From Hogwarts to Strixhaven.

Chapter 308 The bones reappear
"Oh my God!" Ludo Bagman, the commentator of the final, shouted, and everyone in the VIP box was nervous.

Because everyone saw two Seekers falling rapidly on their brooms - Lynch from the Irish team, and Krum from the Bulgarian team.

Harry adjusted the focus of the Omni-scope, trying to find what the two Seekers were after, the Golden Snitch.

"It was a Wronski fake! There was no Golden Snitch in front of them!" said Mr. White, who was sitting next to Harry. His disguise was very successful and no one noticed the relationship between him and Harry.

Harry adjusted the focus again, trying to see the expressions on the two Seekers' faces.

Krum in the camera was flying very attentively, with his facial muscles tensed. He was the one leading the fake moves.

But the sudden shaking of the Firebolt beneath him disrupted his pace, and Harry saw confusion on Krum's face.

This Bulgarian guy has great flying skills. His movements on the broomstick are so nimble and graceful that he is like a feather on an eagle's wings, born to fly.

He had never doubted his ability to fly his broom, so when it began to shake, he seemed more confused than anyone else.

"Oops! The match is suspended!" Ludo Bagman cried out in pain as both Seekers fell heavily to the ground. "The trained on-site doctor rushed to the field to check the injuries of the two Seekers."

"There's something wrong with the Firebolt!" Ludo Bagman explained loudly to the audience who didn't understand what was going on. "When flying side by side with the Nimbus 2077, the Firebolt's flight trajectory can easily be disrupted by the airflow created by the Nimbus. This has happened several times in this year's competition! This was originally a perfect fake move, but due to the design flaws of the Firebolt... What a pity... As for Lynch, he fell to the ground because he rushed too fast."

Harry knew that was the fact. Due to Ivy's pneumatic spell, when Nimbus 2077 entered high-speed flight, a fast air shield would form in front of it. If other people's brooms were caught in this high-speed airflow, they would most likely be thrown out.

A large part of the reason why he was invincible in Quidditch this year was due to Nimbus 2077.

Krum's Firebolt was pretty good, at least it just had some uncontrollable shaking. Of course, this could also be due to the Bulgarian boy's superb flying skills.

"Only Nimbus 2077 can deal with Nimbus 2077." Harry stopped paying attention to the two seekers being treated by the doctor on the field and instead adjusted the speed of the panoramic telescope to look for the Golden Snitch on the field.

The game then entered garbage time after only ten minutes. Compared with Ireland's Nimbus 2077, Bulgaria's Firebolt found it difficult to gain the upper hand. Their goal was constantly breached and the players' movements became more and more dramatic.

There was bloodshed and referees’ whistles, and the Irish leprechauns and the Bulgarian veelas also fought each other.

Harry was still afraid of the magic of the Veela, but fortunately he had mastered the art of Occlumency to a high level, so he didn't make the same ugly appearance as Ron in the mascot show at the beginning.

Now that the Veela had taken their combat form, they looked no different than harpies with beaks, feathers, and claws.

Lynch and Krum both had blood on their faces, and it was unclear whether it was from the Bludger's attack or a certain player's aggressive defensive move.

Harry's Omni-Binoculars switched back and forth between the Quidditch match on the field and the mascot battle outside, wondering which was more interesting.

Half the stadium screamed and applauded because of the fun in the stadium, but they stopped and stood up at the same time.

Lynch, riding on the Nimbus 2077, performed the second dive of the game.

"This time it's real!" Harry has locked onto the Golden Snitch in front of Lynch with a panoramic telescope, and countless Irish supporters in the stadium have done the same thing with him.

Krum also noticed Lynch's movements. He rode his high-speed Firebolt to chase Lynch, but he had difficulty controlling the broom due to the tail turbulence caused by the pneumatic spell.

"Stop hitting the ground!" Harry shouted. "Krum can't catch you!"

Disappointingly, Lynch fell to the ground for the second time, and the Veela on the lawn immediately screamed and rushed towards him.

But Lynch raised a somewhat deformed palm, and the Golden Snitch was between two twisted fingers.

The speed of Light Cycle 2077 was too fast. Although Lynch couldn't adjust the direction, the Golden Snitch could not escape his control.

Without the turbulence ahead, Krum steadied his broom with a gloomy expression and fell from the air.

"Ireland won!" shouted Bagman, who likes the Irish team. "This is a result that many people expected!"

"Oh! Damn!" Fred and George pounded the railing in front of them. They had both participated in Bagman's bet before the game, but their bet was very strange - Ireland would win, but Krum would catch the Snitch. For this, they invested all their pocket money, forty-two Galleons, fifteen Sickles, three Knuts, and the fake wand that tricked Mrs. Weasley in exchange for five gold Galleons.

Mr. Weasley and their two older brothers tried to dissuade them, but they insisted on doing so and ended up losing all their family fortune.

After the award ceremony, Harry and his group left the VIP box and ran into people coming out of another top-floor box - senior officials from the Ministry of Magic and Quidditch players from two teams.

Mr. Weasley and Percy came forward to greet them, while the others stayed where they were.

"Did you have fun, Harry?"

Harry and his friends turned around and saw an unexpected person - Ivy.

He was dressed in quite a fancy outfit, and even the Minister of Magic, standing among a group of officials, was not as eye-catching as he was.

"Ivy!" Harry exclaimed in surprise, "I didn't know you were at the game! Thanks so much for the ticket!"

"I originally planned to stay in Hogwarts to study magic." Ivy smiled gently, "but someone told me that a good show will be staged here."

"That was indeed a good show! It was so exciting! Whether it was the battle or the performance display of Nimbus 2077." Sirius also came over and said, "Our company has completed the registration, and now we are looking for a site and workers. Do you have any recommendations for a place? Major shareholder?"

"Maybe investing in the Weasley twins' joke shop would be a good choice." Ivy said casually. He remembered that the two of them made the shop very prosperous. "Or make some props for defense against the dark arts."

"Those two guys' fake wands are really interesting." Sirius smiled and glanced behind Ivy with disgust.

His cousin Narcissa was standing there.

Lucius, who had just finished greeting the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, also looked over. He nodded at Ivy, then left with his wife and children without saying a word to Harry and his group.

"Is he rude? That Malfoy," Mr. White asked. "I remember him being ..."

Mrs. White tugged at his sleeve, and Mrs. White stopped talking.

Ivy smiled: "He is no longer... Anyway, the game is over, enjoy the party, friends, I am going back."

Before Harry could even say goodbye or try to keep her, Ivy had already disappeared, as if she had never existed.

"What a powerful magic..." Mr. White muttered, "Never mind them! We still have fun! Ivy is right, it will be a lively night!"

Following the crowd leaving the World Cup venue, they slowly headed towards their own camp. Thanks to Lucius Malfoy's coordination, there were very few Muggles at the venue where the wizards held the Quidditch World Cup. Only the camps at the most marginal areas were guarded by Muggles, so these guys could show off their magic at will.

All kinds of fireworks exploded in the air, lighting up the night sky brighter than the day. At least half of the fireworks patterns in the sky were four-leaf clovers and leprechauns, because that is the symbol of Ireland.

Discussions about the game continued into the late night, until someone couldn't resist the sleepiness and spilled a whole cup of hot cocoa, and the parents asked the children to go to bed.

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Lucius touched the mark on the back of his hand. It was a ball of black flame. "Destroy the big snake beside the Dark Lord... That was his last Horcrux..."

The task Ivy had given him was still ringing in his ears, and he remembered how he had responded.

"How could I possibly do that?" Lucius took a step back in horror, missed a step and fell off the platform.

The handsome young man in front of him smiled gently and easily pulled him up from the ground.

"I will provide the necessary assistance." Ivy's voice was like the whisper of a devil. "Only a very few powerful magics can destroy a Horcrux, and the Fiery Curse happens to be one of them."

Lucius had heard of the Fiendfyre. It was said that this was the magic that the first Dark Lord Grindelwald was best at, and he almost used it to burn down the whole of Paris.

But he himself had never tried it, because the Fiery Curse was extremely dangerous and could burn himself. Even for a dark wizard like Lucius, it was too dangerous. He had a noble and elegant wife and a smart and lovely son, so he naturally didn't need to take risks.

But now he served a master who wanted him to do just that - to try to destroy his former master.

Lucius wanted to refuse, but he couldn't. Unlike Voldemort, who used fear to rule his subordinates, Ivy had given him many things he had never imagined before, and he did many things he had never tried before at Ivy's request.

It's too late to turn back now, Lucius thought bitterly.

Besides, unlike Voldemort who promised immortality and then broke his word, Ivy always kept his promises.

But when it comes to resurrection...Lucius still can't quite believe it.

Even if he didn't believe it, what could he do? Would he dare to resist the new master in front of him? He could make people rejuvenate, so it shouldn't be that difficult to resurrect a person.

"I... will begin to practice the Fiery Curse, Lord Doom." Lucius bowed his head humbly.

"No, no, no." Ivy waved his hand. "I said I would help."

What kind of help would it be? Lucius couldn't help but speculate, a dark magic prop? Hopefully it would be something inconspicuous, because he always appeared wearing the same jewelry, he had already caused a lot of discussion in the Ministry of Magic, but fortunately because of the Slytherin snake shape, most people just thought that Lucius was going to set up a new political faction in the Ministry of Magic - the Snake Faction.

Although these discussions aroused Fudge's vigilance, Lucius didn't care much. For pure violence, power was just something that was easily obtained. Therefore, it didn't matter even if it was temporarily lost, as long as no one guessed the true purpose of the brooch.

"Stretch out your hand, Lucius," his master said. "I will leave a magical tattoo on the back of your hand. Don't worry, it's only a one-time effect. You can activate it as soon as you see the big snake next to Voldemort. I will know your location and come as quickly as possible."

"Before I arrive at the scene, you must try your best to stay alive. It doesn't matter if you die, but I guess you don't want to die again." Ivy had a hearty smile on his face, but the words he said made Lucius shudder.

He grasped his shaking hand and held it in front of Ivy.

Several silver needles flashing with cold light began to dance in the air, pricking the skin on the back of Lucius's hand non-stop. The ink dots left by the silver needles gradually connected into a line, and in addition to the pain of the needles, Lucius began to feel a raging fire burning the back of his hand.

He wanted to pull his hand away, but fear held back the impulse.

Fortunately, the tattooing process was not long, and Ivy stopped before the sweat soaked his shirt.

A sense of enlightenment emerged in Lucius' heart. He already understood how to use this Fiery Tattoo. As long as he aimed at the target and made a gentle gesture, the magic contained in it would be stimulated.

He felt like he had become a tool, a tool used by the new owner to deal with the old owner, no different from the house-elf who had served the Malfoy family for so many years.

For a long time afterwards, Lucius always looked at Dobby with eyes full of sympathy, and even the beatings and scoldings that he used to do no longer occurred in Malfoy Manor.

From that day on, Lucius wore gloves to hide the marks on the back of his hands and never took them off.

Back to the present, Lucius took a deep breath and said to the old Goyle in black robe in front of him: "Do you remember our plan?"

"Gather those bored people, set fire to the camp, and then take the opportunity to release the Dark Mark..." Old Goyle seemed a little hesitant, "Will he...really come back?"

"He's back," Lucius replied immediately, without any hesitation or doubt, "He just needs our help!"

"I will be thrown into Azkaban!" Old Goyle had also heard of the horrific legend of Dementors.

"You should have been thrown into Azkaban long ago! All of us should have been!" Lucius rudely interrupted his hesitation, "If Dumbledore's power continues to expand, sooner or later we will all be finished!"

"Besides, haven't we planned it long ago?" Lucius began to persuade him. He originally intended to use the Imperius Curse, but Ivy rejected this suggestion. Old Goyle must be an undoubted Death Eater, without any mistakes.

"You must surrender after the magical Aurors arrive! Let everyone know that you are the Death Eater who shot the Dark Mark, and the Dark Lord will find me based on the clues you left. Then we will rescue you from there! And the other companions!" Lucius reached out and patted old Goyle's arm. "You will be fine, just like we planned... As long as the Dark Lord takes advantage of the situation again, you and I will be the biggest contributors! Think about what kind of reward we will get? Maybe he will reward you with a high position in the Ministry of Magic!"

"For the Dark Lord!" whispered old Goyle, with a mad look on his face.

"For the Dark Lord!" Lucius also whispered, and he breathed a sigh of relief. Thanks to the long-term inbreeding, many heirs of pure-blood families were not so smart, but this also made it easier for him to manipulate them.

After a slight crackling sound, old Goyle disappeared from the spot. Lucius also exhaled a breath and walked towards the Minister of Magic's tent. He needed a perfect alibi to appear more suspicious.

The riot started from the edge. The Muggle family in charge of guarding the camp was lifted into the air by a wizard wrapped in a black robe. They kept screaming and trying in vain to wake up from the nightmare.

The black-robed wizards set fires wantonly, laughed, and taunted other wizards who ran past them screaming.

More and more wizards covered their faces with hoods and cloaks and joined the procession of Muggles. This was a mass riot, and wizards were no better than Muggles in this matter.

Aurors rushed to the scene from all directions, but due to the presence of hostages, these elite forces of the Ministry of Magic were cautious and fearful of causing any diplomatic incident.

The head of the Auror Office at the British Ministry of Magic roared like a lion: "Put those Muggles down! You idiots!"

"Scrimgeour! I advise you not to meddle in other people's business!" It was unknown which dark wizard in the crowd spoke. His voice was deliberately made very low, and it sounded very creepy.

"You are the one with fewer people! The Aurors will be here soon!" Percy, who was also assigned to patrol today, also spoke up. He stood next to Scrimgeour.

"Since when did the Aurors recruit these freshly graduated brats?" Without waiting for Scrimgeour's reply, a voice in the crowd raised its wand and shouted, "The corpse reappears!"

An extremely huge skull appeared in the air, composed of countless pale green fluorescent lights. A huge snake emerged from the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

The wizards on the march were all stunned by this sudden change, but those who reacted quickly cursed, threw the Muggles above their heads aside, and Apparated away.

The explosion caused by the Apparition alerted others, and more and more people began to take action.

The Aurors chanted "faint" as they attacked the marching wizards. No one fought back. All were running for their lives. They all knew that the Dark Mark was no joke.

Therefore, the chaos was quickly quelled, and the wizards who had not had time to escape fell to the ground. Just as Scrimgeour breathed a sigh of relief, a dark shadow suddenly jumped out from the wizards lying on the ground, grinning and firing a spell at Scrimgeour: "Crucio!"

"Pyroblast!" Percy, who was standing next to Scrimgeour, recited the extremely familiar Defense Against the Dark Arts instructions without even thinking.

So after a shocking explosion, the dark wizard who released the Cruciatus Curse disappeared, and after a while, a round object fell from the sky - a human head with its eyes open.

(End of this chapter)