[HP] This Evil

The game was over, and the audience began to leave one after another. Lucius Malfoy left the box first, and Narcissa followed behind him.

"Cathy, isn't it safe for you to live in a tent alone in the camp?" Draco held Catherine's hand tightly to prevent the surging crowd from blowing them away.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I was often at home when I was young." Catherine said indifferently, Michaelera and Alfonso often went abroad to give some academic reports, and Cecilia was studying at Hogwarts, so she was often alone Lives at the Ferrara estate, but Julie the house-elf is there when she needs help.

"No, you're a girl, it's too unsafe." Draco squeezed Catherine's hand a little more tightly, "I'll stay with you, I'll go talk to my dad right now."

"Wait a minute, I..." Catherine was brought before Lucius and Narcissa by Draco before she finished speaking.

"Dad, it's not safe for Cathy to live in a tent by herself, can I go with her? I mean, it's not suitable for a girl to live in a camp by herself, is it?"

Narcissa suddenly smiled slightly, and looked at her son with a teasing expression.

"In my opinion, Draco, it's even more inappropriate for you to spend the night with Miss Ferrara." Lucius frowned, doubting his son's IQ for the first time.

"I'm fine myself, Draco." Catherine tugged at Draco's sleeve, blushing a little.

"Well, Draco, how about you send Miss Catherine back and stay with her until eleven o'clock, and then cast a quarantine spell on her tent?" Narcissa opened her mouth, and then took another look at her face, her face was getting redder and redder. Catherine.

"That's it, Draco, you probably haven't forgotten how to use the Quarantine Curse?" Lucius said.

"Of course not, then it's settled, I'll go see Cathy." Draco said, his ears were a little red again, and then he pulled Catherine and quickly disappeared from the Malfoy couple's sight.

The Bulgarian fans were still reveling with the flame whiskey. They clinked glasses over and over again, repeatedly talked about Krum's superb flying skills on the field just now, hugged each other's shoulders and laughed loudly, and there were fireworks of various colors in the sky When it exploded, a red-skinned man with a mustache was holding a ukulele and sang beside the campfire, "Wizard, hold a wand and protect my love; time, raise your wand and kill my love... Bai Wizards, come from heaven, protect your homeland; dark wizards, come from hell, destroy yourself..." (This terrible lyrics is original by the author, source of inspiration: Ukulele playing and singing "Old Time Is a Beauty", British drama "Killing" Die Dear)

"They're a little noisy." Catherine picked up her wand and wanted to cast a "shut your ears and listen" spell around her tent.

"Wait!" Draco stopped her suddenly, "I'll cast the spell when I leave later, just in case... what if the Irish fans come to take revenge on Bulgaria?"

"Isn't it? Didn't the Ministry of Magic send Aurors to maintain law and order?" Catherine felt that Draco was a little worried, but she still put down her wand.She was a little sleepy, lying on the table with a cup of hot cocoa in her arms and listening to Draco's speech in a daze. His wand was on the edge of the table, his pale, slender fingers resting on it.

"Irish fans won't come over..." Catherine's eyelids kept fighting. She had nightmares all summer. She woke up one morning and felt that she was beaten by someone last night, and her whole body hurt.

"Cathy, wake up." Draco pushed Catherine, who was already asleep on the table.

"What are you doing..." Catherine was so sleepy, even more sleepy than in astronomy class. She got up at five o'clock today to braid her hair and choose clothes, and now she is too tired to straighten her back.

"Don't sleep, wait, wait..."

The singing in the camp continued, and a few drunk wizards even took out their wands, laughing and joking about having a midnight duel.

"Robert, be careful, put your wand back, there are some Muggle administrators over there," said a woman.

"Catherine, Cathy, get up, I'll take you out." Draco didn't wait for Catherine to open her eyes, and dragged her to the edge of the camp. His footsteps were very hasty. He looked around from time to time, as if he was looking for someone.

"What's wrong?" Catherine finally woke up after being blown by the cold night wind.

Draco didn't answer her, but just focused on walking towards the woods on the edge of the camp, and Catherine noticed with the help of moonlight that the expression on his face was never so serious.

"Dark wizards, come from hell, destroy yourself...betray your friends, abandon your beliefs, and join forces with snakes and rats...Dark wizards, never lose your love..." The red-skinned man with mustache and red skin is still holding the worn-out Yuk Singing in the campfire, the bonfire burned more and more, casting his shadow on the ground, and the men still refused to go back to the tent to sleep, still laughing.

Draco finally stopped, and just as he pushed Catherine behind a bush, there were terrible screams from the camp.

"What happened?" Catherine saw through the gaps in the trees that the camp was full of flames, many tents had been pushed down, and wizards, big and small, ran towards the woods in panic.A group of men in black robes and silver masks assembled and let out wanton, high-pitched laughter as they levitated the camp's Muggle administrator, Roberts, and his Muggle family with their wands.

"It's the Death Eaters!" someone yelled.

Under the control of the spell, the Muggles kept putting themselves into various contorted poses, shouting out of fear and pain.Among them was a short boy, the son of Mr. Roberts. Catherine had seen him during the day. He had red hair and green eyes. He looked to be five or six years old. He was chattering all the time, very lively and noisy. .He was flying between the two Bulgarian flags at the moment under the control of the black-robed wizards, like a runaway Quaffle.

A strange pleasure suddenly surged up in Catherine's heart.

Lambert was also six years old when he was captured by Muggles.

Lambert was also six years old when he died.

More and more people were pouring in from the woods, and Draco leaned his arms folded against the tree trunk, staring at the panicked crowd.Catherine looked away from the Muggles and took a short step to the left to be beside him, but neither of them spoke.

After a while, Draco spoke, he was a little confused, "Will many people die today?"

"I don't know, people die every day, that's Merlin's will. But at least Malfoy and Ferrara won't die today." Catherine said calmly and indifferently.

"You're always telling me about your sister, she's an Auror in Germany now, isn't she? I remember you getting along very well," Draco added.

"I love Cecilia very much. I just love her," Catherine replied.

Just love, not support, not approval.

"Are you going to work for the Ministry of Magic in the future?" Draco continued.The moonlight tonight is beautiful, but this is not a good place to talk about ideals.

"I haven't thought about it, maybe it depends on who is the Minister of Magic."

Another long silence.

There are still wizards running in from the woods, some of them are still drunk and don’t know what happened, and they are dragged by their families all the way; some of them just put on a piece of clothing over their pajamas, shivering in the British night .

"Cathy, I'll take you home in a while." Draco said suddenly.

The wizards had basically run to the depths of the woods, and the surrounding environment gradually quieted down. The Muggles could no longer make a sound, hanging in the air like rotten puppets.

"Bang", a huge green skull suddenly appeared in the dark sky, and a twisting snake was spitting out from its mouth.

"Dark Mark!" A scream came from afar.

Screams erupted again from the woods and the camp, and the death eaters wearing silver masks dispersed in all directions, apparating away one after another. Only two people did not leave, and they hurried towards the west side of the woods go.

"How could this be?" Draco became a little flustered, "Let's go." Then he pulled Catherine and walked towards the west side of the woods. After walking for about 10 minutes, Draco stopped. He picked up a can of tuna on the ground and handed it to Catherine, "Go home, Cathy, the Portkey can take you back to Ferrara Manor directly." His fingers were cold, like ice.

Catherine saw the figures of two adults not far behind Draco, a man and a woman, both with pale blond hair, she didn't ask anything, just said "see you at school", and then took the portkey Disappeared in the night.