[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring":3,"chapter-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-253":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Starting at Hogwarts, Logging into Elden Ring",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1496146,1944,"Chapter 253: The Triwizard Tournament Ends, and Fudge Starts Calculating","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-253",253,"\u003Cp>Hermione re-formed a Carian Greatsword, calm as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don't have any brand-new tricks,\" she said, \"but I can do what I just did for another half hour. Want to test it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't bluffing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While she'd been throwing Arthur's magic grenades, she'd quietly downed a mana restoration potion—and the elf aura had been refilling her the whole time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, her reserves were already back to 70–80%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort stared at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked way too energetic for someone who was supposedly \"out of magic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His instincts screamed one word:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned into black mist and fled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione didn't let him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled out a gray sphere and threw it into the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment it touched Voldemort's smoke-form, it burst—gray fog swallowing the black mist completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the fog dispersed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Hermione did the exact same thing—one gray sphere per Death Eater, including Wormtail the \"corner rat.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, the graveyard contained only one person:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finished her cleanup and Apparated away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at Hogwarts, nobody even had time to wonder where Voldemort and the Death Eaters went—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>because the next second, the \"missing\" Voldemort appeared right in front of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Those gray spheres were Arthur's invention: Teleport Mist—fog grenades pre-set to send anything caught inside to a fixed destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Hermione's destination setting wasn't random.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Triwizard arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur had already configured that as an emergency \"battlefield transfer\" point in case Hermione ever needed to retreat or relocate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turns out he was over-prepared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort arrived disoriented… and looked up to see three schools' worth of students, plus Dumbledore and the professors—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>all holding boxed meals, watching him like this was a theater show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voldemort had clearly never experienced \"public humiliation with dinner service.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could react…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>people started falling from the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death Eater after Death Eater dropped—landing onto Voldemort and burying him under bodies like a grotesque dogpile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last thing to fall was Wormtail-as-a-rat, plopping onto the heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena looked less like a battlefield and more like a cursed comedy sketch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur calmly raised a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Petrificus-style? No. Better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hit the entire pile with his long-duration Binding Spell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nobody moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right then, Hermione emerged from the maze entrance holding the real Triwizard Cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn't Apparated into the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd returned to the maze center, grabbed the genuine Cup, and walked out properly—because she still wanted the win to be official.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur turned to Dumbledore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Headmaster. The tournament's over. Are you going to announce the result or what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore blinked—then remembered he was still hosting a school event.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped forward and declared the Triwizard Tournament officially concluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And the champion—without question—is Hermione Granger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And honestly, nobody protested—not even Beauxbatons or Durmstrang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because \"winning the maze\" was one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But \"soloing Voldemort and his Death Eaters\" was… not a category anyone else could claim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione approached Arthur, practically glowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cousin—how was I?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur cupped her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Perfect.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he kissed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hermione, completely unbothered by the audience, tossed the Triwizard Cup behind her and kissed him back even harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dumbledore caught the Cup on reflex, smiling like a man accepting that the world had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let the cheering run until everyone had exhausted themselves, then sent the students back to their dorms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most left—even though they wanted to stay and see what happened to Voldemort—because they assumed the Prophet would scream about it by morning anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the core group stayed:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur, Hermione, Harry, Draco…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and of course Draco, because his father was currently somewhere inside that frozen body-pile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco stepped up, tense but determined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can you… pull my father out first? I swear he only answered the call because he was forced.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even said \"Voldemort\" out loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Draco, that was huge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur snapped his fingers and lifted Lucius out of the heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius looked dramatic—blood on his robes, multiple cuts—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but those wounds were obviously self-inflicted \"I'm a victim too\" cosmetics, carefully away from vital spots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius steadied himself and bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you… truly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not just for being spared—but because he understood Hermione had deliberately shown restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur waved it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draco was his friend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't going to destroy Draco's father if Lucius hadn't crossed the line into genuine evil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Fudge stepped in—finally remembering he was \"in charge.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put on his official voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for capturing Voldemort and his followers… but they are criminals. They must be handed over to the Ministry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't bravery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was greed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fudge didn't want Voldemort escaping his political grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted Lucius too—either as a trophy arrest to \"prove competence,\" or as a wealthy bargaining chip to squeeze concessions and then quietly release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Fudge absolutely intended to claim half the credit for Voldemort's capture to rebuild his reputation after the earlier disasters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur didn't even argue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply flicked his wand-hand and froze Fudge with the Binding Spell as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to Lucius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Use Malfoy influence. Ruin him. That's doable, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he nodded toward the immobilized Minister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Fudge's little political fantasy wasn't just annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This moment—Voldemort exposed, captured in public—was the cornerstone of Hermione's future path to becoming Minister of Magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur was not letting anyone steal that foundation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius's answer was immediate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course. By tomorrow morning, the entire wizarding world will hear: the Minister was helpless, panicked, and contributed nothing when the Dark Lord returned.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And you could tell Lucius meant it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because after what Fudge had just implied—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucius had no reason left to spare him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Advance Chapters Available on Patreon\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>patreon.com\u002FWhiteDevil7554\u003C\u002Fp>",939,"2026-06-06T04:19:46.382Z",1,"novelbin.me","161f2859d2d5414b64c78cc8149d4ca41c94c3b8a6b48dcad1b343ebd1d57ec4","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-254","starting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-chapter-252",281,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstarting-at-hogwarts-logging-into-elden-ring-cover.jpg"]