Sister Will Show You Something More Interesting

Even as they were about to leave the competition venue, everyone was still reluctant to leave.

Cassandra and Lucius left the competition venue after the awards ceremony and returned to the Malfoy Manor.

She had some things she wanted to discuss with Septimus.

Charlie and Bill were excitedly discussing the thrilling match they had just witnessed—a match they were certain would be talked about for over a decade.

Even in the Quidditch House Cup, it's rare to catch the Golden Snitch and still lose the game, let alone in the Quidditch World Cup finals.

As they left, Mr. Weasley repeatedly told the Twins not to tell Mrs. Weasley about the gambling.

"Your mother will tear me apart and then stuff your Galleon into your bellies one by one," he threatened.

The Twins chose to believe their father, and fortunately, Mrs. Weasley had been sent away by Mr. Weasley early on.

Mr. Bagman seemed very excited, and after Mrs. Weasley left, he waved his arms gleefully and said to the Weasley twins, "A great victory—isn't it? I mean, for us."

He pulled the Galleon from his pocket; there looked to be several hundred of them.

After handing the Twins their share, Mr. Bagman turned to Veratia again and said with a smile, "I also want to thank you, Miss Grindelwald —if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have made up my mind to stand with these two Weasley family lads—otherwise, I might have gone bankrupt."

"The outcome was good."

Veratia smiled and accepted the Galleon from Mr. Bagman. She counted them one by one in front of him, and after confirming that everything was correct, she carefully put them into her purse.

She knew that Mr. Bagman had already accepted her favor.

Under normal circumstances, Mr. Bagman would have gone bankrupt because of this Quidditch World Cup and ultimately met his demise.

Clearly, Mr. Bagman was also terrified.

Soon, a tidal wave of people leaving the stadium and returning to the camp surrounded them.

As they walked back along the lantern-lit path, the night air was filled with rough singing. Leprechaun flew and darted overhead, waving their lanterns and laughing merrily, celebrating Ireland team's ultimate victory.

Finally, they reached the tent, but no one wanted to sleep.

Considering the noise around them, Mr. Weasley agreed that everyone should finish a cup of cocoa before going into the tent.

Immediately, everyone started arguing about what had just happened in the competition.

Mr. Weasley and Charlie argued fiercely about the issue of the collision, neither willing to give in.

Finally, Ginny fell asleep at the small table, spilling a cup of hot chocolate all over the floor. Only then did Mr. Weasley order everyone to stop arguing about the game and go to sleep.

Hermione and Ginny crawled into the tent next door, Weasley family boys changed into their pajamas and returned to their respective cubicles.

Even then, they could still hear singing and strange crashing sounds coming from the other side of the camp, echoing in the night sky for a long time.

"Oh, thank goodness I wasn't on duty," Mr. Weasley mumbled sleepily. "Thank goodness I didn't have to tell the Irish people to stop celebrating their victory, or it would have been unimaginable."

Harry entered the cubicle, where Veratia was already reclining on the edge of the bed, waiting for his arrival.

"Looks like you're still not quite done?"

Veratia's voice was very soft.

"It's alright." Harry walked to the bedside and sat down next to her naturally. "Actually, there's nothing to reminisce about. Compared to the competition, I'm more looking forward to what your reward will be tonight."

After saying this, Harry asked warily, "Aren't you going to punish me like that day?"

"How could that be?" Veratia chuckled and stretched out her slender arm to wrap around Harry's neck.

The thin blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing her smooth, creamy skin.

She was only wearing a purple sundress, and Harry could see the beautiful scenery all at once.

Now, he felt a bit thirsty.

"What's wrong?" Veratia asked with a slight smile.

"No, it's nothing." Harry swallowed.

He felt his restless little hands starting to wander, but before he could do anything, Veratia's arm pulled his neck forward.

It's very soft, very fragrant, and very sweet.

Veratia leaned forward and landed perfectly in Harry's hand.

For a moment, Harry felt like Sir Hillary, who climbing Mount Everest, measuring the mountain.

Just when everyone thought things would continue, Veratia gently nudged Harry.

Lips separate.

Harry looked at Veratia in confusion, only to find her eyes sparkling.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Veratia whispered in his ear, "Sister will take you to do more interesting things."

What's even more interesting?

Harry immediately became interested. What could be more interesting than a kiss?

"What do you mean?" he asked, still trying to sound from Veratia's conscience.

"You guess?"

Veratia reached out and pushed Harry down onto the bed, then leaned over and pinned him down.

The two stared at each other, and Harry felt his breathing become increasingly rapid.

Moonlight streamed through the window onto Veratia, bathing her delicate skin in a divine glow.

From this perspective, Harry felt that Veratia was like the Moon Goddess.

He subconsciously placed his hands on Veratia's legs as she straddled him, feeling their softness, smoothness, and youthful elasticity.

Just as Veratia was pushing Harry's shirt up, a shout suddenly came from outside.

"Harry! Harry!"

Veratia quickly got off Harry and, almost in the blink of an eye, changed into the formal attire she had worn during the day.

The curtain was suddenly lifted, revealing Hermione.

She saw Harry lying on the bed, his clothes disheveled, and Veratia lying beside him.

For a moment, she felt as if she had grasped something, but the urgent situation prevented her from thinking about it.

"Get up quickly!" she shouted anxiously. "There's an emergency! Something terrible seems to have happened! You need to... you need to come with Veratia and leave with us! It's very dangerous here!"

After saying that, she ran out.

Danger?

Harry scratched his head, glanced back at Veratia, and found that Veratia had a smile on her face.

The biggest danger is right next to me, okay?!

He knew, of course, that when Veratia made that expression, it meant she was extremely angry.

Veratia was naturally angry. The atmosphere had been built up to this point, and Cassandra wasn't there either. The opportunity she had finally gotten had been ruined...

She really wants to kill something right now.

When they stepped out of the tent, they found a crowd of people running out of the camp.

"Stay close to us."

After Harry came out, Sirius said to the children, "The situation outside is a bit tense. I need you to stay close to us and walk out together—that way we can look out for each other."

"Is there anything we can do for you?" Bill asked.

"No need. Just stay close to us," Mrs. Weasley said sternly. "The Auror will handle things outside. All we need to do is stay out of trouble and get home quickly—"

They obeyed the orders and hurriedly rushed out of the tent.

By the light of the few still-burning fires, people could still be seen running into the woods, as if fleeing something moving toward them from the camp.

The thing was flashing strangely and making a sound like a gunshot.

Loud jeers, maniacal laughter, and drunken shouts all moved toward them.

Then, a cold, sharp shout echoed throughout the entire camp.

"Mosmodre (Corpse Reappearance)!"

"Quack!"

Accompanying the cold, sharp incantation was a comical quacking sound from a duck.

The scene suddenly became extremely awkward, and the Weasley twins, who were running around, suddenly burst out laughing.

"Is this your wand?" Ron quickly noticed the blind spot.

"Oh, Ronnie little darling."

The Weasley twins glanced at their mother, Mrs. Weasley clearly hadn't noticed what Ron was saying.

"What nonsense are you talking about? This has nothing to do with us—if Mom doesn't know, then I'll tell you, this is ours."

"Then how did your things end up in—" Ron paused to gather his thoughts, and after making sure his mother wasn't looking, asked again, "How did they end up in the hands of those guys? I mean, they don't sound like good people."

"Yes, thanks to Harry," Fred said with a chuckle. "If it weren't for him, our wands would be sitting unsold."

"Wands aren't selling well, help us out!" George said, winking at him.

"Atkins!"

The roar echoed through the camp once more, accompanied by a chorus of squeaking sounds.

"Looks like these guys' really stirred up trouble." Sirius couldn't resist teasing, "These Death Eater are getting more and more outrageous—but you can tell, considering their masters are practically glued to the back of other people's heads, and they're even pretending to be women to fool naive boys..."

Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the side, which startled everyone.

Veratia cast a spell, and a sharp cry rang out from the bushes.

It was a female House Elf struggling to emerge from the bushes.

Her movements were very strange, and seemed particularly strenuous, as if an unseen person was pulling her back.

"Wicked wizards everywhere!" she screamed frantically as she leaned forward, "They're high—high up up there! Winky has to run!"

She gasped and screamed, struggling against the force binding her, and burrowed into the bushes on the other side of the path.

"I can tell her name is Winky." Veratia calmly surveyed the room. "I think she's going against her master's decision, so... what's driving her? Harry, what do you think?"

"Me?" Harry pointed to himself. "Does it mean I know the owner of this House Elf?"

"That's not necessarily true," Veratia said calmly. "Perhaps we've met this person before—"

"I think we need to find out whose House Elf it is!" Sirius immediately understood. "Winky... well, families that own House Elf are not common in Britain. I think we can narrow down our search further."

Veratia glanced back at Hermione, but Hermione didn't seem inclined to say anything.

It seems she didn't develop a saintly heart when she shouldn't have—it must be admitted that Kritcher's education was very effective.

"We should head back quickly."

Mr. Weasley clearly didn't want to stay here for even a second longer, especially since his whole family was here.

This is understandable, since if something happens, his whole family will be implicated.

That's not worth it. Even the most responsible person shouldn't risk their entire family's life, let alone force them to do so.

Soon, they reached the edge of the forest.

"Let's wait here for a bit," said Sirius. "Don't worry, everyone, I've already contacted the carriages; they'll be here soon."

Just as Mr. Weasley was about to say something, a rustling sound suddenly came from the forest.

It's as if someone is struggling to break free from it.

"Who's there!" Mr. Weasley raised his wand and pointed it into the dark woods.

There was no response.

Sirius also raised his wand and cautiously pointed it into the forest.

It was pitch black all around, and he couldn't see anything beyond a short distance, but he could sense that someone was standing just outside his line of sight.

"Who's there?" he asked.

Then, without any warning, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

The sound was unlike any other they had heard in the woods; it wasn't a tense shout, but rather like a spell.

"Mosmodre (Corpse Reappearance)!"

Then, from that darkness emerged a huge, Winky green thing.

It leaped to the treetop and flew into the air.

"What is this—" Ron said nervously, jumping up and staring at the thing that had just appeared.

It was an enormous skull, composed of countless emerald green star-like things, with a large python emerging from its mouth like a tongue.

As they watched, 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 Dark Mark!" Harry said, frowning.

He had seen this mark when he was in first grade.

The effeminate version of Voldemort once secretly planted this thing in Draco.

"You recognize this?" Sirius asked anxiously, his heart pounding.

"Oh, I've seen it." Harry shrugged. "I saw Draco have one of these during the summer after our first year—but I banished it."

"What is this thing?" Ron exclaimed, clicking his tongue. "I've never seen anything like it before!"

"This is the mark of the Dark Lord; he will plant it on his most loyal servants."

Mr. Weasley looked up at the sky and sighed, "Now I know why Lucius would go to such lengths to be on your side—you saved his child."

(End of this chapter)