Basil still watched the entire match.
Although the competition itself was rather ordinary, the atmosphere around him and Hermione's initiative helped him pass the time.
He also expressed his desire to pass on his knowledge, telling Hermione, who was wiping her mouth as she panted, some stories about the poet Peter.
More importantly, there's the impending arrival of the Death Eater, led by Lucius Malfoy, who are causing trouble.
They didn't, like in the novel, hang the Muggle groundskeepers, the Roberts family, in the air and toss them around for fun.
But it was also they who strolled leisurely through the crowd, wearing bone-faced, pointed black hats, constantly attacking the tents with Incendio, turning the entire camp into ruins.
It's like an FFF (Flirting Scholar) group.
It can only be said that the Death Eater in the movie version were greatly enhanced for the sake of drama.
In the novel, the Ministry of Magic employees did nothing because they were afraid the Roberts family would fall.
In the movie, they really didn't do anything.
Daniel Harry also displayed his recklessness, leading those who hadn't read the novels to believe that Harry Potter was just a brute.
He ran away from the main group and got lost despite Hermione calling his name several times.
The more they called his name, the faster he ran, trying to get away from Hermione and the Weasley family.
Anyone who didn't know better would think that Hermione and the Weasley family were the Death Eater chasing after him.
Harry then further demonstrated the incredible resilience and good fortune of the Chosen One had survived a near-death experience.
Here comes another Daniel Harry- esque flat-ground fall.
He was kicked unconscious and trampled, but he still survived.
Sleeping like a baby amidst the burning tents and lawn, they were fortunately unharmed.
Upon waking, Barty Crouch Jr.., who had come from Little Hangleton to place the Dark Mark, spotted Ron and Hermione, along with the Ministry of Magic and Arthur Weasley, approached.
That's incredible luck!
However, the fact that he wasn't burned to death could also be because Lucius and the Death Eater dared not kill anyone at that moment.
After all, they only set fires, ignoring the wizards who screamed and ran past them.
Seeing Harry faint, Draco controlling the flames to bypass Dumbledore's beloved pet makes it believable that he would become Draco's 'nemesis'.
Just as Basil was secretly making fun of Harry in his mind, Daniel Harry, whose long hair was in a slump in terms of looks, patted him on the shoulder.
"Hey! Basil, are you still thinking about the match?"
Basil turned his head, and Harry seemed a little uncomfortable calling him by his name.
After all, people who have just met usually only use each other's surnames.
But now there are two Granger in the tent.
Huh? Another Granger was clearly in their room with Ginny, and suddenly Basil was being so affectionate.
"Who would have thought that Krum would catch the Golden Snitch and that Ireland would win?" Harry added.
Basil nodded noncommittally.
You could tell from the Irish music coming from outside the tent and the constant ringing of Krum's name.
The Weasley twins, humming happily in the tent, seemed to have Ron, who was obsessed with praising Krum, as evidence of their love for him.
Harry was clearly trying to start a conversation, and Basil was curious about his purpose.
He usually suppresses the talent that the Dark Lord, Broken Soul, gave him—the ability to read minds if he pays attention.
Why is he trying to talk to Ginny instead of spending time with her?
Wait, could it be that the movie version of Harry actually has gay tendencies?
Basil carefully moved back halfway up his buttocks.
But Harry didn't notice.
His face gleamed with longing and curiosity.
"I just heard the story you told Hermione. You said you thought the Resurrection Stone— "
Basil: The Tale of the Three Brothers? Didn't you already know that? Oh, you're Daniel Harry, you've got sharp ears!
"You mean the Resurrection Stone? It might actually exist."
"However, it is very likely that it is not a real resurrection, and the summoned undead is based on the impression of the dead in one's mind."
"It's a bit like Enchanted Painting, closer to what happens when a wand flashes back."
"How can you be so sure?" Harry asked, somewhat disappointed. "I mean, what is the Prior Incantato?"
'How can I be sure? Just because the Elder Wand of your world can be broken.' Basil suppressed the urge to roll his eyes.
Seeing how Daniel Harry helped him get rid of Ginny, and feeling a sense of warmth from her face, he patiently explained, "It doesn't refer to the replay charm that Auror use to check what spells have been cast on a wand."
"That is an extremely rare phenomenon."
"If the two wand cores come from the same Magical Creature, it can be said that the wands of brothers have met."
Harry's breathing quickened as he thought of himself and Voldemort.
"They don't attack each other normally," Basil said. "However, if the wand owners insist on the two wands fighting, the following will happen: one wand will force the other wand to repeat the echo of the spell it cast—in reverse order."
"If it is Killing Curse, the shadow of the person who died under that curse will emerge from the tip of the staff."
"That shadow preserved the deceased's appearance and personality, and might even be able to converse."
"But it is ultimately just an illusion, a phenomenon similar to an echo playing in reverse."
Hermione nodded. "Harry, resurrection was never going to happen."
Hermione and Ginny appeared beside them without them even noticing.
Harry, his emotions in turmoil, leaned on Ginny's shoulder, his eyes glazed over. "Is that so?"
Ginny comforted her, "It's okay, I'm here for you."
"It's alright, I'm here." On the other side of the field, flames danced in the black-haired boy's palm.
The flames on the tent behind them went out instantly.
The shivering little boy and his mother watched the boy's tall figure from behind.
Holding torches and wearing bone masks, the Death Eater were suspended upside down in mid-air, twisted into all sorts of bizarre shapes.
Her hairy thighs and brightly colored underwear were exposed.
Invisible strings start from the boy's fingertips, controlling these puppets.
The puppets wanted to speak, but found that not only their limbs, but also their faces and mouths were out of control.
This fear, like a snake on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at any moment, caused several Death Eater to urinate, getting their own excrement soaking them and even entering their nasal cavities.
What is that?
"Kite?"
"Is it raining?"
This peripheral area caught the attention of other wizards who were celebrating boisterously.
Until a wizard used Lumos to shine into the dark sky.
More details were also revealed one by one.
Death Eater!
"They've been caught!"
"His underwear isn't as nice as mine!"
At this moment, the Death Eater, led by Lucius Malfoy, were like stars under the spotlight.
Countless beams of light shone from all directions of the field, illuminating them.
The wizards who were further away even took out their binoculars, the kind that were enchanted so they could take pictures.
Beside the tent, the black-haired boy revealed an evil smile.
"Wearing a mask is no good!"
The next second, the Death Eater's masks shattered, exposing faces familiar to British wizards to the air.
The sound of camera shutters clicking became more frequent.
Basil smiled slightly, concealing his merit and fame, and disappeared from the spot.
Upon hearing that the Death Eater had instantly used Door Key, Apparition, and Floo Network, the high-ranking Ministry of Magic officials and their accompanying Hit Wizard were reassured after receiving news from several lower-ranking staff members that everything at the camp was safe.
They arrived late, just in time to run into Old Crouch, who had rushed over with his men after hearing that the Death Eater had disappeared.
Fudge tidied up his newly styled hair and his new suit.
He said with a forced smile, "Barty, why are you only arriving now?"
Barty Crouch Barty Crouch Sr.. gave a curt smile. "I remember you should be at the camp, Minister."
"How come I arrived at the same time as you, even though you were working overtime in London?"
He glanced at the familiar long golden hair hanging upside down in mid-air and sneered, "Don't you look familiar?"
"Why are there people among these Death Eater whom you personally invited to watch the game from the same box?"
Fudge's pupils contracted. "Get out of the way, stop filming!"
He berated the wizards surrounding him, no longer bothering to maintain a pleasant demeanor.
"Delacour, get these people out of here!"
"These foods—no, the victims—were saved."
A chorus of boos came from the surrounding area.
"I don't think so." Old Crouch and his men blocked the way for the Hit Wizard, led by Delacour.
Fudge wiped away his cold sweat, his eyes darting around. "They are very likely victims."
"The Death Eater and the Mysterio are long gone."
"All the Death Eater are in Azkaban! Yes, that's it!"
"Barty, you should know him better! Your son—"
Sensing the wand aimed at him and Barty Crouch Sr.'s grim face, he quickly braked.
He looked around, and his face once again displayed the familiar, warm smile of a public relations professional.
He said to the wizards around him who were constantly giving him the middle finger and swearing, "Everyone, pay attention."
"Are they really Death Eater?"
"The Death Eater were captured just like that?"
"Does that mean all our old buddies in the Ministry of Magic who died or were injured in the line of duty are useless?"
"Some people were so scared they wet themselves. Even the most timid dark wizard wouldn't do that."
"Can you name any Death Eater -like things they did?" Fudge's tone rose, his voice becoming stern. "Except for this outfit."
"Putting aside their attire—"
Beside the tent, the little boy shouted, "They're bad guys! They burned our tent! And they pushed my mom!"
The mother quickly covered the child's mouth.
Anyone with eyes could see the Minister for Magic's backside.
Old Crouch's face grew increasingly grim; this proved they were Death Eater.
At most, he'll be punished with a few drinks.
"Haha," Fudge waved his hand, "Kid, that just means they're drunk."
"You know, Ireland's victory has excited many people."
"As for pushing your mom," he winked, "Kid, didn't you notice how crowded the campsite was?"
"It's normal to hit someone, it's a very normal thing."
He turned and ordered again, "Delacour, quickly put our victims down."
"They are all respectable people. Being attacked and forced to Death Eater clothes is already humiliating enough."
"Also, remember to clean up the photos later—"
Old Crouch interrupted, "Wait a minute, there's no proof they aren't Death Eater yet. We just need to investigate—"
Fudge waved his hand impatiently, "Just check their arms?"
"Yes, Death Eater have the Dark Mark on their arms."
"But you didn't notice that hanging in this cold night are the victims who were once controlled by the Killing Curse and forcibly marked by the mysterious person."
"More than a decade ago, they were targeted by a mysterious person because of their respectable status and wealth, and suffered an injustice."
Old Crouch's attitude softened; he understood what Fudge meant.
A case that has already been settled cannot be overturned.
The high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic and the wizards of Wizengamot are not mistaken.
If you let them make mistakes, you won't get away with it either.
Seeing Old Crouch remain silent, Fudge finally revealed a genuinely relaxed smile.
He patted Old Crouch on the shoulder, looked around, and said loudly, "You all need to understand."
"None of the Death Eater escaped, and the Mysterio is also completely dead."
"You must trust the Ministry of Magic, trust me, trust—"
"The Morsmordre!" Without any warning, a voice suddenly broke the silence.
A huge, Winky green thing flew into the air.
It was an enormous skull, composed of countless emerald green star-like things, with a large python emerging from its mouth like a tongue.
The skull rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke, standing out like a new constellation against the dark night sky.
The Death Eater, who were hanging upside down, were surrounded by them.
"Stupefy!" Almost the instant that voice appeared, twenty voices shouted simultaneously—
Burning red beams of light shot from the wands of the wizards, led by Crouch, toward the direction from which the green Winky object emanated in the darkness.
Fudge's face turned deathly pale.
The next second, a yellow mixture of solid and liquid flowed over the body of an incontinent Death Eater, giving Fudge a new color to his face.
A camera flash went by in an instant.
——
On a speeding steam train.
Inside the workshop.
"Look at Fudge, what an idiot he is!" Ron spread the Daily Prophet out on the table, clutching his stomach and laughing. "He even licked it."
"What a shame that it belongs to Crabbe Sr., not Lucius Malfoy!"
"However, he also lost a lot of face, and now everyone in the world knows that he likes to wear green and silver striped underwear."
"My dad told me they were all fined a large sum of Galleons."
"What a pity they didn't go to Azkaban!"
Bang!
"Ouch!" Ron clutched his leg. "Who kicked me?!"
"Malfoy." Harry felt a little worried for some reason.
Ginny keenly sensed her boyfriend's feelings and took Harry's hand.
Draco Malfoy was staring coldly at Ron, who lowered his head to avoid Harry's gaze.
Crabbe and Goyle remained behind him.
However, Crabbe covered his face with a black cloth, but his short, bowl-cut hairstyle gave him away.
Without saying a word, the three of them walked straight to the back of the car.
"What a coward!" Ron muttered, stunned by the unfamiliar Draco. "If you're so capable, then stay!"
"Evil Slytherin!"
Harry shook Ginny's hand and said to Ron, "I told you to close the carriage door."
"What, or—" "Ron Weasley!" Ron was about to retort when Ginny scolded him to shut up.
Hermione, meanwhile, was flipping through a book with a dejected expression, ignoring everything that had just happened in the carriage.
Even when Crookshanks was curled up and rubbing against his legs, he seemed oblivious.