This Hogwarts is not normal

Chapter 1093: A Master of Playing Pigs and Eating Tigers

The appearance of the Killing Curse reminded wizards of the almost forgotten war that took place more than ten years ago.

Especially for the British wizarding world, almost every family in this place had someone who died in that terrible war.

A sense of sadness began to spread, and the false sense of peace that the Ministry had worked so hard to maintain for many years was shattered.

But they still have hope, and that is the most powerful wizard in the world, Albus Dumbledore.

However, shortly after the Killing Curse appeared, the live broadcast of his century-long duel with Voldemort was suddenly interrupted.

There is no problem with the equipment. Did something unexpected happen on site?

Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch,

Fudge, standing in front of the maze entrance, looked at the dark screen with satisfaction.

So what if there is a backdoor? The Ministry of Magic holds control over the magic base stations. As long as they unilaterally block the signal transmission, they can completely stop the live broadcast.

Fudge put on a hypocritical smile and walked up to Vincent who was operating the magic communicator. "Mr. Wayne, please stop. The rest will be handled by the Ministry of Magic."

Vincent didn't even look at him. "Good move, Mr. Minister, but you seem to be happy too soon."

The dark projection screen in the stadium was lit up at the same time, showing the logo of Wayne Enterprises.

Fudge's body tensed up, and he seemed a little anxious. "You actually left a backdoor in the magic base station? Mr. Wayne, you are seriously violating our contract!"

The magic contract he signed with Vincent clearly stipulated that all control rights of magic base stations belonged to the Ministry of Magic. Any individual or organization that obtained partial control would be considered illegal, even Wayne Enterprises and Vincent were no exception.

Is it really worth going from hero to criminal in order to uncover the truth that has been hidden by the Ministry of Magic for years?

Fudge was going to persuade him earnestly, but after restarting the equipment, Vincent quickly resumed the live broadcast.

"Mr. Wayne, you are illegally gaining control of the magic base station. This is a clear criminal act."

Vincent finally raised his head and met his regretful eyes without fear. "Mr. Minister, I don't understand what you mean. The one supporting the global live broadcast is our Wayne Enterprises' private magic base station. Is this also a crime?"

"Private magic base station?" Fudge reacted instantly.

The young man in front of him, who was less than 20 years old, had predicted this day in advance and secretly set up his own magic base station.

It's not impossible to rely on personal financial resources alone, but in terms of manpower...

No, now is not the time to think about that.

Fudge had originally planned to announce after interrupting the live broadcast that all of this was a new series shot in collaboration between the Ministry of Magic and Wayne Enterprises, but for some reason this was exploited by criminals, and ultimately these lifelike images were broadcast live around the world.

People who don't know the truth will have doubts, but as long as things go on as usual, Voldemort's return will be suppressed.

But he didn't expect that the young Vincent actually had a trick up his sleeve and took the initiative again.

Madame Maxime, who was a bystander, smiled knowingly. In contrast, Umbridge's face was distorted.

"Mr. Wayne, this is a blatant crime!"

Vincent looked at her as if she was a fool. "Crime? Senior Undersecretary Umbridge, what crime have I committed?"

Now that we have already fallen out with the British Ministry of Magic, there is no need to save face for them.

Umbridge hesitated and said nothing, watching Vincent take out one thick code after another from Flamel's ring. "There is no article in all the Magic Regulations that prohibits individuals or companies from owning private magic base stations. If it is a crime of spreading false information, I think you know better whether I have violated the law."

Umbridge was speechless and although she was eager to express herself, with Fudge at her wits' end, she seemed to be able to only play the role of a clown.

The legal codes Vincent took out included the "Whip Offences Authorization Order", "Ministry of Magic Order", "Twenty-five Laws Relating to Intercourse with Muggles", "Statute of Secrecy", "Law on Reasonable Restraint of Underage Wizards", "International Confederation of Magicians' Statute of Secrecy", "International Statute of Secrecy", "International Prohibition of Dueling", "International Code of Magical Secrecy", and "Muggle Protection Statute". There were ten in total, and when stacked together they were half as tall as him.

Umbridge looked at the legal code that was almost as high as herself, and her whole body turned red with anger.

Some students in the stands who didn't know the truth immediately applauded, especially the twins who took the lead in making a fuss.

Hearing their insults and ridicule, Umbridge finally realized that she had become a clown and that she was no match for Vincent.

What a scary young man! I thought he was a good and obedient boy, but he turned out to be a master at pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger.

The British Ministry of Magic is completely screwed this time. Instead of trying to interrupt the live broadcast again, it would be better to think about how to distance itself from the matter.

Umbridge's face was gloomy and she kept cursing old Barty in her heart.

They were both judges of the Triwizard Tournament, and although she was replacing Bagman, she ordered the hedges to be her favorite pink.

If she was thought to be an accomplice of old Barty, her life would be over.

Vincent did not hide the contempt in his eyes.

Voldemort is back, and this big pink toad is still full of calculations.

Look at Fudge. After he realized that he couldn't stop the live broadcast, he focused on watching the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Everyone knows that Dumbledore is very strong, so strong that he is recognized as the strongest wizard in the whole world.

But as to how strong he was exactly, there were not many people who were fortunate enough to witness the century-long duel between him and Grindelwald. Now, half a century has passed, and no one knows how strong he is.

The dazzling green lightning was all Voldemort's Killing Curse. He used the three unforgivable curses as ordinary attacks. The Dark Lord who had just recovered his strength was truly terrifying.

But Dumbledore was even more terrifying. He still seemed to be at ease under this attack that was like a rain of killing, and did not look like he had been stabbed in the back by old Barty at all.

As time passed, Voldemort's attacks became more fierce, and the already pitted cemetery was filled with twisted traces of the remaining dark magic.

Finally, he began to indiscriminately attack everything in front of him.

Peter Pettigrew, who was hiding well, caught a glimpse of the Killing Curse coming and was so frightened that he transformed his Animagus into a rat and escaped.

Although it only has three legs, it disappears in the blink of an eye.

But old Barty and Karkaroff, who were lying motionless on the ground, were lucky. They were next to the crystal shield used to protect Harry and Draco and were not affected by Voldemort's attack.

After another round of killing rain, Dumbledore jumped onto the shoulders of the clay giant and raised the Elder Wand towards the dark night sky.

"Tom, you're getting a little anxious."

The calm night sky suddenly became restless.

Voldemort looked up at the dark clouds hanging overhead that were quickly gathering into a ball, and with a sinister grin, he raised the yew wand in his hand.

……

……