Hogwarts magic is justice

Chapter 113 Arrangements, All Arrangements

Chapter 113 Arrangements, All Arrangements

Karkaroff unconditionally trusted Snape, not for any other reason than the Dark Mark they shared. Death Eaters with this mark could never betray Voldemort.

Moreover, Snape has been an undercover agent at Hogwarts for many years, making invaluable contributions. After Voldemort's resurrection, Snape's status will certainly be above his.

Now, holding the route map Snape gave him, sure enough, there wasn't a single Dementor along the way, and they successfully rescued everyone they wanted to save.

They had originally intended to release all the prisoners in Azkaban, hoping to create enough chaos, but before they could act, they saw a large swarm of Dementors flying towards them in the distance. Karkaroff was startled: "Let's go! Master's matter is the most important!"

Snape's plan was extremely detailed, down to the second. If it was off by even a second, the operation might fail. Snape made this very clear before the operation began. Of course, he also knew that those people who had been locked up here for so long would not leave so easily; they would definitely cause trouble.

so----

The Dementors have arrived, and time has come. Those who are unwilling to leave will remain forever. Karkaroff was so angry that he slapped his thigh as he watched three fools have their souls sucked away by the Dementors!

"Our master is about to be resurrected, and that's exactly the time when we need manpower. Everyone, I don't care what you've been through before, but right now, our master's affairs must take priority. If you continue to be so willful, after our master is resurrected—"

Karkarov's tone was incredibly cold, which also calmed his companions down. Soon, a man sneered in a hoarse voice, "Karkarov, if you use that tone again, I'll make sure you never see your resurrected master again."

Karkaroff was terrified of Voldemort, but he held a somewhat condescending attitude towards the Death Eaters. He was the most successful of all the Death Eaters, now the headmaster of a magic school, so he believed he held considerable weight in Voldemort's eyes.

Of course, although Voldemort's eyes were only on Hogwarts—

"Alright, now tell me, what's still missing for the master's resurrection?"

Karkaroff replied, "We have found Father's bones, and we can have the servants' flesh at any time, but we need to prepare the blood of our enemies. As for the Portkey, I have it ready. After we capture Harry Potter in the final match of the Triwizard Tournament, all the conditions will be met."

"Now?"

"No, you need to recover. I've already made contact. You'll be hiding at Malfoy's house for the next while. Everything is ready, especially the wands he's prepared for you. You'll need time to get used to them. This operation is under Dumbledore's nose; we can only succeed, we cannot fail!"

They were all quite proud, and it wasn't until they arrived at Malfoy's estate that they truly relaxed. Malfoy looked at these people, his heart churning with emotion.

When his son came back, he relayed Irving's words, so he prepared in advance, and now he used them all. However, what surprised him was that the number of people who came was - why were there a few fewer?

"Don't even mention it. Those few idiots who couldn't control themselves insisted on causing trouble in Azkaban, and then they were discovered by the Dementors and couldn't escape."

Da Ma's face was grim: "Now is the time when we need manpower the most. Many pure-blood families have betrayed our master. I need to unite with our true allies. Therefore, I cannot cooperate with your operations at Hogwarts. Also, you are not allowed to leave the manor recently; you cannot disrupt our master's resurrection!"

Because Irving gave prior instructions, the Malaysian side had prepared their script well in advance, even years ago, and now it was finally being used.

No one doubted him. Karkaroff wouldn't, and the escaped Death Eaters certainly wouldn't, because Malfoy had made thorough preparations; it was just that they themselves had encountered a bit of an accident.

"We can only discuss the Dementors' situation with our master after he's resurrected; we can't make that decision!"

Da Ma's acting began to shine; his eyes reddened with excitement: "And those traitors will surely be punished by their master!"

Voldemort simply used purebloods; he didn't believe in their loyalty at all. So, his true die-hard fans were imprisoned in Azkaban. These people didn't trust purebloods like Damascus either, but obviously, they had no choice but to trust him because Damascus had put in a lot of effort in resurrecting his master!

Of course, this was still Kyrie Irving's arrangement, because only by being deeply involved can one seize the opportunity.

"Alright, is the dinner arrangement complete? I haven't had steak and red wine in ages."

Big Horse laughed: "Everything's ready. Just make do for now. Once Master is resurrected and the Death Eaters rule the world, you'll have whatever you want to eat and drink!"

They were having a party at Malfoy's estate, while Little Horse found Owen with a letter written entirely in secret.

After reading the letter, a blue flame rose up, and the parchment was instantly burned to ashes. Owen looked at the pony and said, "Draco, in tomorrow's Quidditch match, winning or losing doesn't matter, but Mr. Harry Potter must get injured and be sent to the infirmary."

Although Xiao Ma didn't quite understand, he was obedient, so he just nodded and went back to arrange tomorrow's match. As a fourth-year student, he was not only Slytherin's Chaser but also the captain.

Another peaceful day passed, and Harry Potter was successfully injured. He and Draco collided while stealing the Golden Snitch, and both of them fell off their brooms, rolled to the ground, and were then taken to the infirmary.

However, the medicine that Mrs. Pomfrey gave them was different.

Draco was given a regular potion. After taking a sip, Draco's features scrunched up. Needless to say, this taste must be the work of his own headmaster. Over the years, the taste has only gotten worse.

Harry Potter drank a glowing, dark purple potion that looked quite terrifying, but tasted alright—it was apple-flavored—and its effects were good. After resting for one night, his injuries were almost healed, while Draco had to stay another day.

As the days passed, the third day of the competition finally arrived. The four warriors reunited, and after understanding the rules, they entered through different entrances.

Of the four warriors, apart from Harry, the other three entered the door, but within five minutes, they were bound by devil vines that suddenly appeared, and then dragged all the way to the back of the maze, where they met Owen, who was reading a book.

"Irving?"

"Mr. Irving?"

"??"

The three of them reacted similarly, all quite bewildered. Cedric completely trusted Owen, and Fleur believed him even more. If she hadn't been bound by the Devil Vines, she would have already jumped into Owen's arms. But Viktor was different. After his initial shock, he subconsciously assumed that Owen was about to help Harry Potter win.

"Quiet down, guests, we should be arriving soon."

The group was taken to the back, and the Devil's Vine was removed. It was at this moment that they discovered a mirror image in front of Owen, showing the interior of the maze. Harry Potter walked smoothly to the center and saw the Goblet of Fire surrounded by dragon statues.

He looked around and, seeing no other contestants, smiled. But as his hand touched the Goblet of Fire, it suddenly trembled, and someone abruptly appeared beside him. One of them grabbed him by the neck: "Harry Potter? Hahaha, how lucky!"

"hold head high!!!"

The fire dragon statue turned back into a fire dragon, and some of the faster dragons already had people in their mouths.