Dark Wizard Parade, the Dark Mark in the Sky

Ultimately, Ireland emerged victorious in the Quidditch World Cup.

The scoreboard shows: Bulgaria 160, Ireland 170.

Despite having his nose broken by the Bludger and bleeding profusely, Krum caught up with Ireland's Seeker Lynch and caught the Golden Snitch at the last moment.

Although he won the duel between the Seeker, he lost the game.

There was nothing we could do about it; my teammates were just too incompetent.

The other players on the Irish team are much better than those on the Bulgaria. If the game drags on, the gap between the two teams will only widen. He can only choose between a crushing defeat and a narrow defeat, which is acceptable.

The Irish team fans erupted in cheers, the Irish team danced wildly, and the Leprechaun were also overjoyed.

Krum left the field with a somber expression to receive treatment, and his teammates also looked dejected. Veela regained her beautiful appearance, but she also seemed very unhappy.

A massive Quidditch World Cup was brought into a box where Minister for Magic Fudge presented the awards, with the Irish team receiving immense honor.

Next, the Bulgaria team went on stage, and they took turns shaking hands with the Bulgaria Minister for Magic and Fudge.

Although they looked a bit disheveled, the audience's enthusiasm for them did not diminish; at least this match was much more exciting than previous ones.

"Let's go!" Adrian closed his notebook with satisfaction. "This match gave me a lot of inspiration."

"Sis, we still don't know why you're recording that stuff," Lyon said speechlessly. "The rules are clearly written in the instruction manual."

"The rules on paper and the rules that the audience can accept are two completely different things," Adrian said. "Besides, this has nothing to do with you, so don't pry."

The Weasley twins approached Ludo Bagman immediately after the match, spreading their hands like Muggle demanding repayment of a debt, saying, "Our money."

"By the way, how much money should I have paid you?" Ludo Bagman asked in a hoarse voice.

"Thirty-seven Galleon..."

"It's thirty-eight Galleon, George," Fred reminded him. "There's also one Galleon for Dad, fifteen Sickle, and three Knut."

"This..." Ludo was momentarily stunned. "Is it this much?"

"Of course not," George laughed. "This is our prize money, but since Ludo Bagman helped us get such good tickets, we'll forgo the winnings."

You offered us very high odds back then; by the calculations, you could have saved at least three weeks' worth of Galleon.

They've pretty much laid it all out: I only want the cash, the rest is the ticket price, and we'll be even after that.

Ludo Bagman hesitated for a moment, then separated the Goblin coins in his pocket and placed the real Galleon, Sickle, and Knut in the brothers' hands.

"Arthur has two good children," Ludo Bagman remarked. "Also, here's a piece of advice for you: don't gamble with people casually in the future."

George and Fred exchanged bewildered glances at his earnest expression.

But in his heart, he admired Lyon's judgment even more. If it weren't for his reminder, they would probably have suffered heavy losses, and might not even have been able to get their money back.

Upon arriving at the camp, Adrian released several owls, sending out her compiled notes in the form of letters.

The night after the Quidditch World Cup ended became even noisier, with lanterns still lit in every tent and almost everyone enthusiastically discussing the match.

Suddenly, strange flames appeared outside, and a whooshing sound echoed through the camp.

A group of Warlock wearing hoods and masks waved their Wand and laughed maniacally as they slowly advanced through the camp.

Tents were set on fire one after another, and the bewildered Warlock fled in panic.

"Young Master..." Jeans came in from outside, "They look like Dark Wizard, and they're organized and premeditated. Their ranks are constantly expanding."

Furthermore, they had taken the Roberts family hostage, making members of the Ministry of Magic hesitant to act.

"Uncle Jeans, I must say, the location we rented is really good." Lyon laughed nonchalantly. "No matter which way these people attack, we have enough time to deal with them."

"Young Master Lyon, this is not the time for jokes," Jeans said speechlessly. "I think we should leave here as soon as possible."

"No need. It might be more dangerous outside." Aaron said, snapping his fingers and casting an Illusion Magic on the tent. The interior environment remained unchanged, but from the outside it looked like a burnt ruin.

"That Illusion Magic was pretty good, but it's not quite enough," Lyon remarked, then waved his Wand, and golden runes formed a circle that enclosed the tent.

"This is the spell I use most often. Whether it's a Warlock fleeing for their life or Dark Wizard, they will subconsciously ignore this place."

"This won't fool Warlock stronger than you."

"But I still have your Illusion Magic, right? I'm just adding an extra layer of insurance," Lyon said casually, then looked at Adrian, "Sis, do you think we need to add anything?"

"No need," Adrian said calmly. "If we're discovered, we can just kill them all."

Upon hearing this, Aaron and Lyon's hearts skipped a beat, and they both swallowed hard.

"But they outnumber us, we might not be a match for them!"

"Don't I know you well enough?" Adrian rolled his eyes. "If you weren't confident, you would have run away long ago. It's easier to fish in troubled waters by sticking with the main group, isn't it?"

That's true, but...

"No buts. Otto might help you set up a defensive barrier, but Klein is more focused on offense. If we are discovered, I will lead you out to fight our way out."

The two looked at each other, then simultaneously turned their gaze to Jeans.

"Don't look at me like that, I can't beat that many people."

"!"×3.

That might fool a three-year-old, but these three are not ordinary people; they're not so easily fooled.

"Alright!" Jeans shrugged. "Fighting is out of the question. I can manage on my own, but you're all here. If anything happens to you, I'll be held responsible to the death."

So... if we're discovered, I'll buy you time; you ride Abei away."

As soon as he finished speaking, Abei, who was dozing off on the table, rubbed his longan eyes blankly, then turned over and continued to sleep.

"That's not appropriate!" Aaron chuckled awkwardly.

"Young Master, I'm not joking. I can't risk your safety in the slightest."

"Alright! I respect your decision." Aaron shrugged. Abei had already grown to ten meters long, making him a qualified Young Dragon. Carrying the three of them away was no problem at all.

If anyone dares to try and stop us, let them sneeze; the Holy Dragon's morning grumpiness is terrifying.

The environment inside and outside the tent was completely different. Outside, flames raged and screams filled the air, but inside, it was quiet and peaceful.

Aaron stroked his dragon, Leon read a book, Adrian sat by the window sipping tea and admiring the full moon outside. Only Jeans stood guard vigilantly, afraid of being caught off guard by those Dark Wizard.

Fortunately, their disguise was extremely effective; almost all 100,000 Warlock in the venue had fled, and the Dark Wizard had not discovered them.

At that moment, an enormous green skull pattern appeared in the night sky, and a python emerged from the skull, letting out a terrifying roar.

"The Dark Mark." Adrian frowned slightly. "He's been missing for over a decade. It seems the Dark Lord is looking for a way to regain his power."

"So, those people must be Death Eater," said Leon. "I never thought Voldemort could gather so many people to cause trouble at the Quidditch World Cup."

"That's normal." Aaron sighed. "Since he's decided to come back, he has to be more high-profile."

"Young Master," Jeans with a dark face, looking at Aaron with displeasure, "You can't be so willful anymore. It's dangerous, really dangerous."

"Danger?" Aaron sneered dismissively. "Compared to what I went through last year, this is nothing."

Upon hearing this, Jeans' lips twitched slightly. "Even so, we cannot underestimate any crisis."

"I understand, but with this lineup, we should have no problem escaping unscathed."

After all, all four of us... can Apparition, right?

"Harry".

"Harry, where are you?"

Ron and Hermione's voices came from outside, and everyone inside the tent turned their attention to Aaron.

It seems to be your friend; whether or not you want to go out and help is up to you.

Aaron slapped his forehead speechlessly. "He's really unlucky. Out of more than 100,000 Warlock, he's the only one who got lost."

"Please help me look for them. Those Dark Wizard have all left; it's safe to go out now."

None of them raised any objections, and they all walked out of the tent one after another.

Aaron gave Abei a wink, and it immediately understood, sniffing the air.

After following it for a few minutes, they found Harry Potter unconscious in an open area.

"Tsk!" Leon clicked his tongue, looking at a rotten wooden stake next to him and the footprints on Harry's body, and calmly analyzed, "First he tripped, and then... conservatively speaking, he was trampled at least four times by the people who were fleeing in panic."

"Wake him up!" Adrian said impatiently. "What are you standing there for?"

Aaron drew his Wand and pointed it at Harry's face. "Aguamenti."

"Cough cough!"

Harry opened his eyes groggily as cold water splashed on his face.

He looked at the few familiar faces in front of him, and after a moment, he stood up.

Before he could speak, Ron and Hermione rushed over. "Harry, we've been looking for you for ages! We thought we'd never find you again!"

"Thank you," Harry said with relief, then looked at the green skull in the sky that was spitting out a python. "What's that?"

"The Dark Mark." Leon looked at Harry Potter with a meaningful look. "Harry Potter, I'm starting to wonder what your fate is going to be. It's going to be very interesting."

Upon hearing this, Harry involuntarily shuddered, inexplicably feeling a burning pain from the scar on his head.