The Wind and the Wings of Hogwarts

The voice was cold and eerie, with hissing sounds between each word, like a venomous snake crawling across the skin, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard it.

"Apparition is now prohibited here," the voice continued. "Furthermore, endless Fiendfire has engulfed the entire arena!"

"what?"

How could that be?

"Damn the Ministry of Magic!"

"Where are the Aurors? What are they doing?"

The people who were trying to escape were stunned.

Scott overheard Bill say to Mr. Weasley, "Dad, I really failed at Apparition!"

"Damn it!" Sirius couldn't help but roar, raising his wand to attack first.

"and many more!"

Scott quickly reached out and grabbed him.

“I can contact Professor Dumbledore.”

He quickly pulled out the Magic Mirror and connected it to Dumbledore's Magic Phone.

"Oh! Well done, Scott!"

"How come we didn't think of that!"

Seeing his actions, the twins immediately became excited.

Amid the curious gazes of others, they began to recount Scott's "great invention."

Scott was also a little nervous, fearing that Dumbledore didn't have the [magic phone] with him.

Fortunately, his fears did not come true; Dumbledore with a long beard soon appeared in the Magic Mirror.

"Oh, what happened, Scott?"

“Professor Dumbledore!” Scott exclaimed quickly, “The Quidditch final has been attacked! It was Voldemort… the Mystic! They’ve set up an anti-Apparition Charm on the field and claimed to have surrounded the entire arena with Fiendfire!”

When Scott announced the news, he was incredulous. This was a stadium that could hold 100,000 people, and the fact that such a large area was surrounded by Fiendfire was truly astonishing.

"I see."

Dumbledore, with a serious expression, immediately cut off the communication.

Scott looked up and found everyone looking at him with admiration.

“It seems Dumbledore has already begun to take action. Well done, boy!” Mrs. Burns said excitedly.

Scott nodded. "I can also keep an eye on the outside world."

He took out a piece of wood and used a transformation spell to turn it into a crow.

The crow immediately spread its wings and flew upwards.

"Its function is..."

Scott tapped the [Magic Mirror] in his hand, and the live view seen by the raven immediately appeared on the mirror.

Ignoring the exclamations and praises of others, Scott simply stared intently at the image in the mirror.

The crow flew higher and higher, and when it soared into the sky along the edge of the stadium, Scott couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, it wasn't blocked.

But the next second, he was stunned by what he saw.

Voldemort was not lying.

The raging flames formed a continuous wall of fire, creating a complete wall of fire around the huge stadium.

The crow flew downwards.

The footage shows people fighting outside the stadium.

The Aurors were inside the wall of fire, while the Death Eaters were outside, and the two sides were engaged in fierce combat.

Scott could see several familiar figures.

"Oh! It's Moody and his group!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed. "Oh no, they're already losing!"

Moody's Aurors were indeed at a disadvantage, being forced to retreat towards the stadium's entrance passage by the Death Eaters' curses.

"We must help them!" Sirius said anxiously. "We must find a way to escape!"

Just then, Voldemort's voice rang out again.

"Quiet!"

Scott and his companions turned to look and found that Voldemort had revealed his true form and was standing on the round goal on the other side of the field.

The stadium gradually quieted down.

Everyone was watching the terrifying figure standing straight above the goal.

"Good evening, everyone." Voldemort opened his arms. "You may all have heard my name before. I am Voldemort!"

The stadium had become completely silent.

Compared to the towering goal, Voldemort's body seemed very small.

But that name seemed to be the embodiment of a shadow; in people's eyes, the figure shrouded in black mist seemed to be taller than the entire stadium.

For a time, not only did no one launch an attack, but no one even spoke to him.

Oh, it's not that there aren't any.

Sirius, who was most prone to impulsiveness, had already been restrained by Mr. Weasley, and Bagman took the opportunity to cover his mouth.

"Don't be impulsive, Sirius, you must protect Harry," Mr. Weasley whispered anxiously.

Sirius calmed down after hearing his words.

He nodded, and Mr. Weasley and Bagman released him.

"I'm sorry," Sirius said, annoyed at his own lack of composure. "I'll be more careful next time."

He stood up, straightened his robes, and walked in front of Harry and Hermione, shielding them behind him.

At that moment, Harry covered the scar on his forehead with his hand and looked up at Voldemort.

His face was pale, and he was biting his lower lip hard with his teeth, clearly enduring intense pain.

"Voldemort!"

Suddenly, another voice came from below.

Scott and his team looked in the direction of the sound and saw that it was Moody leading a team of Aurors onto the pitch.

“It’s you, Alastor Moody.” Voldemort looked down at him, his tone filled with disgust.

“Tell me what you want to do, Voldemort!” Moody shouted.

“What I want to do? That’s up to you.” Voldemort laughed. “If someone can hand over Harry Potter, I won’t do anything.”

Voldemort's words immediately caused a commotion.

"Harry Potter?"

"That boy who survived the ordeal?"

Where is Harry Potter?

At this moment, it seems everyone is looking for Harry Potter.

Inside the box, Sirius stood guard beside Harry, his eyes like a wolf's, staring fiercely and warily at the others, especially the glamorous "big shots" who had left the box earlier but had run back.

Suddenly, Ha clutched his head with both hands and let out a painful groan.

"Harry!" Hermione hugged him tightly, her voice trembling with tears, "What's wrong?"

"Damn it! Damn it!" Sirius cursed under his breath, pacing anxiously in circles.

“I…” Harry began, trying to say something.

"Don't speak, Harry," Sirius interrupted him anxiously. "No one can decide to hand you over. You have no obligation to protect anyone else!"

Harry trembled all over, "But..."

“No buts,” Ms. Burns began. “You are just an innocent child, and we will not compromise.”

Immediately afterwards, Moody below also began to respond to Voldemort's words.

"Leaving your men outside Fiendfyre was your biggest mistake!" Moody roared. "Do you want to fight a hundred thousand wizards alone, Voldemort!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Voldemort seemed to have heard a funny joke and laughed loudly.

"One hundred thousand wizards? You think you can take me on?" he scoffed. "And guess how many of those one hundred thousand wizards would have the courage to attack me?"

"All wizards!"

Moody's resolute voice echoed throughout the entire stadium.

"This is the best opportunity yet. This man has come here all alone, while we have a hundred thousand! What has happened in the past tells us that Voldemort is not invincible!"

Avada Kedavra!

No sooner had he finished speaking than a thick green beam of light descended from the sky.

Despite missing a leg and needing a cane, the old but still vigorous Moody was not killed by Voldemort's sneak attack.

He rolled around on the grass a few times, avoiding the sudden deadly curse.

But now a young Auror behind him suffered as a result, falling straight to the ground the moment he came into contact with the green light.

"Raymond!"

A cry of grief rang out.

"it's a pity."

Voldemort casually withdrew his wand.

“You won’t be so lucky next time, Moody.”