.

"School is about to start, and the school has sent us books to prepare for the new semester." Roger held her horizontally with his backhand and kept tickling her sensitive parts.

Hermione laughed and screamed, struggling to get rid of Roger's clutches. As she was waiting for Roger's further action, Roger suddenly stopped. Her heart was suspended in the air, and she climbed up with her hands and feet.

"What's wrong?" Hermione pressed close and let out a satisfied hum.

Roger pointed to the last letter and said, "Ariana's admission notice."

"Ariana?!" Hermione stopped shaking and looked at the envelope, "She is already fifteen years old. Has she never been to school?"

"Never." Roger shook his head and freed one hand to put the letter on the bedside table, "I really want to know which college she will be sorted to by the Sorting Hat."

"Gryffindor!" Hermione couldn't help screaming as soon as she said it. I don't know if it was because of her curiosity about Ariana's sorting or because of the thrust below.

"That's not necessarily true. What if it's Slytherin, the one who trains dark wizards?" Roger raised a wicked smile. Neither of them gave in, and both wanted to win over the other.

It seemed that as long as they could decide the winner here, they could decide the Sorting Hat's idea and let Ariana enter their respective colleges.

Roger still had the upper hand in the contest with Hermione. He looked at the letter on the table and understood that the final decision was in the hands of the Sorting Hat (Dumbledore) and Ariana.