Morris bought a live chicken from a nearby stall—heaven knows why someone would sell chickens at Quidditch World Cup camp.
Wizards really do have a different way of thinking.
He paid the money and carried the chicken coop back to the tent.
Kyle was tidying up the crucibles when he saw what was in his hand and paused for a moment.
Why are you buying chicken?
"Let's conduct an experiment."
Morris walked into the tent, put the chicken on the ground, and took out the Death Energy Crystal.
A tiny wisp of black mist emanated from the surface of the crystal; it was extremely fine traces of Death Energy extracted from the crystal.
He lightly waved his right hand, and the black mist immediately drifted towards the chicken and disappeared into it.
The chicken didn't even have time to crow before it stiffened and collapsed, lifeless.
Morris paused slightly, taken aback.
This energy can actually take a life instantly?
Is it really that brutal?
Then why did it have absolutely no effect when he tried to contact it himself?
Could it be due to different physical constitutions?
Morris fell into deep thought, unconsciously turning the crystal.
I wonder how lethal it would be to an ordinary wizard?
Although he was very curious, Hardy's reminder prevented him from testing it rashly.
It would be terrible if someone died.
Just then, Kyle came in after finishing cleaning up the crucible and immediately noticed the dead chicken on the floor.
"Oh, what experiment did you do? How did this chicken die?" He squatted down and asked, "Want to eat it? There's a kitchen here, and a book of cooking spells."
Morris put the crystal back in his pocket. "Uh, it's best not to eat it."
He wasn't sure what would happen after eating this chicken.
As darkness fell, everyone began to make their way to the Quidditch Pitch.
The same goes for Morris and Kyle.
The stadium was enormous, more magnificent than any stadium Morris had ever seen.
The golden exterior walls Winky in the night, and a huge magic screen was embedded in the walls, displaying the logos and player rosters of the two teams.
Morris and Kyle both had the best tickets, in the top-tier boxes.
As Morris climbed the stairs, he saw Harry and the others—they were also in a top-floor suite, right next door.
For the next few minutes, Morris enjoyed a thrilling and high-level Quidditch Match.
The match was exciting.
After leaving the court and returning to his tent, Kyle was still savoring the experience, sinking into his armchair and muttering to himself.
" Krum's dive—did you see that? It was really impressive..."
Morris, however, was more interested in the Bulgarian Team's mascot.
They were a group of Veela, who appeared to be very beautiful women, but were not actually human. They were Magical Creatures with high intelligence, and it was said that they could transform into half-human, half-bird beings when they were angry.
When the Veela danced, many men around him fell into a daze, their IQ plummeted, and they involuntarily tried to make exaggerated gestures to attract the Veela's attention.
Morris remained composed, but he could sense a peculiar magical force attempting to influence him.
A very interesting creature.
Besides that, there was something else that bothered him.
That is, the entire Ireland team used brooms that were Firebolt.
In fact, many professional Quidditch teams have already contacted him, hoping to reach a cooperation agreement and use the Phantom as their team's official broom...
I wonder when he'll be able to resolve the production capacity issue.
After chatting for a while, Kyle yawned.
"Rest," he said, his eyelids already drooping. "It's very late."
2
Morris returned to his room, lay down on his bed, and fell into a deep sleep.
Morris woke up after sleeping for just over two hours.
It wasn't that he had poor sleep quality, but rather because of the faint sounds of commotion coming from outside.
He went into the living room and saw Kyle just coming in from the doorway, his hair a mess from the wind.
"What happened?" Morris asked.
Kyle sat down in the armchair and took a sip of water. "I just asked the neighbors next door. Apparently, there's some trouble going on, but it shouldn't affect us. This place is quite remote."
Sure enough, something was going on.
Morris nodded to himself.
He had a feeling that this Quidditch World Cup would definitely not be peaceful.
After all, Harry Potter is here too.
Less than two minutes after Kyle finished speaking, a jumble of footsteps, mixed with screams, began to sound, growing ever closer.
He drew back the curtains and glanced inside, then said, "It looks like they're coming this way."
Morris nodded. "Should we go now?"
Since the game is over, there's nothing else to do here.
"It's alright," Kyle waved his hand, "Go to sleep, it's probably none of our business."
Since the other party had said so, Morris said no more, sat down in his chair, closed his eyes, and entered a Meditation state.
Just then, a flame suddenly shot up from the wall of their tent and burned brighter and brighter.
Kyle was terrified and yelled, "My tent!"
He hurriedly took out his wand and used the Aguamenti on the wall. A jet of water gushed out and rushed into the flames.
However, more flames appeared from all directions.
"Someone is casting a spell outside," Morris said calmly, opening his eyes.
Kyle was so anxious he was stamping his feet. "Don't just stand there, come help!"
Even without him saying so, Morris would have taken action.
It's such a shame that such a nice tent was burned.
" Finite Incantatem!"
He waved his wand gently, and the flames vanished with a "poof" in the blink of an eye, leaving only some charred marks and several large holes.
Cold wind kept blowing in from the cave entrance.
Kyle was furious and shouted, "Who did this?!"
He stormed out of the tent.
Seeing this, Morris immediately followed.
Outside the door, seven or eight people stood in the open space in front of their tent, all wearing black hooded robes and masks covering their faces.
"You burned the wrong one!" Morris heard someone between them say. "The owner of this tent is a wizard, not Muggle."
Q
"It's alright," said the other man in black. "Let's go, let's go somewhere else."
They made a move to leave.
Kyle stood there, fists clenched, eyes filled with anger, but he didn't speak rashly.
Why am I so unlucky?
He is not a reckless person.
Judging from his expression, he was clearly not someone to be trifled with; speaking up would only make things more complicated.
But Morris wouldn't let them go so easily.
joke.
He didn't learn magic for nothing.
Morris snapped his fingers, and three skeletons materialized out of thin air, blocking the way for the group.
Kyle recognized the skeletons as Morris's magic and immediately turned to him with some concern.
Although he knew that Morris's magic was powerful, the other side had the advantage in numbers.
Wouldn't that be a bit unwise?
Forget it, I'll just ignore it.
The arrow is on the bowstring; it must be released.
Kyle drew his wand, ready to aid Morris at any moment.
At that moment, the three skeletons raised their enormous bone weapons and hurled them at the masked wizard who was closest to them.