Hogwarts of a certain magic

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The OWL exam is finally over, which also means that this semester will come to an end.

The night before the holiday, all the students gathered in the auditorium...including Durmstrang and Boothbatton.

According to previous practice, the final ownership of the Academy Cup needs to be announced tonight.

Although Hermione won the top three cups and added a lot of points to Gryffindor, she was also powerless.

Because after the second project, the three academies of Lion, Badger, and Snake, together with Durmstrang, had a melee.

Many points were deducted by Dumbledore.

Ravenclaw didn't have much effort, so he sat firmly on the Diaoyutai and maintained his five consecutive championships so far.

Although Eagle Sauce won the championship, there was no Ravenclaw decoration in the auditorium, instead a solemn black curtain hung.

Dumbledore was sitting at the staff desk, chatting with Mad-Eye Moody, and seemed to be discussing serious issues.

Snape had a sullen face, staring at the black curtain in a daze.

This year, he finally didn't say ten consecutive championships.

I don't know if I confessed my fate, or feel a little out of place.

Professor Flitwick thinks so too, he put the trophy under the table so that no one can see it.

Mrs. Maxim was talking to Hagrid, and the relationship between the two seemed to improve again.

Sirius was sitting in the corner, staring at the two, eavesdropping on their conversation.

Hagrid glared at him with big bell-like eyes.

Sirius quickly turned his gaze back, when he remembered, he pressed Karkaroff's face.

Such eavesdropping on other people's words will not be torn apart by Hagrid.

Professor Dumbledore stood up suddenly. The auditorium was already much quieter than the usual school leaving banquet, and it was even more silent at this time.

"It's another year," Dumbledore said, looking at everyone, "It's over!"

Everyone looked at the old man with white beard.

"It was a very exciting year. We held the Triwizard Tournament, although there were many twists and turns, such as... the unprecedented 23 warriors..."

The students all laughed, and many people looked at William.

"After the competition, Miss Granger of Gryffindor won this championship." Dumbledore said.

The Gryffindor students applauded first, and soon all the students applauded.

After Dumbledore raised his hand, he returned to the previous silence.

"The championship is of course very important, but the most important thing..."

He paused:

"Students from the three schools have had a one-year exchange...understand each other in depth, enhance mutual understanding, and produce strong friendships.

Unbreakable friendship... everyone, toast!"

Dumbledore raised the cup, everyone stood up, and there was the sound of a moving bench in the auditorium.

They raised their wine glasses and said in a deep and deep voice, "Unbreakable friendship!"

After Dumbledore finished drinking, he raised his hand to signal everyone to sit down.

"I know many students are curious, where have I been during this time, and what am I doing?

Why do the teachers look in a hurry."

The students pricked their ears and stared at the principal.

Dumbledore's blue pupils looked around each student. After a long time, he slowly said:

"Voldemort... he was resurrected, on the night of the Triwizard Finals!"

A shocked whisper resounded in the auditorium.Everyone stared at Dumbledore in horror and disbelief.

As if he was talking crazy.

"The parents of some classmates may be shocked by what I did." Dumbledore continued.

"They don't believe Voldemort is really back; or they think I shouldn't tell you this.

After all, you are still young."

"In fact, before I was going to announce this news, someone raised an objection." Dumbledore said calmly.

"He is worried that you are afraid.

He asked me, can people be brave when they are afraid?

I said: People can be brave only when they are afraid!

He asked again: You have not grown up after all, so you shouldn't endure this prematurely.

I said: You will not always be a child, besides... the darkness is coming!"

Dumbledore was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, darkness is coming!

In fact, I knew this on the night of thirteen years, the night Voldemort disappeared.

Sooner or later, the Dark Lord will come back, and darkness will come to this land again."

"Of course, the Ministry of Magic doesn't want me to tell you this. Minister Fudge is unwilling to accept Voldemort's return.

But I don't want to lie. I believe that it is always better to tell the truth than to lie."

The students in the auditorium looked at Dumbledore, but many of their faces were filled with fear, and their minds were blank.

Dumbledore captured everyone's expressions in his eyes and continued:

"I know that some students are still unacceptable and still afraid.

I am also scared!"

The principal said loudly:

"I am afraid of the resumption of war, the destruction of my homeland, and the death of each living life... But I am not afraid of Voldemort and his poor servants!"

Dumbledore’s voice echoed in the auditorium, and he said passionately:

"Voldemort believes that only strong power can deter everything.

I do not believe!!

In my opinion, ordinary trivial matters, ordinary people's love and kindness, can shock everything.

The power of goodness and love is unlimited!"

Dumbledore's blue eyes flickered, as if burning:

"Why could Harry Potter as a baby kill Voldemort?

because of love!

His mother Lily's love for him killed Voldemort."

Snape stared directly into Harry's eyes, as if lost.

"Thirteen years ago, Voldemort had already failed once. Four years ago, he tried to seize the Philosopher's Stone and failed again..."

Dumbledore said forcefully: "Not long ago, on the night of his resurrection, he failed again!"

"William Stark, rescued Harry from him and almost defeated him! He fled like a bereaved dog!"

There was a wave of fluctuations in the auditorium, and many people turned their heads to William, then quickly turned back, looking at Dumbledore.

"Look." Dumbledore said with disdain: "Voldemort has failed so many times, why should I be afraid of him?

No, I am not afraid!

I even pity him, pity him not understand...love."

"Voldemort will definitely die. For him, it's a solid matter, just like the Chadley Artillery team will be bottom in this year's league.

Dumbledore raised the cup again: "William risked his life and brought Harry back to Hogwarts.

He fought Voldemort a battle and saved many lives, although almost no one knew.

For this, I pay tribute to him."

Almost everyone in the auditorium did this, whispering William's name and toasting him.

Dumbledore took a sip, but did not let it go, and continued:

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding in the magic world.

In light of what is happening now—in view of Voldemort's resurrection—this connection is more important than ever."

Dumbledore looked at Madame Maxim and Karkaroff, and then at Boothbaton and Durmstrang's students.

"Every guest in the auditorium." Dumbledore looked at the students with a firm expression.

"Although Voldemort will die, it is the result of our unity.

Only by unity can we completely defeat him and reduce casualties; if we are divided, we will be vulnerable.

Only by showing unbreakable friendship and trust can we fight it to the end."

Dumbledore looked around:

"So this last glass, I respect you!

Also to those wizards who are about to act or who have silently dedicated themselves in the dark."

There was solemn silence.

Dumbledore said loudly:

"I wish none of this happened.

Everyone thinks so when encountering difficulties, but we cannot decide our own destiny.

What we have to decide is how to choose in suffering."

"Before choosing, I just want everyone to remember one sentence:

When darkness falls, lone wolves will die, and wolves will live!"

Dumbledore raised his head to look at the student, tears in his eyes, and he drank the drink suddenly.

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