Chapter 93 Hype

Harry's brain seemed to be burned out, and he felt that everything today was like a dream.

First, he tied with Cedric for first place, and was teleported to a small cemetery when they held the trophy together.

He witnessed the gathering of the Death Eaters, witnessed Cedric's death, and was forced to become the material for Voldemort's resurrection.

After escaping a life-and-death catastrophe, he saw Cedric's resurrection before he could feel sad.

Just when he was about to be happy, who would have thought that Gretel would fly up and announce his withdrawal from Hogwarts.

All of this happened too intensively, and Harry felt that his little head was about to burn.

But it was not just Harry who didn't understand, everyone present couldn't understand what happened today.

Dumbledore's frown never relaxed, and Harry thought Dumbledore was worried about him at first.

Taking in the expressions of the people around him, Harry suddenly felt a little confused. What happened at the scene after he was taken away by the door key?

Snape, who was always cold and unwilling to show any extra expression, why did he look so sad?

Until the flyers were scattered all over everyone.

Then someone woke up from a dream and exhaled the breath that had been raised to the throat for a long time.

If you want to say who reacted the fastest, it was undoubtedly the crazy girl Luna. She didn't even wait for the flyer to fall to the ground.

She stood up and stretched her fingers to the falling flyer, and couldn't wait to read it.

After reading it quickly, she lowered her arms and looked at the distant night sky.

Now she seemed to understand a little why Grete said to her when talking to her, 'Luna, in this world, there are some things that must be done by someone, just like Harry must defeat the mysterious man, and we are the same, we also have things we must do.

You are a very spiritual girl, maybe one day in the future, we can become partners.

But not now, your attitude towards life is completely different from our group of people.

If one day in the future, you are no longer so detached, and can personally feel the most repressed feelings of the wizard group, I will open the door to welcome you. ’

To be honest, she felt that there was nothing wrong with the life of a wizard. She had not seen so many weird things.

Even if she learned something new every day, she might not be able to know everything by the time she was old and weak, not to mention that she could study many things for several days without sleep.

She did not think that the life of wizards was depressing, but she could feel that when Gretel said these words, she was sincere and did not deceive her at all.

So, when the professors stood up and asked everyone to hand in the flyer thrown by Penelope, Luna rolled up the flyer and hid it in her fluffy and messy light golden hair.

Dumbledore also saw the content of the flyer. Indistinctly, he seemed to see a towering hand that was about to hold the magic world tightly in its hand.

However, the most important thing now was not Gretel's dawn, but Voldemort who returned with Harry's blood.

For a moment, Dumbledore felt that he was really old. He didn't know how to deal with these problems.

Fortunately, Harry's feverish little head finally woke up from the shutdown, and he felt the pain coming from his head again.

Ever since he met Voldemort, the severe pain has never subsided.

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"Principal Dumbledore, Voldemort is resurrected."

Harry suppressed the painful groan that was about to come out of his mouth and said to Dumbledore.

"Good boy, we already know, you should rest first, we will send you to the infirmary."

Moody squeezed over and half carried and half dragged Harry from the old and thin principal.

"Dumbledore, I will take him to the infirmary."

Looking at Professor Moody's anxious face, Harry, who was in so much pain that he was almost unconscious, squeezed out a smile: "Professor, I'm fine, I just feel a little sleepy..."

After experiencing so many things in one night and being injured, Harry felt really tired when he saw familiar people surrounding him and spitting out caring words one by one.

Moody took Harry out of the crowd, crossed the grass and the lake, and returned to the castle.

"I sent you to him, you poor little devil, you have no chance to defeat him, ha, even if you escape back, I will defeat you for him.

I want to let him know that I am the most loyal, I can take any risk for him, now, I will kill you for him.

I will be the most favored of all the Death Eaters, I will be his favorite and closest supporter...better than his son..."

Moody raised his wand, his madness was about to burst out from the only good eye left.

Just when he was about to recite the spell, a dazzling red light shot in, mixed with the sound of the door breaking, the entire office door broke into pieces.

Moody was knocked unconscious by Dumbledore.

Harry was surprised to see Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Snape hurriedly appear in his field of vision.

"Severus, take out your most powerful truth serum, we need to know the truth."

Harry was in pain, but Dumbledore said he needed to know the truth, the cause and effect of this matter.

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While Harry was waiting for the truth while enduring the pain, Gretel had already led dozens of people away from Hogwarts.

"Let's land nearby, someone will come to pick us up later."

When he touched the ground, Cedric's feet softened, but Grete supported him in time.

He used magic to investigate calmly, and looked up to the concerned crowd.

"No problem, Mr. Cedric may be a little too excited, which caused his limbs to be a little weak now."

Cedric patted his legs embarrassedly and stood up straight.

Looking up, Penelope handed him a mobile phone.

"Mr. Cedric, your parents, let's talk for a few words to reassure them."

When Grete walked onto the podium, Penelope squeezed next to Cedric's parents.

She was afraid that the couple would have an accident because of seeing Cedric's "death".

When Cedric fell, Cedric's mother fainted immediately.

Fortunately, Penelope fed her a bottle of tranquilizer in time.

"Thank you, Penelope."

Cedric picked up the phone and looked at his parents with trembling lips on the screen.

"Good, I'm still alive!"

Mr. Amos Diggory's eyes were red, and he was so excited that he didn't know what to say.

Seeing his parents' sad faces, Cedric's tears burst out of his eyes in an instant.

He didn't talk to his parents for too long. When the sky in the distance was accompanied by a rumble and two headlights lit up, he hung up the phone first and walked back again.

"Don't you want to go back and take a look?" Grete stared at the sky and said, "Such a big thing happened. If I don't go back today, I don't know when I can go home next time."

Cedric stretched his body freely, and his muscles and bones rang. "Today is our first action of Dawn. How can we miss it like this?"

The rumble was getting closer and closer, and the two headlights like the eyes of a giant dragon dimmed when they got closer.

What appeared in front of everyone was a bus that looked like a tourist bus. If you look closely, it is somewhat similar to the British public transport Knight Bus.

However, compared with the Knight Bus, this car obviously looks a lot newer, and the color has also changed from bright purple to a more simple blue-gray.

However, the starry sky background on the body of the car adds a bit of luxury to it.

Judging from Penelope's surprised eyes, this appearance is probably related to the starry sky ceiling of the Ravenclaw common room.

Just when the group of people were still wondering why a car appeared here.

Seney Dilgore leaned out of the car window, "Hey, everyone, do you want to experience the service of the Seney?"

On the day when Harry's name appeared on the list of the Goblet of Fire, Seney took out the organization's property from Gringotts in batches under Grete's notice.

During this period, in addition to developing members, this air bus for the organization was built under Grete's instruction.

From England to Moldova, a distance of more than 1,000 kilometers, not everyone has the magic power to fly all the way.

If the news leaks and another battle occurs in the middle, at least a few of them will be caught.

It's different with a bus. The use of magical creations does not require the user's magic power.

Except for the driver who needs to spend some energy, others can just close their eyes and rest, which will not affect their strength at all.

That is to say, when they arrive in Moldova, they don't need to rest at all, and they can launch a sneak attack on the Moldovan Ministry of Magic.

Rebellion is a matter of time, and speed is of the essence. The faster the better.

According to Grete's estimation, the whole European magic world will know about the big event that happened in Hogwarts tonight by noon the next day at most.

According to Fudge, he is afraid that Dumbledore will take away his position as Minister of Magic.

He will spare no effort to hype Grete.

After all, the newly born organization Dawn is just suitable for him to divert public suspicion.

As long as he has not seen Voldemort with his own eyes, he will suppress the news of Voldemort's resurrection.

By the way, when promoting Dawn, he can also slightly hit Dumbledore's reputation.

A group of students who have been painstakingly trained, rebelled against the incompetent principal at the scene of the Triwizard Tournament, and dropped out of school in anger. What good news!

Fudge believed that when this news spread, the ministerial throne that he had always felt was shaky under his buttocks would be completely stable from then on.

In his opinion, it was undoubtedly a profitable business to use the minor disease of Dawn to cover up the serious problem of Voldemort's resurrection.

When Gretel and his party boarded the "Sene", Connery Fudge, who was immersed in his sleep, was awakened by a loyal subordinate with a phone call.

Fudge never gave up his spying on the White Devil squatting in Hogwarts. He had been waiting for the day when the White Devil died or fell into disgrace.

Gretel's departure and the appearance of Dawn gave Fudge a handy "sharp blade".

Fudge could think of public opinion, and Gretel certainly would not forget that Seney had been preparing for the birth of Dawn for a whole year.

Countless gold Galleons were sprinkled in the hands of countless officials of the Ministry of Magic. They did not need these people to help Dawn charge, but just to beautify Fudge's ears at the right time.

For example, today, Connery Fudge received the news from his men, and he did not fail to see the ambition in the Dawn leaflet.

But his confidant said, 'This is a group of young people who don't want to go along with Dumbledore. We don't need to kill them all. Or, when the time is right, they can be used by the minister. '

After thinking it over again and again, Connolly Fudge implicitly instructed Rita Skeeter, the head reporter of the Daily Prophet.

It is appropriate to shift the focus to Dumbledore, and not to treat the group of students who dared to resist the principal's authority harshly in the article.

This coincides with Rita Skeeter's original plan.

Not long ago, she received an anonymous letter asking her to brag about Dawn. Along with the anonymous letter, there was also a large bag of glittering gold galleons.

She was originally worried that bragging about such an unheard-of organization would cause her to get into trouble.

Now with the minister's order, she can rest assured.

Under the lights late at night, she buried her head in writing the manuscript "The warriors who dare to challenge the White Devil come from Hogwarts, and their name is 'Dawn'".

The golden Galleons that were about to pile up into a small mountain not far away made her write like a fountain.

Before dawn, the article that was enough to occupy an entire page of the newspaper was written in one stroke and sent to the minister's office in the dark.

Rita, this woman, was really born with the talent of hype, rumor, and exaggeration.

Even if she only heard a few words, she could use hundreds or thousands of words to make up a conspiracy story with ups and downs.

In the story, Dumbledore was a white devil who was eyeing power, and Dawn was a group of warriors who saw through the true face of the headmaster.

In order to satisfy the sponsor, while analyzing this matter, she did not forget to be stingy with her pen and ink, and wrote a lot about Dawn, an organization that had not yet been introduced.

So much so that when the article was sent to the Ministry of Magic, it was almost rejected by Fudge.

Thanks to the generous Galleons sent by Gretel and the whispers of the confidants, the article successfully appeared in the printing room of the Daily Prophet.

"Minister, I think Miss Rita's article is very good. If she really puts all her words on the White Devil, what if he gets angry and tears his face?

It's good now. As long as we keep praising 'Dawn' and the students who rebelled against the principal, we will naturally pull the White Devil down from the altar. What do you think?"

Connery Fudge is really afraid of Dumbledore. He is not only afraid of his strength, but also afraid that he will come to take his position.

After thinking about the idea of ​​his confidant for a while, he decisively passed Rita Skeeter's article.

However, he did not notice that when the confidant left the office, he exchanged glances with Rita Skeeter and squeezed his gradually full wallet.

On June 25, when the Prophet Daily finished printing the latest newspaper, Dawn's 'Seni' touched the border of Moldova.

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