Three Dark Marks Lit Up the Sky

Malfoy Apparition, appearing in a corner of the camp.

Upon seeing Stark riding his Abraxan and breaking up the procession, he immediately ran away.

It was extremely dangerous; the United States wizard who had just tormented the Mudblood was right next to him.

He saw with his own eyes as the silver sword pierced through the other man's hands, then grazed his face as it flew past.

Just a hair's breadth away... his handsome face was about to be disfigured.

Fortunately, he didn't attack Stark's sister; those five million Galleon... were tempting, but also a hot potato.

However, Stark wasn't in the tent, which benefited that old pervert Macnair.

He's even more likely to capture Stark's sister now; who can stop him?

Unless there are dozens of wizards hiding in the tent.

Malfoy threw off his hood, burned it, and headed towards his tent.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky. Using the dim light as a guide, he looked into the distance and suddenly froze.

His tent was burned down by someone, I don't know.

Damn it!

"Kabi, where are you?!" Malfoy asked anxiously. "Where did Draco go?"

His son Draco is still in the tent. He's their only son.

A House-elf appeared out of nowhere, covered in dust, and cried out, "I'm looking for my little master, I don't know where he went..."

"How could you let him out!" Malfoy exclaimed angrily.

"My master won't let me go with him!" Kado cried bitterly, banging his head against the ground frantically, shouting, "Stupid Kado! Stupid Kado!"

Malfoy's eyes were cold. "Did he say why he was going out?"

"The young master saw the Boy Who Lived and a red-haired boy... so he went to find them."

"Harry Potter?" Malfoy's eyelids twitched, a bad feeling creeping over him.

"Go find it now!" He kicked Kabi hard. "If you don't find it, you can just die out there!"

Just then, the sky suddenly brightened.

A huge, Winky green thing leaped up to the treetops and flew into the air, like a firework.

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

The skull rose higher and higher, gleaming brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

In an instant, not only was Kado trembling, but Malfoy was too.

If Draco hadn't gone missing, he would have run home immediately.

This Quidditch World Cup is too dangerous; it's not a place for someone like him.

The camp, which had been gradually calming down, erupted into screams again.

"Who released it?" Malfoy murmured.

He was all too familiar with that logo.

But since Voldemort disappeared, Malfoy has never released him again, nor has he ever seen him in person.

Thirteen years have passed.

Malfoy did intend to cause trouble, but he didn't want to leave this mark, clearly linking the matter to the Death Eaters.

The Ministry of Magic is unsure who attacked the camp, so it could be any force, even the United States.

The scope of the investigation needs to be much broader.

The attacker was like a sword hovering over Fudge's head, reminding him to be more cautious, but not making him certain that it was the Death Eaters.

The descendants of United States Scourers are very much like the attackers.

Doesn't Fudge always throw his hat at their heads?

Now, the Dark Mark has been released and immediately locked onto the Death Eaters.

As someone who had previously escaped trial, Malfoy would certainly be placed under surveillance again.

This is completely self-destructive.

Someone is deliberately making them take the blame!

Next, Malfoy experienced a truly terrifying ordeal.

Another Dark Mark lit up in another part of the camp.

Malfoy was sweating profusely, his lips were blue and trembling.

Because the third Dark Mark then lit up.

It's like alternating fireworks.

Death Eaters only leave behind a Dark Mark when they kill someone.

There are now three... at least three forces at play.

But none of this has anything to do with these Death Eaters escaped trial!

Who on earth is responsible for all the blame being placed on them?!

Don't let Laozi find out who did it.

Malfoy cursed under his breath.

If he finds out...

he,

They'll definitely stay far away.

William looked up at the Dark Mark in the sky.

The green skull snake... from an aesthetic point of view, it has no beauty at all, but instead exudes a plastic feel.

In any case, the symbol on it is quite different from the one on the Deathly Hallows used by Grindelwald.

Who designed this pattern?

Voldemort, as the leader of the group, should be given an Avada Kedavra by the art team.

Oh, Voldemort himself... Oh well, never mind then.

Hermione, who had already landed on the Thunderbird, stood beside William, also covering her mouth in shock.

This wasn't the first time she had seen the Dark Mark.

The last time I witnessed it was three years ago, when I went to Gringotts with William.

Voldemort possessed Quirrell's head, but released him before leaving.

I never expected to see it again at the Quidditch World Cup.

Has Voldemort been resurrected?

Hermione looked at William, who gently shook his head.

Seeing three Dark Mark at once definitely gives the impression that Voldemort has been resurrected and is throwing a celebration party.

But if Voldemort were to truly resurrect, he would undoubtedly first gather his old followers and then keep a low profile.

Instead of making a big fuss and announcing to the world that he is alive.

That was just a target, allowing Dumbledore to immediately aim it at him.

He certainly wouldn't dare show himself until he figured out why Harry had ricocheted him to death.

Therefore, he's probably still wandering around with Peter and won't be resurrected anytime soon.

So, who exactly released the Dark Mark?

What is the purpose?

Suddenly, a series of "poof poof poof" sounds rang out, and twenty wizards descended from the sky.

"There's another Dark Mark here?" Fudge roared. "Damn it, did they capture the Releaser?"

"No." Mr. Weasley shook his head. "William and the lake monster were fighting just now, which produced a lot of water vapor."

Someone hid in the steam, secretly released the Dark Mark, and then immediately ran away.

Then came a moment of silence.

Fudge paced back and forth, shouting.

"Oh, this is terrible, it's a disaster."

"The Quidditch World Cup was very well organized, and Ireland even won the championship... everything was so perfect."

"But now it's all destroyed, three Dark Mark, who knows what the Daily Prophet will write tomorrow!"

Fudge was truly furious.

Other things can be put on hold, like the mascot attacks on the camp; those can all be explained away.

Your countries can't control their mascots, Norway even has a lake monster!

Is this the fault of the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic?

Not to mention, William delivered a stunningly brilliant performance even under such desperate circumstances.

He single-handedly killed the lake monster and saved 100,000 wizards.

Even awarding Fudge the Order of Merlin, First Class wouldn't be an exception!

At that time, the death toll will be further reduced to 29.

This matter was thus dealt with perfunctorily, giving the United Kingdom public an explanation.

But the Dark Mark couldn't be suppressed at all, nor could it be suppressed. After all, so many people had seen it.

This is utterly hopeless.

With these two things combined, Fudge felt that his position was about to become unstable.

At that moment, the Bulgaria Minister for Magic rushed over.

His face was ashen, and he roared, "Our Quidditch national team has been attacked!"

This was an attack, this was a conspiracy!

Your United Kingdom Ministry of Magic lured us here with a false pretense.

During the final, the referee favored your Ireland Team and let you win the championship.

Now, another attack has occurred; someone has attacked our national team's heroes...

"What are you talking about?" Fudge asked, bewildered and annoyed.

"Who threw the match with you? Referee Hassan Mostafa Egypt, is the president of the International Quidditch Association!"

Was his ruling biased towards Ireland?

If I could control the game and know the outcome, I would have bet on Ireland Team to win long ago! Krum caught the Golden Snitch!

Fudge grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he vented his anger by saying:

"If you're referring to the protesters, they attacked everyone; many tents were burned, and there were also those Muggle administrators."

Merlin, it's no big deal!

Just take him to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries for treatment... Is your Krum really that precious?

"No!" the Bulgaria Minister for Magic said coldly.

"They're missing... Two team members are missing, one of them is Krum!"

A wizard suddenly attacked them and captured them.

"Are you sure?" Fudge asked suspiciously, "So many people attacked by a wizard?"

Judging from Krum's appearance, he must be almost thirty, yet he's so weak...

"He's only just come of age!" the Bulgaria minister said angrily. "It's perfectly normal for him to be arrested."

"Normal my foot! Didn't William just kill a lake monster?"

Fudge's neck; I've never felt so good roasting someone.

"Could it be that a grown wizard and a Quidditch player could be captured by a single attack?"

I think they're lost.

The Bulgaria minister felt like he was going to vomit blood.

Comparing William Stark... isn't that just bullying?

"I don't care," the Bulgaria minister retorted, feigning indifference.

"I don't care if Krum and the others were kidnapped or just lost... You have to go find them right now, you must find him."

Fudge scoffed, "I'm off to catch Death Eaters right now, I don't have time to find people for you!"

"Go find it yourselves, don't get in my way..."

William frowned slightly.

He suddenly remembered that Harry and Ron seemed to be missing as well.

Just then, a voice echoed throughout the camp, drowning out Fudge's words.

The voice was high-pitched and excited, echoing throughout the camp.

"I have just cast a Dark Mark... I know you are afraid."

Screams erupted from the middle of the camp. Some people huddled together, looking around in terror to find the source of the sound.

"You may have noticed, or you may not have noticed... Recently, quite a few wizards have gone missing, all within just half a month."

Tonight, I took advantage of the chaos to arrest quite a few more people.

I don't want to kill them.

I have only one request: release those Death Eaters who have been captured and imprisoned in Azkaban immediately.

Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan...

"If the United Kingdom Ministry of Magic refuses, I will kill one wizard every hour until they are all gone."

Don't even think about finding me.

I am a ghost, here for revenge.

The camp was eerily silent, a silence that seemed to weigh down on everyone's eardrums.

Now everyone knows where Krum went... he really was caught.

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I'm really late with today's update, here's 3,000 words.

I'll stay up late tonight and adjust tomorrow's update time back, otherwise it'll just keep getting later and later.

P. S... The idea of taking hostages at sporting events and demanding their release is based on a real historical event.

Those interested can take a look at the "Black September Incident".

Terrorists captured Israel athletes at the 1972 Olympic Games.