The newcomer was none other than Sirius Black.
Sirius has now shed his criminal past and is allowed to appear in public, so attending a ball game is considered normal.
Hearing that someone wanted to place a bet, Ludo's eyes lit up. "Of course! Sir! So, are you betting on Bulgarian Team or Ireland team? The odds are even higher if you want to guess the score! Wait, are you Sirius Black?"
Sirius turned to Harry and asked, " Harry, which side are you on?"
" Ireland team, I guess," Harry said after thinking for a moment.
Sirius nodded and pulled a leather bag from his pocket. "I'll bet Ireland, one hundred Galleon."
Ludo left with a satisfied smile on his face.
Everyone else's attention was focused on Sirius.
"It's so good to see you again, Sirius," said Arthur, "Especially under these circumstances."
"Me too." Sirius took off his sunglasses. His face was rounder than when he came out of Azkaban, but it was still angular.
"Can I see what you have in your hand?" Arthur had already recognized it as Muggle item.
"Of course," Sirius said with a grin, "I just bought them from a Muggle vendor; they call these sunglasses."
Arthur took the sunglasses, examining them from all angles, and casually asked, "I heard you were captured by Morris? What exactly happened? I don't know the whole story."
Sirius awkwardly touched his nose. "I was just too careless."
"Carelessness?" Fred jumped up immediately and said, " Morris crushed you head-on, that's it! We saw it clearly from inside the tunnel!"
"What tunnel?" Molly's voice suddenly became shrill. "You guys were involved in this too!?"
George covered his face, feeling helpless for his foolish brother.
Morris sat quietly to the side, taking a bite of his sausage, listening to Mrs. Weasley scold the twins.
Mrs. Weasley's image perfectly matches Morris's impression of the word "mother".
He was quite envious of this family.
Morris didn't stay long; when the sun was directly overhead, he returned to Kyle's tent, bringing him a sandwich made by Mrs. Weasley.
Kyle came out of the bedroom, rubbing his eyes.
"I didn't sleep a wink last night," he said, "Just to get this ticket."
Morris paused, then asked, "What do you mean?"
Kyle sat down in the armchair, took the sandwich, and explained, "My uncle asked me to brew him some sleeping pills. This ticket is payment."
"I see."
Morris felt a little relieved; he had almost thought the other party had sold something they shouldn't have for the tickets...
"Next, I need to brew Potions," Kyle continued, a hint of resignation in his voice. "It'll probably take about two hours. The match is in the evening, so maybe I'll have time to buy some souvenirs..."
"I can help," Morris said.
"Oh, thank you!" Kyle said gratefully. "That Potions is difficult to make, but it shouldn't be too hard for you."
Morris's Potions skills were exceptional, even Snape held him in high regard—a fact well-known among Ravenclaw students.
So for the rest of the time, Morris and Kyle set up a cauldron outside the tent and began brewing Potions.
Kyle did most of the work, while Morris provided guidance and played with the Death Energy Crystal in his hand.
Perhaps because of their remote location, no authorities came to stop their "witchcraft activities."
The few passersby who occasionally walked by only gave them a strange glance.
Just as Morris was thinking this, a middle-aged man walked towards them.
The other person stopped in front of them and spoke first, "Hello, Black."
After thinking carefully, Morris finally remembered the other person's identity from the sparse brown hair.
Vaughn Hardy.
A member of the Unspeakable, who once instructed him and Hermione in using the Time-Turner at Hogwarts.
"I didn't expect to see you here, Mr. Hardy. Are you here to watch Quidditch too?" Morris asked.
"We're mainly here for security," Hardy said, his gaze falling on the Death Energy Crystal in Morris's hand. " Black, what's that in your hand...?"
"A little gadget," Morris said, "Contains some kind of energy."
"Ah, yes, energy." Hardy suddenly adopted a tense expression. "Come over here, let's have a good talk."
Morris became alert.
Does the other party know something from their behavior?
" Kyle," Morris said, "Stir it yourself for a bit, don't let the fire get too high, and turn it off when it turns dark brown. I'll be gone for a while."
Kyle waved his hand. "Got it."
His gaze remained fixed on the crucible, seemingly oblivious to Hardy's arrival.
Morris followed Hardy to a tree nearby.
Hardy leaned against the tree trunk and said, "Can I take a closer look at what you're holding?"
Morris handed over the Death Energy Crystal.
Hardy took it and carefully placed it in his palm, examining it closely.
Even under the sun, this jet-black crystal did not reflect any light.
Nearly a minute passed before he slowly spoke, "As expected."
"As expected what?"
"This contains a very dark energy," Hardy said gravely, his voice low as if afraid of disturbing something, "If it leaks out, anyone who touches it will die instantly."
Instant death?
Morris shook his head. "It's not that exaggerated, Mr. Hardy. The energy inside is exactly what I sealed away; it's perfectly safe."
These Death Energy originated from the curse Scrape placed on him, but after a series of manipulations, they have become ownerless energy, which he can even control.
"Impossible," Hardy asserted. "It would undoubtedly kill someone instantly."
Morris asked, somewhat puzzled, "How can you be so sure?"
"This is related to my work..." Hardy said, then immediately shut up, as if realizing he had said something he shouldn't have.
Morris remembered that the work of the Unspeakable was kept completely secret.
"In short, you can trust me," Hardy added.
Morris nodded, took the energy crystal back from the other person, put it back in his pocket, and said, "In any case, at least it's safe for me."
Hardy shrugged. "Fine, I was going to take back the bead from you in case you got hurt, but since you're so confident, do as you please."
Morris simply smiled slightly.
The two started walking back, and Hardy asked, "Are you really not going to join the Unspeakable, Black? You can work under me; I'm sure we'll get along very well."
"No, sir."
Hardy then left.
Morris took the Death Energy Crystal out of his pocket again.
According to Hardy, this thing must be terrifying.
Should we try something?