The stinging in Harry's scar grew more and more obvious, and sweat had already beaded on his forehead.
He tried to resist it with Occlumency. The stinging and burning sensation remained, but it had faded a great deal, turning into the kind of hot, smarting feeling that came from clapping too hard.
As Harry fought against the pain in his scar, Sirius Black clearly noticed something was wrong. He hurriedly supported Harry's arm, giving him a bit of help. "Harry, what's wrong with you?"
"Why do you look so awful?" Looking at Harry's sweat-damp face, his brows drew tightly together.
"I'm fine..." Harry shook his head and forced out an ugly smile. "Maybe I'm just tired after the match ended..."
Ron also looked worried. Drawing on what had happened before, he thought of a possibility. "Harry, is your scar hurting again?"
Hermione's expression was much like Ron's. Frowning, she offered her suggestion. "Let's go find Headmaster Dumbledore!"
When Harry felt the pain in his scar, Karkaroff, who had left the Quidditch Pitch with a group of Ministry of Magic staff and professors, also suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Karkaroff's face looked the same, but he could feel it with perfect clarity: a burst of burning, agonizing pain had appeared in his left arm.
The agony seemed to have the effect of breaking an Obliviation Charm with a Counter-Curse, making him remember things from more than ten years ago, when he had still been a Death Eater under Voldemort.
If a Death Eater failed to complete a task assigned by Voldemort because of resistance from the Order of the Phoenix, then the Dark Mark would send out this kind of agony;
This kind of agony was equivalent to Voldemort's summons, and the wisest course was to answer the call and