Hogwarts: Not Even Voldemort Can Stop Me From Learning Chapter 541: Magic School League - Novel Cool

Chapter 541: Magic School League

George explained: "That night, there were actually a few hooded figures from the Wizard Purity Party causing trouble. But their plan was detected early by DumbledoreSense—before they could do anything, they were caught. Later, the mascots started attacking the crowd, and those Home members took advantage to escape."

Fred picked up the thread: "So if Malfoy’s father was one of those hooded figures… and during his escape, he accidentally bumped into a Wizard Purity Party member who happened to be nearby…"

"Out of fear of exposing their secret," George added, winking, "they took Lucius Malfoy into custody."

Liam spoke softly: "So… could it be possible… that Malfoy’s father was actually killed? They might have destroyed the body to cover it up… which is why he can’t be found."

There was a hint of sympathy and worry in his voice.

Michael raised an eyebrow. "It’s possible, but unlikely. Lucius Malfoy is too valuable—even for his family’s wealth. They’d keep him alive, at least. They might rough him up, but they wouldn’t kill him."

Liam exhaled in relief. "That’s good to hear…"

Ron shrugged. "Why do you even care about Malfoy’s father? You know what he’s done in the past? That family was one of Voldemort’s most trusted lieutenants!"

Wade stayed silent.

Had it not been for his constant contact with Dreian and the others, he might have believed the same—that Lucius Malfoy had been taken by the Wizard Purity Party.

But Wade knew better.

After the Murder Forest incident, the members of the Wizard Purity Party had already returned to Gray Castle. And as for the vampire… their discussion had been accurate.

Garr Troke hadn’t done much before being imprisoned—just smuggling a few Ministry-prohibited goods, and possibly stealing a few things. These acts were clearly illegal under Ministry law, but to the Wizard Purity Party, he was just a minor thief.

Garr had been cursed by Voldemort and forced to serve him. After falling into Gellert Grindelwald’s hands, no one knew what the old man was thinking—but he did intervene, and freed Garr from the curse. The cost? Garr nearly died. If he hadn’t been a vampire, he would have been dead.

Afterward, he wisely threw himself at the feet of the Wizard Purity Party, weeping and begging to join. He’s still recovering, so he can’t do much yet.

Meanwhile, Sirius Black’s wand had been sent back via owl—directly to the Black Family Manor, not through Wade. That caused Sirius and Remus Lupin to worry and debate for days.

But Lucius Malfoy’s disappearance… that still felt deeply strange to Wade.

He wasn’t captured by the Wizard Purity Party. He wasn’t with Little Barty Crouch or Voldemort. The man devoured by the Flame Stream—Wade hadn’t seen his face clearly, but the build wasn’t that of the elder Malfoy.

So… was the man hiding on his own?

Wade rubbed his chin, uncertain.

The butterfly effect was creating ever-expanding ripples. Small disturbances kept compounding, and the original plot was becoming less and less reliable.

Like Little Barty Crouch—Wade still didn’t understand why he’d broken free from his father’s control so early.

A Cart Witch passed by, and the group bought a pile of snacks, piling them onto the table. It was their lunch.

"My dad says we should be careful around the Wizard Purity Party," Ginny Weasley said quietly, holding a slice of pumpkin pie. "He says they’re not to be trusted."

Harry nodded. "Sirius Black said the same."

"Anyway, it’s got nothing to do with us," Ron said, tearing open a Chocolate Frog wrapper and grabbing the frog as it tried to leap away. "I don’t care what happened to Malfoy’s dad. Right now, I just want to know what’s going to happen this year."

All eyes turned to Wade.

He set down his carrot juice. "I’ve heard a few things. But the real message will come from Dumbledore at tonight’s Feast."

"We want to know now!" the Weasley Twins said in unison.

"Fine," Wade said, ignoring the Ministry of Magic’s so-called confidentiality rules. "Do you know about the Triwizard Tournament?"

"I do," Hermione said eagerly. "I read about it in Hogwarts: A History. It’s a competition founded over seven hundred years ago. Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang—the three largest magic schools in Europe—held a friendship tournament every five years. Each school selected one champion, and the three champions competed in three magical events!"

"Every five years? I’ve never heard of it!" Harry said, surprised.

Wade explained: "The tournament stopped because too many people died."

"Too many people died?" Hermione repeated, stunned. The books never explained why the tournament ended.

She glanced around, but no one else seemed surprised. Everyone was excited—Ginny Weasley, usually shy, looked eager. Even the usually reserved ones were buzzing.

"Is the Triwizard Tournament coming back?" Fred leaned forward, eyes bright. "Then I’m definitely entering. I want to be Hogwarts’ champion!"

"Hey, that means we’ll be rivals!" George grinned, nudging his brother.

"Not quite," Wade said. "It’s not a revival of the Triwizard Tournament. The name has changed. It’s now called the Magic School League."

He looked at them. "Back then, travel and communication were so slow that the tournament was just a European thing—three schools playing for fun. But this time, more schools are joining."

"More?" Harry widened his eyes. "How many magic schools are there?"

"Not counting small local houses or family-run magic homes, there are eleven well-known magic schools in total," Wade said. "The Ministry of Magic has been preparing for over a year. Just two months ago, the last school officially joined."

"Merlin’s beard!" the Weasley Twins said in unison, exchanging wide-eyed looks. "We’re going to face magic schools from all over the world?"

"Exactly," Wade said. "So, how does the competition work?"

Hermione asked nervously: "What events will there be? Will it be dangerous? I thought there were so many deaths before..."

Wade shook his head. "That part is the real confidential information. Even we won’t know the exact events until the competition begins."

"Who picks the champions?" Fred asked. "I don’t care—I’m entering!"

"Are we even ready?" Ron turned to Harry. "What do you think? Wouldn’t it be amazing if we could be champions?"

Harry grinned, unable to hide his excitement. He didn’t say it out loud, but he did want to be a champion—someone to bring glory to Hogwarts, to win a trophy.

Wade turned his gaze slightly, watching the rain slant across the window. Lightning flashed in the distance, briefly illuminating the rolling hills beyond.

There was one thing he hadn’t told them.

Originally, the Ministry and the participating schools had wanted to set an age limit—only students aged seventeen and above could enter, to reduce the danger.

But due to certain influences, that rule never passed. The competition’s rules changed dramatically.

—No age limit.

—No school restriction.

—Any student who met the qualifications was eligible.

This wasn’t just a tournament.

It was the Eleven Famous Magic Schools League.

(End of Chapter)

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