"Forget him, we need to get out of here!" Fred said urgently. Gripping Ginny's wrist, he led everyone into the dense woods. As Jerry and Hermione stepped onto the woodland path, they both glanced back. The chaos beneath the Roberts family had grown even more spectacular, with crowds gathering like a surging tide.
In the distance, Ministry of Magic staff were struggling to break through the crowd and reach the central area surrounded by mysterious hooded wizards, but they could barely make any headway. They were clearly wary of casting spells, afraid that any careless move might endanger the Roberts family suspended in midair.
The colorful lights that had decorated the road to the stadium had gone out, leaving nothing but darkness. Vague figures stumbled through the woods, children's cries mingling with adults' anxious shouts beneath the cold night sky, heightening the urgency and unease.
"Jerry, that person just now..." Hermione's shoulders were still trembling.
"Don't worry about that. Leave it to the Ministry of Magic!" Jerry said gently, putting an arm around her shoulders.
Hermione nodded firmly.
Ron suddenly cried out in pain. He lay curled on the ground, his brow tightly furrowed.
"I'm fine. Damn it, I just tripped over a tree root." Ron struggled to get up as he spoke, and Harry hurried over to help him.
"Ha, with clumsy feet like those, it would be a miracle if you didn't trip." A sneering voice rang out at the worst possible moment. Draco Malfoy had appeared a short distance away, leaning casually against a tree with his arms folded. He had clearly been watching the chaos in the camp with cold indifference.
Anger surged through Ron, and a curse slipped out.
"Watch your language," Malfoy said with a contemptuous smile. His pale eyes gleamed slyly in the