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Chapter 168 Scarface Scares the White Demon King to Death
Chapter 169 (Seeking 10,000 daily votes and monthly tickets) Scarface Scares White Demon King to Death
Picking up where we left off, Nagini saw through the old woman's disguise, revealing her to be a trusted confidant of Grindelwald, the leader of the cult. Startled, Ron hastily pulled his magic staff from his ear. It shimmered with crimson light, like a fiery serpent spitting its tongue.
Nagini stared intently at the old woman, still shaken, and said:
"Vendor Rosier, how dare you show your face at Hogwarts! Do you think Albus won't notice your identity?!"
"Ah, Nagini, I think it's been decades since we last met."
Rozier's eyes glazed over for a moment, and a slight smile appeared in his wrinkles.
"However, there is one thing I need to correct you on: I came to Hogwarts to serve as a doctor at the invitation of Dumbledore."
"Impossible!" Nagini exclaimed without hesitation. "Albus would never allow such a dangerous person as you to come to Hogwarts!"
"I'm sorry, dear. The truth is that I'm legally and legitimately present at Hogwarts, and I receive my monthly salary as a faculty member."
Just as the two were about to clash, Harry was already fed up with what he heard. He was annoyed that Dumbledore had taken on a thorn in his side without giving him any warning or information.
But his tiger-like eyes widened, and he drew the dagger from his waist. With a clang, the tiles on the ground cracked open like spiderwebs, and stone chips flew everywhere like locusts.
"Listen carefully, you old woman! I don't care if you're Grindelwald's kept dog or his bed warmer!"
"If you can cure my elder sister, you can take any amount of gold and silver you want; if you make even the slightest mistake, this cracked rock will serve as a warning!"
Despite Harry's threats, Rozier remained unmoved. He bent down to tend to Hermione, then slowly poured several bottles of good potions into her mouth.
He then gently twirled the wand and cast a cleansing spell. The blood and grime from his seven orifices vanished instantly, like dew meeting the morning sun.
Having finished everything, she looked up and said, "Please put the knife away, Mr. Potter. Death is not so terrible for an old lady who is already half-buried in the ground."
"What's truly terrifying are the regrets of things that were never finished."
Harry had no interest in such esoteric talk. He sheathed his ring-bladed dagger with a clang and said, "Enough with the nonsense! Just tell me when my eldest sister will wake up!"
Nagini cried anxiously, "Harry, don't believe her! Albus has definitely been tricked by her!"
"I think that will probably take a day or two." Rozier tapped his wand lightly, and a work ID flew out from the corner, landing right in Harry's hand.
"Don't worry, Mr. Potter, I will take good care of this young lady."
Harry took it and looked at it. The certificate was engraved with the Hogwarts emblem and Dumbledore's signature at the bottom. It was absolutely genuine and could not be faked.
After verifying the credentials, Harry threw them back. He then called to Ron and Nagini left.
As they exited the gate, Harry subtly tugged at Ron, pulled a bag of Galleons from his sleeve, and handed it to him, whispering:
"Brothers, quickly find a few loyal and trustworthy men to keep watch outside this school hospital day and night, lest anything happen to our elder sister. If anything seems amiss, send that old woman straight to the King of Hell."
He added, "I'd like to trouble you again, brother, to find out about Rozier's background. I want to know exactly what kind of person she is."
Ron nodded. "Understood. Leave it to me."
Nagini was craning her neck to look around when she heard Harry's arrangement. It was as if a bucket of snow water had been poured over her head. Her mouth opened slightly, but the words of advice stuck in her throat.
It seems...it appears...Harry is more cautious than I thought...
But isn't that a bit too fierce?
Once outside the fortress, Ron turned and disappeared in an instant.
As Harry escorted Nagini back to her room, he suddenly stopped in the winding corridor and said, "Judging from what you just said, sister, do you perhaps already know that old woman?"
Nagini nodded slightly, the pearl hairpin at her temple trembling slightly. "Vinda Rozier was one of the first cultists to join Grindelwald, the Saints."
Harry's mind was suddenly filled with suspicion. He thought to himself: Damn it! How could that old man Dumbledore allow such a tiger and wolf to lie beside him? Could he be setting up some kind of crazy scheme?
Seeing him hesitate, Nagini assumed he didn't believe her and quickly tugged at his sleeve, speaking seriously:
"Harry, don't trust any of the Vigilantes. They are absolutely loyal to Grindelwald—even though Grindelwald has been imprisoned for decades."
"Every wizard who aspires to become a saint must undergo the trial of Grindelwald's Fiendfire; only true followers survive."
"The Magical Congress of the United States once tried to plant spies within the Mughal Party, but they were all burned at the stake."
Seeing her solemn expression, Harry immediately clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "I know your words of wisdom, sister."
After settling Nagini in, Harry pulled the Marauder's Map from his pocket. The names on the parchment seemed to come alive, pinpointing Ron's location and leading him straight to the Chamber of Secrets.
Upon arriving, they saw Ron and several Slytherin students standing at the foot of the stone steps, talking.
Ron spotted Harry and quickly waved, calling out, "Harry, that old woman is definitely acting strangely!"
Harry's spirits lifted at the words, and he rushed forward, saying, "Brother, please explain in detail."
Ron nudged the Slytherin student next to him. "You talk to Harry."
The servant hurriedly took out a hard card from his pocket and presented it. The gold patterns on it were winding and seemed to move like living things, truly an extraordinary object.
Harry took it and looked at it, asking curiously, "What's the use of this?"
"This is an invitation; Mrs. Rocher has started a club."
Listen up, dear reader: It turns out that when Vinda Rozier first arrived at Hogwarts to teach, less than half a month later, he imitated the practice of forming alliances in the martial arts world and set up a "Noble Club".
They specifically recruit members of prestigious families, acting as intermediaries for the sons of the powerful and wealthy, and bringing together connections from all walks of life.
Rozier was born into a pure-blooded holy race, so everyone naturally respected him. Moreover, the club's actions were entirely beneficial, so holy race members flocked to it, and even the most outstanding talents from humble backgrounds sought it out like vines climbing high branches, hoping to find a place to rely on.
Harry overheard everything and thought to himself: "There's an old saying, 'Without Butcher Zhao, will we still be eating mixed-hair pigs?' This so-called noble club is clearly the same kind of thing as the slug club that my second uncle mentioned."
He pondered for a moment, made up his mind, and then flicked his sleeves, saying, "When will this so-called noble club gather again?"
The Slytherin student quickly replied, "Tomorrow night at 6:30. The exact location changes each time, but just follow the invitation."
Harry's eyes lit up, and he said, "In that case, you must be my guide tomorrow. I'd like to see what's going on in this elite club!"
The student dared not refuse and readily agreed.
The following evening, Harry and Ron disguised themselves and, instead of dining in the Great Hall, followed the Slytherin students through the courtyards.
A shimmering arrow of light appeared on the invitation card, like a guiding star in the night sky. The three followed the arrow for about half an incense stick's time and arrived at the edge of the Quidditch arena.
A tent, over ten feet tall, stood amidst the weeds. It looked ordinary from the outside, but its interior held a hidden secret.
Harry and Ron pulled their top hats down and ducked into the tent. But as soon as they lifted the curtain, a vast expanse stretched out before them, clearly due to the Spatial Expansion Charm.
The two looked around and saw a long table with tassels set out in the middle, with all kinds of delicacies displayed on it, no less impressive than a banquet in a hall.
All around were students in splendid attire, each with a smile that was more of a pretense than a genuine one, much like the clay Maitreya statues at a temple fair. Amidst the fragrance of their clothes and the swaying of their hair, it was truly an air of wealth and extravagance.
Harry glanced at the banquet and was reminded of the time he and that iron-haired boy Lehe went to the Zhao Emperor's Golden Palace for a banquet. A sense of displeasure welled up in his heart.
Upon closer inspection of the figures around them, Draco, Pansy, Flint, and the like were mostly people who had grudges against them.
The rest were either unfamiliar faces who had never set foot in the secret chamber before, interspersed with three or five disciples of the Holy Clan who had entered the secret chamber before.
The two took a tray and began selecting food. Ron looked around and whispered:
"That old woman is definitely up to no good. Look at the kind of people attending this party!"
"It's practically a gathering of Death Eater trainees."
Harry gripped his wine glass calmly: "Brother, calm down and see what kind of nonsense this old woman is putting on."
Before the words were finished, Rozier, dressed in a tight-fitting dress, gracefully stepped onto the stage. She casually picked up a silver fork and tapped it on a glass cup, producing a clear "ding—" sound, like a jade chime piercing the clouds, instantly silencing the clamor in the tent.
"Welcome everyone to this month's Noble Club gathering. I would like to express my special thanks to the Malfoy family, as it was Mr. Lucius who provided us with the venue for this gathering."
Draco, his hair slicked back, straightened up, a smug look on his face, gave an arrogant bow, and then fawned over Rosier:
"We should be thanking you, Mrs. Rosier. It is you who have brought together truly outstanding students."
These words drew laughter from the entire room, much like the cawing of crows.
Ron, his mouth stuffed full of juicy sausages, squinted and spat at the sound, "These guys' laughter is disgusting."
Harry chuckled as he drank, "Since these fellows consider themselves the cream of the crop, brother, tell me, where have all the scoundrels gone?"
Ron spat and cursed, "They dare call themselves elites? A bunch of inbreeding products!"
The sound was like a boulder falling into a pool, startling all the guests around, who turned pale.
Draco, with his sharp ears, heard everything clearly. He turned his head and looked around, just in time to see two burly men with their backs to him, engrossed in their food. He immediately shouted sternly:
"Whose family are you from? Has no one taught you how to speak properly? If you don't want to attend the party, get out right now!"
Ron, his beard bristling, slammed his fist on the table, causing the cups and plates to rattle. He whirled around and roared:
"Who did you just tell to get out?!"
The guests in the tent were all unfamiliar with the red-haired man, and a commotion arose.
"Is this the Weasley family's property?"
"Who invited him?"
"Is it the one nicknamed 'Desperate Six'?"
"The poor are coming! Everyone, quickly hold onto your wallets!"
When Draco first saw Ron, he was initially intimidated, but then, seeing that everyone around him was one of his own, his courage returned.
Forcing a defiant stance, he pointed his finger and shouted, "Do you have a problem with what I said, Weasley?"
"Nobody here welcomes you!"
Before he could finish speaking, the man in the top hat next to him threw his wine cup to the ground, threw off his hat, stood up, and shouted loudly:
"They won't welcome my brothers, but they won't welcome me either!"
The sound was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, and everyone in the tent was terrified.
Several young men nearby stumbled and fell backward, pushing and shoving each other as if they wanted to disappear into the ground. A chorus of panicked cries filled the air.
"Who brought this madman here?!"
"Quickly, bring Professor Dumbledore here! Let me out!"
"Potter, Potter! There's no criminal here!"
"Don't do anything reckless! My dad is the presiding judge!"
Harry surveyed the chaotic scene and burst into laughter. "I thought it was a gathering of heroes, but it's just a radish party!"
His mockery made everyone's faces turn purplish-red, but no one dared to utter a sound.
Rozier remained unfazed, smiling slightly, and said, "Good night, Mr. Potter. Are you here to join us?"
Draco, who was overhearing this, was so anxious that he wrung his hands and stamped his feet.
If Potter joins, how will I face anyone afterward?
When it comes to raising Pokémon, what will others think of me?
Harry stared at Rozier and laughed, "You old hag, you're quite the troublemaker. You were involved in the witchcraft of the Church of the Dead before, and now you're raising the banner of being a madam."
"I am a righteous and upright man, seven feet tall. These prostitutes are not worthy to sit with me!"
Even though Rozier was a man of great experience, even when Grindelwald fell from power and he himself suffered the calamity of being imprisoned, he had never been insulted like this by a jailer.
At that moment, a dark fire of karmic retribution arose in his heart, but he still forced a smile and said calmly:
"Alright, Mr. Potter, I respect your choice."
After saying this, he did not drive them away, but instead turned around and comforted everyone to sit down again.
Unfortunately, with Harry so powerful by his side, how could any of the students feel at ease?
They were all on pins and needles, their eyes darting around as they picked up their chopsticks, stealing glances at the scarred man.
The previous lively and boisterous scene had long since turned into a stagnant pool. Everyone silently raised their glasses, a scene reminiscent of drinking the final cup before execution.
Harry drank silently for a long time, but he noticed that everyone at the table was quiet and didn't dare to speak loudly or provoke anyone.
Feeling bored sitting there, and having eaten his fill, he exchanged a glance with Ron, and the two of them got up from their seats.
As they approached the tent entrance, Harry suddenly turned around, crossed his arms, and laughed loudly at the crowd.
"Today's feast was quite delicious! I'll come again to bother you next time you host a banquet!"
After saying this, one picked up a monk's knife and the other carried a willow stick, and the two walked out of the tent side by side.
The moment the two men left, the once stagnant tent erupted into a cacophony of voices. All that pent-up emotion burst forth like a floodgate opening, a cacophony of chatter filling the air.
"That Scarface Potter is too arrogant! He's bullying us!"
"How rude!"
"That's right! We absolutely cannot let him get away with this!"
Rozier glanced coldly at the group of students, who were all glaring and baring their teeth, shouting until their faces were red. He sighed inwardly.
A bunch of useless trash.
As Harry and Ron emerged from the tent, Ron said in a low voice:
"Harry, I have a feeling that old woman is trying to win over these students—do you think she might be trying to revive the Mughal Party?"
Harry clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Brother, what I see is exactly the same as what I see!"
Having said that, he patted Ron on the shoulder, "Brother, go and see if eldest sister has woken up. I'll go find that old man Dumbledore and ask him what's going on!"
The two then split up, one heading towards the school hospital and the other heading straight for the principal's office.
The curfew was approaching, and the castle was deserted except for the clatter of Harry's boots echoing through the stone corridors.
The two stone beasts in front of the gate were dozing off when they suddenly heard this noise. They knew that the evil star had arrived.
Just as he was about to speak to report, Harry flicked his wand and cast a silencing spell.
The two stone beasts could only stare as the scarred man strode to the door, didn't knock, and kicked it hard with his right foot!
With a loud "bang," Harry leaped into the room, hands on his hips, and shouted:
"Come out! Come out! You old bastard, you've been up to all sorts of shady dealings behind the scenes, why don't you come and explain yourself to me!"
After catching his breath for about three minutes, an elderly man with white hair emerged from the inner room. His nightcap was askew, and his dressing robe was loose; it was none other than Dumbledore.
He shakily steadied himself against the wall, and sighed:
"Are you going to kill me, Mr. Harry James Potter?"
"Did you know that older people tend to go to bed earlier? You almost gave me a heart attack."
Harry had already dragged over a chair, sat down comfortably, and said with wide eyes, "Now that Hogwarts is in grave danger, you old man are sleeping soundly! It's infuriating!"
"That sounds familiar."
Dumbledore went straight to the newly installed rosewood cabinet by the wall, where he saw it was densely packed with magical potions for treating headaches.
He casually picked up a dose, tilted his head back, and drank it all down before letting out a long sigh of relief. He then slowly returned to his seat, placing his ten fingers interlaced on the table.
"Tell me, Harry, what have I done to make you so angry this time?"
Harry slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "What a pretentious old fool! Isn't that Vinda Rozier a remnant of the Sorcerers? Grindelwald's trusted confidant who held the sword for him?"
"It's absurd enough to allow such a treacherous and wicked person to roam freely in Hogwarts, but now they're even letting her form cliques and societies!"
"When you open your eyes tomorrow, the hall will probably be filled not with Hogwarts students, but with little saints of the Lich Party!"
Upon hearing this question, Dumbledore relaxed his shoulders, and the frown between his brows eased slightly.
"So that's why you came."
"Okay, Harry, here's the thing. I made a deal with someone, and his condition was that Vinda live out his old age in peace."
"However, you don't need to worry about her doing anything that could harm the peace of the magical world. I have placed a ban on her."
"She cannot mention or write anything related to the UMNO or Grindelwald."
"As for that aristocratic club, I knew about it the moment she had the idea. You have no idea how much money she made off those noble students through that club."
Harry looked suspicious and said, "Is it really that simple to just forbid mentioning it? I have a feeling something's fishy about this, like a fire hidden in paper—it won't last long!"
Dumbledore ignored this, saying, "A month ago, she comforted Miss Lavender, who had come for treatment of her broken arm, by calling her a 'good girl,' and I gave her a warning for that."
Harry was completely confused and didn't understand what it meant. "Professor, don't be so mysterious. How is a simple word of comfort taboo?"
"Gellert Grindelwald, GG is short for his name."
"I have reason to suspect that Venda wanted to use this method to convey a message about Grindelwald."
The principal, employing a secret incantation, kept a close watch, listening intently to every word; scrutinizing every sentence, he treated it like a prison of words, making it difficult to discipline students' behavior with ease. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment.
(End of this chapter)