[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-wizard-war-at-hogwarts":3,"chapter-wizard-war-at-hogwarts-wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-175":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Wizard War at Hogwarts",{"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},2358148,4612,"Chapter 175","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-175",175,"\u003Cp>“Come on, children, it’s almost time,” Arthur interrupted their discussion. “Come over and hold this old boot—everyone must touch it…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine children crowded around the old boot, silently waiting for Arthur’s countdown. Finally, when he reached one, Harry suddenly felt a hook catch behind his navel, and then he was yanked upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he came to his senses, he found himself in a different place; his companions lay scattered on the ground in disarray. Nearby, two wizards in suits were registering them with quills and parchment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Arthur exchanged a few pleasantries with them. When they proudly boasted how the Ministry’s uniform dress perfectly disguised wizards as Muggles, Ivy unhelpfully pointed out that Muggles never used quills—they used ballpoint or fountain pens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This shattered their moment entirely. Arthur could no longer continue the conversation and hurriedly dragged the children to an open field, rented a camping spot from a Muggle ranger, and then, in a flurry of fumbling, erected two lopsided two-person tents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two-person tents had been enchanted with an Undetectable Extension Charm, making their interiors spacious—but to Harry, who had seen the TARDIS, it was nothing extraordinary. He and Ron wandered the camp under the pretense of gathering firewood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They saw American rednecks chatting merrily, a stern portrait of Krum, and three African wizards capturing a weasel, apparently planning to roast it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, the most eye-catching sight was the tent in traditional Celestial style—with upturned eaves and tiled roofing—impossible to forget or mistake at a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry cheerfully pulled Ron toward it, but at the entrance, he didn’t see Zhang Qiu—instead, three or four young, beautiful girls in strange yet elegant attire stood at the door, fanning themselves with handkerchiefs and laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They spoke Chinese, which Harry and Ron barely understood, yet they couldn’t help staring—their graceful figures and bell-like laughter tugged at the tender strings of their youthful hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a graceful, mature beauty walked up from behind, playfully tapped Harry and Ron on the shoulders, and asked in a peculiar accent: “What are you two boys doing here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, we’re looking for a friend,” Ron quickly said. “Our classmate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is Zhang Qiu staying here?” Harry asked politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. Wait a moment—I’ll call her.” The woman stepped away in high heels, swaying as she entered the tent. Soon after, Zhang Qiu emerged wearing her Hogwarts uniform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Harry, Ron,” she smiled. “I didn’t expect you to find this place directly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who are they?” Ron asked, dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My mother-in-laws,” Zhang Qiu explained. “Don’t be surprised—Celestial magical society permits taking concubines.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s a concubine?” Harry asked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone of lower status than a wife. My master has seven concubines,” Zhang Qiu shrugged. “In other words, I have seven mother-in-laws.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not hard to understand—when Dumbledore was young, countless girls wanted to be his concubines,” Harry muttered sourly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, they’re all prettier than the last. Zhang Qiu looks like a duckling among swans,” Ron blurted out without thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll beat you senseless one of these days,” Zhang Qiu snapped, tapping his head sharply. Then she called out something in Chinese to the women and gestured for Harry and Ron to follow her to a quiet corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ron seemed ready to ask more about the mother-in-laws, but Harry cut him off and asked Zhang Qiu: “Have you found anything in Koldovstretz?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s Koldovstretz,” Zhang Qiu corrected him, then paused. “Their magical proficiency is significantly higher than ours, and their research into ritual magic is profoundly advanced. But beyond academic findings, there’s nothing concrete.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What puzzles me is that the Dark Lord commissioned a wand from Yanayev to kill Dumbledore. Yanayev even planned to help him launch the Dark Lord’s Horcruxes into space,” Harry said, sharing his suspicions. “I can’t figure out what he’s aiming for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But didn’t you say Dumbledore is immortal?” Ron interrupted. Harry hadn’t hidden these details from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh right—the Death Writ,” Harry asked. “Can the Death Writ really make someone immortal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re overthinking it,” Zhang Qiu shook her head. “When a person is killed, they die. That’s an unshakable truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She seemed to guess something—Dumbledore’s visit to Celestial lands wasn’t secret. “If you mean Dumbledore received the Death Writ… yes, it grants immunity to all death magic. But if he’s killed by physical means, he still dies—only the killer will suffer fate’s backlash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So that Soviet wand,” Harry recalled Bondarev’s explanation, “works by firing laser beams—so it can truly kill Dumbledore? The Dark Lord already knew Dumbledore’s secret?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard to say. But don’t worry too much,” Zhang Qiu took a deep breath. “I have my own card. My master told me I can use the Zhengyi Desheng Weimeng Lu once this year—only once.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The seventh forbidden incantation?” Ron couldn’t help covering his mouth. “What does it do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It summons an immensely powerful, uncontrollable magical force that acts according to fate’s will,” Zhang Qiu’s expression darkened. “That means this year’s events may deviate drastically from fate’s intended course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, there’s another thing I need to ask you,” Harry said carefully. “What does Celestial magic think of Donald Fontroy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Limited cooperation, with caution,” Zhang Qiu sighed. “My master intends to use him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if he really plans to…” Harry trailed off, since Ron’s understanding of Donald was still incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly—even if he truly intends that, we can only let it be,” Zhang Qiu couldn’t hide her anger. “We must consider his value in uniting forces against the Dark Lord.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the three children returned to their tents in low spirits. Each had hoped to hear uplifting news from the others—only to discuss a situation growing ever grimmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Harry spotted a group of tall men in black coats and gloves, wearing sunglasses—this caught his attention, because their leader was his godfather. They exchanged a silent smile, then passed without a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While waiting listlessly for Mrs. Weasley to cook over the fire, Arthur enthusiastically introduced the Ministry officials passing by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That curly-haired wizard is Jim Hack, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Behind him is Gregor Leisichuide , Director of the Auror Office. And behind him? That’s Kelaisite , a new Auror—but clearly very capable…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry knew nearly all Aurors had been wiped out in the previous Azkaban riot—no wonder a newcomer could walk so proudly beside the Head and Director.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those are members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad. The man in the suit is the lead, Danerholm; the woman in the red dress is Jane. They’re always saying, ‘Have you tried Stopspell?’…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, who are the three men behind them?” Ron interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know. I rarely see them,” Arthur squinted. “Maybe I’ve only heard their voices on the phone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, look—there’s someone from Project Doctor,” Harry pointed to a man nearby whose scarf dragged on the ground. “He must be on a secret mission.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They used to be called the Silence,” Arthur shrugged. “Crouch overhauled the Department of Mysteries. Everyone says he’s the most likely candidate to become the next Minister…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, the most important man of the moment!” Mr. Weasley suddenly stood up, waving cheerfully at a man striding toward them. “Leslie!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leslie Potts made a strong impression on Harry. At first glance, he was just a bearded man with square glasses, dressed in the Ministry’s standard black suit—nothing remarkable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cheerfully pulled out a cigarette pack, offered one to Arthur, who declined, then recommended the Muggle cigarettes to the children. When no one took one, he lit one himself and smoked contentedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arthur, old chap, cough cough cough,” he began speaking, then broke into a fit of coughing. “Weather’s improved, isn’t it? No cough cough cough, no clouds tonight—perfect weather, I don’t need to do anything… cough cough!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Harry really wanted to tell him to put the cigarette out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me introduce you,” Arthur said, as Leslie caught his breath. “This is Leslie Potts, Head of the Department of Magical Sports and Games. Thanks to him, we got these amazing tickets. Leslie, let me introduce these children…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost as soon as Arthur finished naming the children, Barty Crouch Sr. Apparated beside their fire—a man in his fifties, upright and vigorous, wearing a spotless gray suit. Harry instantly recognized him as a seasoned politician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Leslie, I need to speak with you immediately—urgent. Oh, Harry,” he said. “You should listen too. It’s about the Triwizard Tournament.”\u003C\u002Fp>",1389,"2026-06-21T04:54:27.874Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d17f64277f2cbfe6bee4cad6d6aee404f1369444a2571cb248ff8842a3326a01","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-176","wizard-war-at-hogwarts-chapter-174",528,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwizard-war-at-hogwarts-cover.jpg"]