Chapter 251

"But what about the future?" Luo En said anxiously. "According to what you said, the Soviet Union is improving its strength, but we still have to fight the Death Eaters."

"We must become strong. If we can be as powerful as Deng Buliduo, even if the Soviet Union has some technological advantages, they won't dare to act rashly," Harry said with pursed lips. "Next is dealing with the Death Eaters, and also using the Ministry of Magic to talk to the Cabinet. But the most critical thing is our own strength. Only with strength can others listen to you."

Although the future was uncertain, for a long time, Harry believed that Voldemort's notoriety was enough to scare the Soviets and keep them from acting rashly against Britain. This period might be long enough for Harry to grow into a wizard as powerful as Deng Buliduo, or perhaps, it only required him to look as powerful as Deng Buliduo.

And this point was the reason why he could sleep peacefully now.

Early the next morning, just as Harry and Luo En got up and planned to have breakfast before visiting Zhang Qiu, Snape, with a cold face, pushed open the carriage door and walked in.

"Potter, come to the front of the train in half an hour," he said in an unquestionable tone. "Someone is looking for you."

Perhaps he felt that Harry's face didn't look very good, so he added, "It's not a bad thing."

"Even if it's a good thing, it doesn't sound that good when it comes out of his mouth," Luo En complained after Snape left.

"Don't say that, Luo En," Harry shook his head helplessly. "For a long time in the future, he will be our headmaster."

When Harry walked into the carriage belonging to the headmaster at the front of the train, he saw a short and sturdy man with a pale complexion, wearing gray-brown wizard robes.

"Hello, Harry," he said flatly. "I am Rodolphus Lestrange, the new headmaster of Durmstrang."

When Harry heard this name, he became alert instantly. Sirius had once mentioned that this person was Voldemort's real killer move.

"What do you want?" Harry sized up this person, trying hard to remember his appearance.

"I hope you tell everyone that Karkaroff didn't run away, but was killed by Grindelwald when he tried to attack him," Rodolphus said. "A headmaster who runs away will bring shame to Durmstrang."

"Agree to him, Harry, I will add fifty points to Gryffindor for this," Snape said indifferently.

"I really want these fifty points, but so many people saw it at the time, he ran away by Disapparating himself," Harry said.

"I've lobbied everyone else, only you are left," Rodolphus said stiffly. "Please."

"I don't want to lie, but I promise you, as long as no one asks, I won't say it," Harry didn't want to argue with him about this kind of thing. "And if someone asks, I'll say I don't remember clearly, I didn't pay attention at the time."

"That's fine too," Rodolphus's eye corner twitched. "Then I'll take my leave. Thank you, Severus."

Rodolphus picked up the black cloak hanging on the hanger, then unscrewed the carriage door and went out.

"We should set off," Snape said. "Finish the award ceremony early, and go back early."

The highly respected Deng Buliduo and the notorious Voldemort perished together. The once famous Grindelwald committed suicide after arriving at the scene of their final battle after breaking out of prison. Moreover, the British Ministry of Magic made a terrible blunder, causing all time magic worldwide to fail. There was too much news worth reporting. Reporters were anxious to interview experts and write articles, which led to the Triwizard Tournament award ceremony being slightly deserted.

Moreover, because Fleur and Elena were in third place, even Beauxbatons students were not very willing to come to support. And Durmstrang students were panicked about the change of headmaster, which led to the audience being very deserted.

"Too many things happened in this Triwizard Tournament," Madame Maxime stood on the high platform, forcing a smile. "However, we still have to hold this award ceremony and award the trophy and prize money to the winning champions according to the rules: Renata Yevgenyevna Chicherina and Viktor Krum."

"Now that the situation is turbulent, we need excellent young strength. I hope everyone can strive for progress and move forward bravely. This is the meaning of the Triwizard Tournament," she said a few polite words that no one cared about, then announced the end of the ceremony, and then hurriedly went to busy herself with other things.

"We should go back too," Snape said. "The train leaves at one o'clock in the afternoon."

Snape didn't go back with the train. He found a place to Disapparate. For the train conductor, no matter who the headmaster was, he drove his train as usual. Harry and Luo En sat in the swaying carriage. Cedric wanted some alone time, Zhang Qiu was still in a coma, and the once very lively carriage was now left with only the two of them.

"Harry, you said you were prepared to become strong, but how should you do it?" Luo En asked.

"Think about Deng Buliduo," Harry recalled everything about Deng Buliduo. "He practiced Transfiguration to the point of being as easy as moving his fingers, and used it as his most proud specialty. Besides that, he had an understanding of all subjects, even reaching a level that ordinary people couldn't reach."

"I think, to become a powerful wizard, one must do this," Harry said. "Study every subject seriously, and then delve into the aspects you are best at."

"Do you have to learn Dark Magic too?"

"I dare say, Deng Buliduo must have known Dark Magic like the back of his hand, he just didn't use them," Harry took out Grindelwald's notebook. "We can't easily try magic we don't understand, but even more so, we can't just not understand it at all because we don't intend to try."

"What you say also makes sense," Luo En picked up the notebook and flipped through it. "My God, what is this? Fiendfyre?"

"This thing is still too high-end for us now, maybe it's not too late to study it in the seventh year," Harry closed it. "Moody is a very capable professor, we can learn his things first."

However, just after returning to school, what they saw was Moody packing his luggage and preparing to say goodbye to them.

"I won't teach you next year, damn it, this position is really cursed, now both of my eyes have to be fake eyes," he wore a pair of sunglasses to avoid the children being scared by his current appearance.

"This doesn't sound like Moody," Harry was a bit puzzled, but Voldemort hadn't really died after all, and this curse hadn't dissipated. He couldn't just go up and persuade Moody to withstand the curse and stay.

In the evening, in the quiet Great Hall, Snape stood in the headmaster's position and said in a dull tone, "Another year, about to end."

"I must painfully announce that we have lost a very good person. He should have stood here and spoken to everyone on my behalf," Snape said. "Now everyone stand up and raise a glass to our most respected headmaster, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Deng Buliduo."

Everyone, those with indifferent faces, those with suppressed expressions, those sobbing in low voices, all raised their cups at this time and said in unison, "To Headmaster Deng Buliduo."

"His passing is so sudden, the Ministry of Magic and the professors all need some time to react and handle the aftermath. Some information that the Ministry of Magic thinks can be made public will be published in the newspaper in a few days," Snape said objectively. "Before the end of the term, I will temporarily act as headmaster and hold a funeral for Deng Buliduo next Thursday."

"I believe the professors are not in the mood to set papers, and the students are not in the mood to take exams. This year's final exams will be canceled," he announced again. "Next, please start dining. No matter how complicated your mood is, life must go on."

After saying that, Snape sat down directly and started cutting meat without saying a word.

The Gryffindor long table didn't stay dull for long. Soon, everyone started asking Harry about what happened at the Triwizard Tournament. Harry just vaguely told everyone that Deng Buliduo and Voldemort perished together.

"But what I care about is the Battle of Hogwarts," Harry saw Neville sitting not far away. "What happened here?"

"Actually, nothing," Neville said. "We went out in full force and confronted a large group of Death Eaters. Then Grindelwald appeared, and he attracted everyone's attention."

"He said he wanted someone to tell him where Deng Buliduo was. At this time, Snape stood up and told him that Deng Buliduo was in Trenzalore. Grindelwald said a few more words to him, and then left directly."

"As soon as he left, the vast majority of Death Eaters started to retreat. They didn't seem to intend to attack here. The remaining dozen or so people rushed toward us crazily, but we swarmed up and easily subdued them. Only a few people suffered minor injuries. The most seriously injured was Professor Moody. His only remaining eye was hit, but he refused treatment, insisting that replacing it with another magical eye would be a better idea."

"Later, those Death Eaters left one after another. Of course, we only learned later that the main force attacking Hogwarts was the Acolytes. The Death Eaters successfully fooled them and their master into coming, but of course, they wouldn't foolishly sell their lives for others," Neville said. "Or rather, even if Grindelwald and Deng Buliduo had a life-and-death feud, he wouldn't bother to attack Hogwarts."

"They had a feud, yes, Deng Buliduo was the one who defeated him," Harry pondered. "But the Grindelwald I saw at the scene said he was Deng Buliduo's good friend, just having some disagreements."

"Who knows, these are all very distant stories," Neville shrugged. "Anyway, I'm glad to see the Death Eaters' plan go bankrupt."

Harry nodded. Perhaps the answer still had to be found in his memories.