Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Hermione was a little uneasy now.She checked what was ready over and over again, recalling each step over and over again.The fierce competition in the stadium is very attractive, and Hermione also wants to enjoy it, but no matter how exciting the competition is, it is not worth mentioning compared to the risky confrontation. After all, there can only be more and more means to prevent accidents.At this time, the exciting explanations and boiling shouts in the gym gradually moved away from Hermione's ears, and then became an obstacle that prevented her from checking the plan again.

"It's almost there," DeWitt couldn't stand it anymore and said softly: "The best state is freedom. It's so relaxed that you can think of everything in your hand, and it's so tight that you can implement every action when you think of it. , in order to get into better shape - I think you have to forget about our next plans, get into the game and enjoy this... this group of... um... broomstick throwing games... why don't they just play Where’s one?”

"How barbaric." Hermione smiled as she completed her last check, intending to listen to DeWitt's advice.As soon as they looked towards the stadium, they heard Ron and Harry shouting excitedly: "Linzie fell down! Krum tricked him!" Then these roars were drowned in the noise of the audience.It seemed that the game was reaching a critical juncture. She said nothing more, picked up the binoculars, and started watching the game.

This moment was also a turning point in the game.The Veela seduced the referee by dancing when their team scored.The referee threatened to expel the Veela after being woken up.Members of the Bulgarian team fell to the ground and quarreled with the referee during the timeout, and extended the quarrel to the mascots of the two teams, which naturally expanded the hostility between the two sides and spread it to the next two teams playing on the court. between teams.

"Look," DeWitt finally felt the charm of Quidditch. He watched a male player elbow the opponent's female player hard, watched the player with a stick in his hand chase the opponent's player, and observed carefully Looking at the battle situation, he said: "It's better to form a team and fight."

The final result of the game was that the Irish team won.DeWitt remembers Mr. Weasley's bet on the Irish victory.Then the twins roared excitedly: "We made the right bet! We won! Okay! We won!" Then all they have to do is wait until the award ceremony is over...

Ludo Bagman came over on his own initiative. He was hoarse and looked very bad. He was holding a bag full of gold galleons in his hand and asked the twins: "How much should I give you?"

The twins smiled at each other, rubbed their hands together excitedly, and said a big and scary number.Ludo Bagman handed over the gold galleons.The twins counted one by one.This scene did not avoid many people.DeWitt glanced at it without paying any more attention. He focused on the invisible man next to Barty Crouch, and at the same time tried to guess the identity of the invisible man.Now that the game is over, there is finally a suitable opportunity to trouble others.

"Mr. Wesley," DeWitt said politely, "do you know what Mr. Barty Crouch is like? I have considered working in the Ministry of Magic in the future, and I am especially interested in Mr. Crouch's department. Could you please introduce your mother to me?"

"No problem," Mr. Wesley smiled cordially and immediately began to collect information in his mind. However, he looked up at the environment and listened to the movement around him. He could only say loudly: "Wait until we go back? Tonight's celebration It will last for a long time, in the camp, I will tell you carefully then."

"No need to trouble Arthur," Sirius Black pulled Harry over and used a soundproofing magic to say: "I know about Crouch, and the most famous thing is about his son. After knowing that his son is a cannibal After becoming a Dead Apostle, he personally sent his son to Azkaban, and personally decided to give his son a Dementor's Kiss. ​​He was competent in his duties, and everyone who heard of him would admire him. Most people I would choose to stay away from him. After all, you have to be careful not to make mistakes when working with such a person. In short, he is impersonal and you need to carefully consider the risks of approaching him."

DeWitt followed Sirius Black's words: "It's indeed a bit scary. Being too close to such a person may be very stressful..." He looked at Mr. Weissley apologetically.

"It doesn't matter," Mr. Weasley said understandingly: "It's still early to think about future work. It doesn't matter if you wait a few more years. If you have questions about the Ministry of Magic, you can ask them at any time - as long as they are not confidential."

That means DeWitt won't have to go to Mr. Weiss later.In the spare time, he and Hermione took several walks around the camp.Signs in the camp suggested the Irish celebrations were expected to last into the early hours of the next morning.

A wonderful evening was interrupted by an accident at midnight.DeWitt and Hermione witnessed the entire process - some people left the tent, and some entered from outside the camp. They changed into black robes in hidden places, put on smooth masks, and gathered from all directions.When the first person to notice these sneaky people appeared, these men in black robes launched an attack.They pulled out their wands and unleashed flames, setting tent after tent on fire and forcing out the disheveled men and women inside.Innocent people ran and screamed, and women's shrill screams pierced the sky one after another.The men called anxiously to summon their families.The expanding fire burned away people's happiness, combined with the billowing smoke, spreading anxiety to every corner of the camp.

"Not yet," DeWitt stopped Hermione who was about to help. "No one has been injured yet, so there is no need to intervene in advance. If we do it now, it may cause accidental injury."

The flames burned higher and higher.Under the flickering orange firelight, there were patches of shadows dancing like demons.The people in black robes laughed loudly, and these grotesque shadows climbed onto their bodies, perfectly immersing their evil hearts.Mr. Roberts, who was in charge of the camp, rushed over. He shouted the names of his family members and shouted "Fire out! Fire out!" He moved faster than the officials of the Ministry of Magic, and also attracted the attention of the people in black robes. .

"It's that Muggle!" A male voice full of malice and excitement rang out among the men in black robes: "The Muggle who manages the wizard camp... catch him!"

Responding shrill laughter echoed among the men in black robes, who used their magic on Mr. Roberts.

Invisible forces manipulated Mr. Roberts' body.He screamed in terror, waving his limbs in the air in vain.Mrs. Roberts, who was about to leave first with her children, ran back with all her strength. She waved her arms and landed her two pale legs alternately. She chased her husband and tried to pull Mr. Roberts down from the air, but she couldn't help running. Flying, floating and waving his limbs like Mr. Roberts.The hem of the nightgown falls and then rises, and the content under the hem further arouses the evil thoughts of the people in black robes based on certain desires, making the people in black robes act more unscrupulously.The two children cried in fear, but followed their mother and chased their father.They didn't know what happened, and they were immediately suspended in the air by magic.

In this way, the screams of the Roberts family covered up the short burst of crackling fire, and fear and despair radiated to every corner of the camp.