Chapter 505

George clearly saw that even now, the eyes of the students looking at Dumbledore were full of distrust and doubt. At this time, any words of Dumbledore seemed so thin that it could no longer arouse people's sympathy.

At this time, Dumbledore lost not only the title of the most powerful wizard in the magic world, but also the support of all wizards in the magic world.

At this time, he really became the rootless drifting grass in the magical world, and Dumbledore was unable to even take up the task of fighting Voldemort.

Dumbledore seemed to understand this, so he tried his best to remedy it, eager to arouse the same hatred among the students.

He said in a heavy tone, "I believe we will all face dark and difficult times. Some of you in the auditorium have been directly victimized by Voldemort's poison. Many of your families have been torn apart. A week ago, among us. One of his classmates was killed."

"It just happened, and we are faced with an important decision. This important decision will determine our future and the future of our family."

Dumbledore said solemnly, "Please remember Cedric. When you have to choose between the right path and the shortcut, please don't forget that a boy with integrity, kindness, and bravery just met Voldemort by chance. It was such a tragic doom. Please always remember Cedric Diggory."

He bowed deeply to the students and repeated, "When you have to choose between the right path and the shortcut, always remember Cedric Diggory."

With sparse applause, many Hufflepuff students fell into sobbing. At this time, they didn't know how to react. They seem to be filled with righteous indignation, and they seem to share the same hatred.

But the person standing on the stage is so unfamiliar and hard to resonate with people. At this time, thinking of the mighty Voldemort, they only felt deep fear.

Then Dumbledore returned to his seat.

"Next, let me say a few words." George's voice shook the entire auditorium, and the sound of magic spread hit everyone's hearts.

"The events of the past few days have surpassed many people's expectations and many people's imagination." He looked around everyone, staring at everyone's eyes with a sharp gaze. "But it just happened. No one can hide their ears as if nothing happened."

George asked loudly, "So, are you scared? Are you panicking?"

Fred stood up on the table with his hands in his hands. He shouted loudly, "I'm not afraid. I have a lot of Voldemort scales here. Do you want to buy them?"

He said in an exaggerated tone, "If Voldemort is willing, I would be happy to sell it back to him at three times the price. I guess he would be willing to buy back the bits and pieces he dropped."

George raised his hand, gestured, and said, "Well, Fred, your souvenirs are really great. I will buy 10 copies for Hogwarts as a collection, and everyone can come up and touch them later. At first glance, Voldemort is actually not that scary."

"The school is safe." He continued to say calmly, "If Voldemort dares to come, I will let him drop more pieces."

With Fred's interruption, the students' nervous atmosphere eased a lot. Yes, the school is safe, Voldemort was defeated by George, and the scales he dropped were also collected by Fred and sold as souvenirs.

Thinking of this, the shadow of the Great Demon King has also disappeared a lot, and fear always stems from the unknown and from imagination.

When the big devil was defeated by his classmates, he also dropped a piece of his body, and saw his classmates playing with the parts of the big devil. At this time, the fear brought by the big devil was greatly diluted.

Seeing the ease of the classmates, George continued, "Even if you fear and panic, it has nothing to do with the magic world. You don't need to fight Voldemort."

He said in a positive tone, "As you can see, I defeated him, single-handedly."

His words caused another excitement among the students. They single-handedly defeated the Demon King, and everyone thought of the night again.

"I know some of you have a good impression of Voldemort, or his pureblood theory." George glanced at the students. Most of the students in Slytherin and Durmstrang seemed to be fidgeting. Is the beneficiary of pure blood theory.

"No matter what you are thinking, you must always understand that for a wizard, only the power you have in your hands is the confidence to speak."

He said in a contemptuous tone, "Don't forget those Death Eaters, their only role in the maze is to kneel and lick Voldemort's robes, bury their heads in the ground, and sing ridiculous hymns."

"Not only can they not benefit from their pure-blood status they have to worry about being stunned by Voldemort."

George smiled softly, "Really ignorant and poor fellow. To them, what is worse, Voldemort's plan did not succeed. He failed, and the Ministry of Magic's wanted will continue, Death Eaters We must continue to hide in Tibet and continue to be angry at both ends."

"So." George stared at the students with sharp eyes, and said solemnly, "When you don't want to be kneeling in front of Voldemort, you need strength when you don't want to be the unlucky person who was stared to death by Voldemort. "

"Yes, power."

George waved his wand, and a black flame flew from the top of his wand. The black flame kept burning and expanding in the void, and the little flame grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into a black dragon looking down at the students condescendingly.

The moment the flame appeared, Mad-Eye Moody slammed open the chair and flew out behind him.

He couldn't retreat and hit the wall with his back. He took out his wand, pointed at the dragon in a hurry, and said in horror, "Devil flame."

The teachers are all horrified, holding the tablecloth on the dining table tightly with both hands, the twisted tablecloth, just like they are nervous at the moment. Karkaroff clutched his thigh with both hands, shaking tremblingly.

"Sorry, it seems I should say it in advance?" George said lightly when he saw the teachers' violent reaction.

His presentation seemed to scare the teachers, although he felt that their reaction was a bit fussy.

"This magic is too dangerous." Dumbledore said solemnly, "especially on this occasion."

"Oh, is it?" George stretched out his hand towards the black dragon, and the terrible dragon quickly shrank, turning into a mini dragon and falling into his palm.

(To be continued.)