Chapter 903 Don't Let Hatred Swallow Your Soul

The duckbill cattails swim around the island of Azkaban, diving into the bottom of the sea from time to time, jumping out of the sea from time to time, carefree and wanton.

Finally, they swam to a corner of Azkaban Island, jumped high on the rocky seaside next to the small castle of Azkaban Academy, landed on a big rock on the beach, and rolled together.

Here, George and Fred were already waiting.

I saw the leading duckbill puffer twisted for a while, and instantly transformed into a tall figure, with golden-red hair flicking, and with the magic power, all the sea water on its body was thrown out.

"Cool~" George whistled and looked at Anton excitedly, "How about it, how does it feel to be a duckbill velvet?"

Fred carried a bucket of animal food and poured it into the groove in the middle of the stone, letting these little guys who had worked hard all day have a good meal, and he also looked excited, "I also want to be like you in the water. Swimming, I think that feeling must be very exciting."

Anton raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It's very good."

"Wow~" George and Fred Ziqi exclaimed.

At this moment, Neville came over with Fudge, "Hey, George, Fred, our Minister of Magic has something to ask you."

George and Fred glanced at each other, then at Anton.

Anton didn't know what Fudge was going to do, he just shrugged.

"Children, these pets of yours are really amazing!" Fudge first nodded to Anton, and looked enthusiastically at George and the others with a posture of "we are our own people, so we don't need to say hello deliberately."

George and the others didn't have much affection for this fat man. They didn't like politicians.

However, after Hannah and Neville's explanations in the hut, they naturally knew that Fudge was indeed a partner of the hut, and belonged to half of him.

"Haha, yes." George said with an awkward yet polite smile.

"That's right." Fudge rubbed his hands, looking at George and the others expectantly, "Everyone seems to have only seen the performance of those warriors, but I only noticed these cute little guys."

"Oh ho ho ho, look, it's so cute."

Having said that, when a duck-billed puffer came over to look at him curiously, Fudge took a step back in fright, and regained his composure when he saw Anton beside him.

"I wish I could hire these little guys."

"???"

Both George and Fred were stunned, "What?"

"I have discussed with Anton about the Ministry of Magic's plans to adapt to the times, hoping to move more important departments of the Ministry of Magic to the island of Azkaban. The original Ministry of Magic building is more suitable for an external reception office. The place."

Fudge looked at the two brothers who looked exactly the same with a smile. Compared with Percy, he found that he was more affectionate to these two little guys. Perhaps seeing the potential in them would give him a kind of dependence on him. It's not just Anton's feelings.

The hut... The Academy of Azkaban...

No matter what the name was, every member of this organization would be his help, not just Anton. Fudge is keenly aware of this, and doesn't mind showing kindness to these organization members when the time is right.

"After this game is over, Azkaban Island and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft and Witchcraft will be protected by powerful magic. The way to get to Azkaban Island at that time is to connect to the fireplace of the Floo network. , only the ships from the space gate of the Ministry of Magic Hall are left."

"I hope to hire these little guys to guard this waterway. I think they have enough capabilities."

"Establish the Ministry of Magic on the island of Azkaban?" George's complexion became strange. You know, this place used to be a prison that everyone turned pale upon hearing of it.

"No wonder the Ministry of Magic is so involved in the construction of the arena!" Fred thought more, pointing to the roof of a building on the island of Azkaban, "So the investment in the construction of those arenas is to facilitate future relocation ?”

Anton raised his eyebrows from the side, "It is indeed such a plan. To spend a lot of money on the island of Azkaban for the top 100 competition, this method can easily get everyone's support. When the Ministry of Magic headquarters moves over, You don’t need to spend as much, and there will be less resistance.”

"show~"

"cool!"

George and the others were amazed.

"What do you think?" Fudge looked eager.

Oh, in fact, he didn't do it for any reason of protecting the waterway. Of course, he also had ideas in this regard. But more is to hope to build a connection with the twins.

With the excuse of duckbill velvet, he will have more in-depth contact with these members of the Anton organization.

Ha, those idiots would actually think about investing in those contestants and warriors, but ignore this group of teenagers organizing the competition. These talents are the real potential stocks!

"Oh, let me think about it, what is the appropriate salary..."

Fudge pondered for a while, "Maybe I can provide you with a shop in Diagon Alley, our Ministry of Magic still has several shop properties there, and one of them is facing Gringotts, which is very spacious and atmospheric. "

"!!!" George and Fred's eyes lit up.

Fudge is capable!

Anton's vision was right!

Simply not too perfect!

In an instant, this chubby old politician with a calculating face looked naive and very kind.

"Oh, so Mommy can't stop us from opening the store!" murmured George, looking at Fred with bright eyes.

"Yes!" Fred nodded vigorously.

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The first knockout round of the Top 100 Tournament is over.

About every detail and every change of this event, contestants, referees, officials, all kinds of news spread to every corner of the world very quickly.

Many adult wizards would exclaim like this when watching reports or magic videos—if they were them, it seemed that they might not be able to pass this competition.

Yes, these young wizards are better than many wizards in the world.

At the same time, many people are talking about why the 'mysterious man' appeared in this place.

"He's spying on these kids, and he's planning to recruit his men! I know it!" Someone shouted loudly in the tavern, and then found that everyone's faces turned pale, so they looked outside the door in horror, and waited for a while Seeing that there were no terrifying Death Eaters rushing in to release the Killing Curse, he was relieved.

But that's it, everyone is using all kinds of cryptic words to talk about and speculate on what kind of conspiracy this terrible Dark Lord has.

Similarly, a photo is enough to make everyone amazed.

It was a photo of the competition referee team. Anton sat in the middle, with Dumbledore and Grindelwald on the left, and Voldemort on the right.

Such a picture really makes people want to say too much.

Harry Potter looked at the photo in the "Hogwarts Weekly" in some silence, pursing his lips hard. No matter what Voldemort has become, Voldemort is Voldemort, still the archenemy who killed his parents.

At this moment, a hand reached out and gently closed the magazine on the table.

Harry couldn't help raising his head, it was Sirius who was full of concern.

"Son, I hope you remember, don't let hatred consume your heart!"

"But..." Harry's eyes filled with tears.

If there is no Voldemort, his life shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be spending his childhood in the closet under the cramped stairs on Privet Drive, he shouldn't be growing up under the roar of uncle and aunt and Dudley's fist, he shouldn't be yes……

"No but!" Sirius stared deeply at Harry, "You have to remember, don't be impulsive, Harry, hatred won't solve any problems, it will only make your future life full of darkness."

"Everything has me, every member of the Order of the Phoenix, and Dumbledore!"

He tapped the magazine vigorously with his fingers, "This evil devil shouldn't be your concern, okay?"

Harry wanted to say that he couldn't, he really couldn't.

However, seeing Sirius' expression full of deep worry, he couldn't help sighing, "I see."

Sirius rubbed Harry's head with a smile, brought a few dishes, opened a jug of wine, and poured out some viscous, blood-red liquid that smelled like potions into the cup.

Oh, misread.

Harry rubbed his eyes and found that there was clear wine in the glass, exuding a faint fragrance.

"It can only be a little bit, just half a cup, in order to celebrate that you have successfully passed the first level of the Top 100 Tournament."

Sirius gracefully picked up the wine glass and clinked glasses with Harry. Harry looked at Sirius' apron with cute puppies printed on wooden ears with a smile, and couldn't help but feel a little funny. The smell of blood.

Oh, the choking smell of wine.

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose with some headaches, feeling that he really overreacted because of Voldemort's arrival.

Sirius was right, you can't let hatred eat your heart.

In this case, Anton once told himself. Harry took another sip of his wine, as if Anton had said that he, Hermione, and Draco would start training him, Hermione, and Draco tomorrow. He hoped to master more powerful magic as soon as possible, so that he could face all kinds of magic.

Sirius greeted Harry to eat spaghetti, "I followed the follow-up of this game, it is said that the second level is to challenge monsters in a 'monster maze', and then get the treasure chest they guard?"

Harry's attention was immediately attracted, and he nodded, "It's still on the island of Azkaban. They built a huge maze, which is said to be used to protect the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic in the future."

"After that, the competition venue will be moved to the Hogwarts school."

Sirius frowned, and stared at Harry with raised eyelids.

Harry didn't notice his expression, and continued, "I heard them say in the hut that they would put a lot of monsters in it, including all kinds of magical animals and dark magic creatures, and even allow them to be eliminated in the first level Warriors sign up, and let them be treated as monsters in groups of two."

"Haha..." Sirius laughed, "It's a really bad way, oh, those losers will definitely use all their strength to prevent these warriors from obtaining the treasure chest."

Harry recalled the reaction of other people when Anton proposed this idea in the hut, and couldn't help laughing, "Yes, it's very bad."

"However, this level only needs to obtain one treasure chest to be considered a success." Sirius thought deeply, and looked at Harry seriously, "If you encounter a monster that is too powerful at that time, you must not try your best, you should choose other targets, maybe It is a good choice to deal with two little wizards."

Harry was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the chicken-headed snake monster that Anton had released in the hut before, he couldn't help but shivered, and his expression became serious immediately, "I will!"

Sirius was obviously satisfied with Harry's statement, and nodded his head, "Sometimes we have to realize this, wisdom is a more powerful force than magic."

"Come on." He raised his glass again, "I wish you success in passing the second level."

"Hmm." Harry also raised his glass, with a smirk on his face.

In the gloomy kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry felt a warmth he had never felt before, a taste of home.

Sirius was worried about him, so why wasn't he worried about Sirius.

When it comes to impulsiveness, when it comes to being blinded by hatred, Sirius may be even worse than him.

However, he never noticed that in the far corner, the house-elf Kreacher was looking at him and Sirius with a sneer on his face, pointing at them from a distance with his old and wrinkled fingers, exuding the unique magic of house-elf magic. fluctuations.