The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Poppy dodged a roaming ball and faced Krum, who was charging straight at her, without flinching or dodging!

Young man, you know nothing about power!

"Bang!" Krum crashed solidly into Bobby. He had imagined that the slender girl would be knocked off her broom by his blow, but in reality, Krum felt like he had hit a wall. The powerful recoil almost made him fall.

In the end, he managed to grip the broom tightly, avoiding the worst possible outcome. But how could banging one's head against a wall possibly end well? Krum felt like his whole body was falling apart; his muscular physique couldn't withstand the impact at all. Now he felt pain all over his body, with multiple muscle strains and bruises.

He flew horizontally for more than ten meters before regaining his footing. He looked at Bobby Evans, who remained calm and composed, with a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.

The whistle blew, and the referee indicated that Bulgarian Seeker Viktor Krum had committed a deliberate foul by charging into an opponent, awarding Ireland a penalty.

Little did Krum know that the free throws were a minor matter; he was in deep trouble, he was in big trouble.

Poppy folded up the banner, drew a graceful arc in the air, and charged towards Krum.

Krum was shocked! He had already experienced firsthand Bobby's unreasonable physical strength. If he were to be bumped by this girl who was as solid as a weight, his World Cup journey would probably be over prematurely.

Realizing this, Krum turned and ran, as if the green figure behind him was the Grim Reaper.

Ron, holding up his panoramic binoculars, shouted, "Hey! Is Bobby getting revenge for what Krum did earlier?"

Harry shook his head, also holding up his binoculars: "Cousin Bobby is playing him for a fool. You know how fast she can fly when she accelerates? If she really wanted to catch him, Krum wouldn't have a chance to escape!"

Hermione sighed. "Why did Viktor Krum have to provoke Poppy? She holds grudges."

On the pitch, Bobby got closer and closer to Krum, who was terrified and didn't realize that Bobby had deliberately flown between the Bulgarian batsman and himself.

When batter Vokanov tried to help Krum by hitting the runner towards Bobby, Bobby's body blocked Krum's view, and he didn't even notice the runner flying towards the two of them.

Poppy smiled. "Hi, Krum, nice to meet you. Hope we meet again!"

Krum was taken aback at first, then looked back and saw Bobby suddenly rise up and fly into the sky.

He looked up at Bobby; the hem of her green jersey fluttered in the wind, her long, wine-red hair danced in the breeze, and her silvery laughter stirred something within him.

But his teammates' exclamations brought him back to his senses. The ball grew larger and larger in his vision, until with a bang, the whole world went dark...

"Oh!" Ludo Bagman's voice rang out, "Bobby Evans used Vokanov's lob to send Viktor Krum sprawling off his broomstick! Hopefully, the Bulgarian star is alright... Now the situation is more favorable for Ireland, Bulgaria has temporarily lost their Seeker!"

The Bulgarian players were stunned, but Ireland wasn't going to give them a chance. In that brief moment of disbelief, Ireland scored another ten points.

The stands erupted in cheers, and the latest score was immediately displayed on the stadium's large blackboard:

120:30

Poppy smiled. If she could score just ten more points, she could end the game. She glanced at the goalpost, where the golden snitch was still lurking, motionless.

She began to fly slowly toward the goalpost, effortlessly dodging the Bulgarian team's retaliatory shot.

She watched as Troy, holding the Quaffle, drew two Bulgarian interceptions before passing the ball to Moran, who had circled around to the goal.

Moran calmly dodged a stray ball, feinted to make goalkeeper Zograf dive to his right, and then easily threw the Quaffle into the left goal!

130: 30!

Bobby chuckled and made her move! She sprinted towards the center post of the Bulgarian team.

In this betting, she had all the wizards who had been freed from the werewolf curse bet 250—these people were very insecure, and they would definitely not accept direct financial assistance, but Bobby could use this way of revealing the results of the game to make their lives a little more comfortable.

Suddenly, a green light flew from the audience and hit Poppy squarely!

The green light was so intense, so full of malice, that it struck the Irish team's heroine, dressed in a green robe, precisely under the watchful eyes of 100,000 spectators...

Chapter 98 Barty Crouch Jr.'s Tragic Journey

"Oh!"

"Wow!"

A gasp rippled through the stands as Harry, Hermione, and the Weasleys all stood up and craned their necks out of their boxes.

Snape, McGonagall, Flitwick, and the others, who were hiding in various corners of the stadium, were also furious!

In the center of the arena, Poppy swayed slightly, but seemed unaffected. She continued flying toward the Golden Snitch, her right hand gripping her broom tightly, her left hand pointing in the direction from which the green light had come.

In an instant, a group of house-elves appeared beside the person who had shot out the green light and took him away before anyone could react.

The house-elves were so fast that the goblins and Veela on both sides of the stadium had no chance to show themselves to Her Majesty the Queen.

Ludo Bagman's voice rang out again: "What a scare! It was just a joke spell. Miss Bobby Evans seems perfectly fine. But even so, please don't let the audience interfere with the game! It's very dangerous!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but only Bobby knew that the green light he had just seen was the real Avada Kedavra.

She was hit.

In that instant, she arrived in the world of the dead, a gray expanse surrounded by only black and white, where the souls of the dead wandered aimlessly on the sea of ​​death, desperately searching for an exit.

In her eyes, there was only one place with color in this black and white world. That place was far away from her, but she could feel its attraction to her, as if it were her final destination.

She was dazed and tried to walk there, but the next moment, a pulling sensation came over her. When she opened her eyes again, she was still sitting on the flying broom, rushing towards the golden thief.

"Bobby Evans caught the Golden Snitch! That mischievous little guy hid behind the Bulgarian goalpost all night!"

"Congratulations to Ireland for winning the 422nd Quidditch World Cup! The final score is 280:30!"

The entire audience erupted in cheers, with those who correctly predicted 250 cheering even more enthusiastically.

Poppy descended from the sky and handed the Golden Snitch to Chief Judge Hassan Mustafa.

Her expression was grave; something was bound to happen tonight, though she wondered if it would be just another minor incident like in the original story.

But it's okay, she's already made all the necessary preparations.

Inside the box, Harry and the twins high-fived in celebration, while Ron sat there blankly, as if his soul had been ripped out, mourning the time when his wallet had been bulging.

In the center of the arena, the goblins and Veela rushed forward excitedly, surrounding Poppy. A deep-seated submissiveness told them that the young woman before them was the queen their people had waited for for so many years.

"Alright, alright, you guys go back now. Send a representative to Hogwarts to find me later. I have something to do now."

After waving away the frenzied gnomes and Veela, Poppy didn't celebrate with her teammates—she had only participated to fulfill Mama McGonagall's dream, and she would never have anything to do with these people again.

She changed out of her team uniform, and with a phantom teleportation, arrived outside a tent.

She glanced around; the surrounding tents were empty, clearly their owners hadn't yet returned from the stadium. So Bobby strolled into one of the tents.

The tent was large, but empty except for a group of house-elves.

"Your Majesty!"

The elves parted to reveal the man bound hand and foot on the ground.

Bobby walked up to the man.

This is a man with pale skin and light yellow hair.

Bobby tilted her head, her emerald eyes reflecting the candlelight inside the tent, giving her a somewhat dim look.

This caused the man's pupils to dilate sharply; he clearly remembered that his Avada Kedavra had hit this woman.

“Barty Crouch Jr.,” Bobby murmured, “you really do look a bit like your father, and well, you’re similar in personality too, which is rather annoying.”

Barty Crouch Jr. was shocked, "You..."

"How did I know? Didn't you do any research before you acted? I'm a prophet."

Poppy slowly circled Barty Crouch Jr., then snapped her fingers, and a house-elf conjured a bucket of water. The bucket tipped over in mid-air, and water droplets seeped from a small hole in the sealed opening, falling one by one onto Barty Crouch Jr.'s forehead.

As she watched the house-elves subject Barty to water torture, she muttered to herself, "Voldemort needs two things most right now: my life, so the Death Eaters can reclaim their wealth; and Harry's blood, so Voldemort won't be trapped in an alchemical contraption and can truly be resurrected..."

Barty Crouch Jr. began to struggle desperately. This woman was a devil! He had to inform his master that all operations had to be suspended! He straightened up and slammed his waist hard against the ground.

“Don’t bother. From the moment you enter this tent, you won’t be able to contact the outside world by any means,” Bobby lifted Barty up and removed a buckle from his belt, “including this alarm that I’ve worn out.”

Bobby pressed his fingers hard and crushed the button into powder.

She gently blew a breath, scattering the powder all over Little Barty's face.

Barty shuddered. The girl's incredible strength really startled him. Although she could knock a strong man away on the court, he only truly realized how powerful Poppy was when they were face to face—the beautiful girl in front of him lifted him into the air with just one hand, as if he were nothing!

Poppy curled her lip in disgust, threw Little Barty back to the ground, and the elves quickly held him still and continued the water torture that had been interrupted.

“Let me guess who else was involved in tonight’s operation,” Bobby muttered to himself again. “The Dementors in Azkaban have been acting strangely since the month before last, so has Voldemort brought the Dementors back under his command?”

“No,” Bobby’s green eyes stared intently into Barty’s eyes, “your eyes tell me that he didn’t completely succeed, but the Dementors still showed him kindness, so some Death Eaters escaped…”

Capture the mind and seize thoughts!

Barty Crouch Jr. was already terrified by Bobby, and the water torture had completely thrown him off balance. He hadn't even considered using Occlumency, so Bobby saw right through his thoughts and memories.

“Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphs Lestrange, the Caro siblings, Coban Yaxley…”

Poppy frowned. "What?! Most of the Death Eater core members have been released?"

"However, it's not all bad news. That mysterious old woman hasn't contacted Voldemort for a long time. Is it because they fell out, or does she have something else on her mind?"

With a flick of her finger, Poppy cast a Stunning Curse on Barty Crouch Jr., finally allowing the tormented boy to get some peace and quiet.

Bobby was actually quite annoyed. Today she had been thoroughly humiliated by a giant melon, and if it weren't for some unknown reason that saved her life, all her plans for the day would have fallen through.

Voldemort, a man without any martial ethics, resorts to sneak attacks!

Grindelwald was right; she was still too young and didn't think things through thoroughly enough.

She said to the corner of the tent, "Alright, I'm leaving. Little Barty is in your care now."

After saying that, Bobby disappeared into the tent.

In the corner of the tent she had just been gazing at, a figure appeared, wearing a bright smile.

“If Jady didn’t dislike Quidditch, I should have brought her along so she could see what kind of devil her best friend really is.”

"But she's a real expert at torture."

Chapter 99 The Dark Lord is back!

Arthur looked at the jubilant children and shook his head. If Bill and Charlie were here, they would be even happier.

Bill was promoted to branch manager at Gringotts, a position that would be virtually impossible for a human wizard to achieve. Until now, the Gringotts goblins had never entrusted such an important position to a human!

Bill became incredibly busy, working almost non-stop throughout the year. But in return, he earned many times more than before.