The days at Hogwarts

"Okay Master!" Twinkle jumped up, one hand hanging in the air, as if dragging something invisible, "You don't know, Master Barty has been very good all night, he is a good boy... "

……

In order to avoid the crowd, Crouch took Winky on a small path.

After walking briskly in the thick fog until he entered the tent and put down the curtain that could block sight and sound, Crouch sat on the single sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing his forehead tiredly.

"Don't take off the invisibility cloak. Before dawn, you take him to the depths of the swamp and walk from there."

"Master, I can take Master Barty home now."

"The Department of Transportation of the Ministry of Magic oversees all space magic. Even if you are a house elf, you will be noticed."

"I understand, Master."

How could a stupid house elf give advice to its master... Twinkle's eyes flashed with self-blame, and she clenched her fists and gave herself a squeeze.

Suddenly, a rash figure broke in: "Mr. Crouch, Mr. Crouch!"

Crouch stared at him with anger brewing on his face: "Jorkins?"

"Mr. Crouch, there is a big trouble! The Veela and a group of wizards are making trouble in the camp. Wizards from many countries!" Jorkins shouted in panic, "Minister Fudge asked me to call you!"

Crouch's face was cold, he stood up, gave Twinkle a look, and walked straight out of the tent.

Jorkins staggered to follow.

"One more thing Mr. Crouch, I seem to have forgotten my wand in the box..."

"The lost and found office will return it to you. Let's deal with the camp matters first."

"Okay sir..."

……

Their pace was not slow, but the people who left the stadium and returned to the camp no longer abided by the rules as they did when they went there. Some wizards rode brooms and rushed directly to the camp. Some wizards cast levitating spells on their clothes and swayed towards the camp. fly……

A tidal wave of people soon surrounded them, and everyone could only stick together and walk back in the direction illuminated by the lanterns. There were rough singing voices everywhere, and little leprechauns were flying over the forest. Flying back and forth, laughing loudly.

No one wanted to sleep. The excitement and bustle brought by George and Fred from the gym had not yet cooled down. Charlie's annoyed expression made them even more happy, and they became more active in yodeling Happy Krum's name in front of him.

It must be said that their singing voices are quite pleasant when they are not singing the melody of the funeral march. It is no wonder that they can be the lead singers at the Hogwarts opening dinner.

Arthur, who had just learned how to use it from Hermione, took out a windproof match, put the match head close to the red phosphorus strip on the outer cover of the box, pressed hard with his finger, and with a slight stroke, the orange flame ignited.

Arthur happily lit the oil lamp, blew out the matches reluctantly, and treasured the remaining matches into the box.

Although the match head has been used, it is the first match he has lit and he has to take it back and treasure it.

Molly, who witnessed the whole process:...

Molly reached out and grabbed Ginny, whose face was flushed and excited, and held her in her arms. At the same time, she shouted to the others: "Hey, kids, darling!"

George and Fred stopped yodeling, and everyone else stopped and looked at Mrs. Weasley.

"Today is over! Go to bed quickly. We will get up early and go home tomorrow. We can still make it to Diagon Alley in the afternoon to buy the items you will need for next semester..."

Molly's voice was covered up by a burst of noise outside the tent. It was buzzing, screaming mixed with footsteps, and strange crashing sounds mixed with harsh laughter. It seemed that everyone's voice was there, making people's ears uneasy. .

Hermione listened carefully for a while, but couldn't hear anything clearly, so she guessed: "Is it the Irish celebrating their victory?"

Arthur listened suspiciously and walked out of the tent to investigate the situation.

Loren looked deeply at the oil lamp that had just been lit. The flame was flickering and the shadow of the lamp was shaking.

has it ended?

No, just started.

Chapter 432 The snake shadow reappears

Flames, blazing flames were everywhere as far as the eye could see. The night wind stirred up air waves, and the flames rolled and rolled out. The tongues of flames licked up the other tent and spread quickly.

After the outer tarpaulin burned out, the furniture contained inside spread out, and the flames ignited the next tent. The tents densely packed in the camp turned into excellent firewood.

Thousands of ash swirled up on the campground, and the hot wind roared away the mist brewing in the swamps and forests. The originally cold night was now making people sweat, and tiny sparks floated in the air and flickered down like fireflies, completely After burning out, the pole fell to the ground and turned into charred carbon stone.

At the end of the camp, on the road ahead where the flames spread, at the door of the ordinary waterproof canvas tent, a group of wizards looked at the spreading fire and were stunned for a moment.

A tall, thin, somewhat balding middle-aged man protected the youngest daughter in his arms, followed by his short and fat wife and a group of young wizards, and next to him were several other wizards from adjacent tents.

Without anyone reminding them, their dominant hands were already on their wands, and their most familiar spells were brewing on their lips.

The fire that almost ignited the earth brightened the field of vision, and Loren and others were able to see the situation clearly.

People escaping from the fire were running toward the woods, as if fleeing something moving toward them from some campground.

This is very wrong... Wizards are not afraid of ordinary flames at all. Under the protection of the Fire Condensation Curse, ordinary flames cannot cause harm to the wizard, and will even give him a numbing sensation. Since the feat of the weird Wendelin being burned 47 times has been recorded in history, Few wizards are burned to death anymore.

Loud jeers, wanton laughter, and drunken shouts were mixed in the flames and moved towards them. They also saw what the wizards were afraid of and avoided.

Dozens of slender and beautiful figures came over before the flames. The Veelas walked forward, their long hair flowing, and their whole bodies exuded a soft silver light. This silver light was far stronger than the opening performance of Quidditch. A strange, charming and intoxicating magic ripples in the soft silver light.

Just behind these Veela, a group of wizards wearing hoods and masks were huddled tightly together, like faceless monsters. Those grinning and shouting came from under these masks, and each of them had a hand in his hand. Pointing his wand upward, he moved forward slowly but without stopping.

Invisible magic threads extended from their wands, and four struggling figures floated in the air, twisting their limbs like weird dolls and posing in various weird shapes.

At the end of the parade, the scaly wings flapped vigorously, setting off waves of fire. Dozens of ferocious-looking harpies soared in the mid-air, their beautiful faces roaring with piercing screams, and fireballs flew across them. It condensed on its sharp claws and was thrown out, scattering like cannonballs. The orange-yellow flames continued to move forward under the guidance of the harpy named Poppy.

Silver light and fire light came closer. Not far away from Loren and others, a wizard in the tent next door suddenly had a fanatical expression on his face. He screamed: "They are mine! I earn a hundred bags a year." Gold coins! I work in the Dangerous Animals Disposal Committee, specializing in killing fire dragons!"

"You wash dishes at the Leaky Cauldron!"

Another wizard jumped out and retorted, his expression equally fanatical: "They are mine! I specialize in hunting vampires, and I have killed more than ninety of them!"

"I'm going to be the youngest Minister of Magic ever!"

The three wizards fought against each other and rushed towards the Veela. Loren saw the Veela coming towards them from a distance and only smiled faintly. Three more wizards were added to the parade.

Arthur's pupils shrank suddenly and he screamed: "Those ghosts have controlled them! We have to get out of here, hurry up!"

Molly immediately pulled Ginny and ran back in a panic. Arthur turned around and pushed Loren and others roughly, but no one paid attention. The group of people hurriedly followed the crowd and fled into the forest.

Harry, who was running, glanced around and whispered: "The last person just now was the conductor of the Knight Bus. I have seen him."

"Don't worry about who he is, Harry..." Arthur ran at the end to ensure that no child was left behind. "There are many Death Eaters among those wizards. I don't know whether the Veela controlled them or they controlled the Veela! They We've gotten into big trouble!"

"It's Mr. Roberts." Hermione's slightly trembling voice reached everyone's ears.

Arthur yelled: "What!?"

Loren looked back and saw more wizards joining the advancing team, laughing loudly and playing with the four bodies floating in the air with their wands. One of them was Mr. Roberts, the camp administrator, and the other three were a middle-aged lady and two A child.

"It's the Roberts family!" Loren's voice was cold, "His wife and his two children."

"Damn! It's so outrageous..." Arthur's face turned ugly. Seeing the fleeing crowd getting more and more chaotic, he rolled up his sleeves, "Percy, we have to help the ministry maintain order! Molly, you take the children with you. Let's go into the woods and don't disperse. I'll come find you after the matter is resolved..."

"Don't worry, I will take good care of the children." Molly replied sternly.

Percy and Arthur slowed down, turned around and ran towards the parade. Bill and Charlie looked at each other and hurried after them.

Not only them, more and more wizards rushed to the scene of the accident from all directions, most of them were staff of the Ministry of Magic.

……

Woo!

The cold sea breeze howled endlessly, and in the middle of the night at the end of August, the waters of the North Sea rolled up waves that looked like mountain peaks.

Before the fifteenth century, any ship approaching here would be lost in the endless waves. Even the most experienced captain and first mate could not discern the direction. The sailors could only wait for death in despair as water and food gradually ran out.

When they pray to the gods, the beautiful souls will attract soul-devouring monsters on the island...

This is Azkaban.

In the sparsely decorated office outside the prison, the guard wizard who was writing a duty report suddenly shuddered coldly, and the ink on his quill pen left an ink dot on the yellowish parchment.

"Are there any Dementors around again..." the little guard whispered.

During the special period when the Quidditch World Cup is being held, many wizards in the ministry have gone on vacation to watch the game, and the remaining staff are sent to the gymnasium first... I have just been notified that a big mess has occurred in the gymnasium, and several experienced veterans have After the transfer, there were only him and the wizards on duty at the other three corners of the island in the huge Azkaban, which always felt a little deserted.

But don't worry too much, they are not the main fighting force guarding Azkaban, the dementors are.

The young guard stood up and put on his uniform, ready to go around for a patrol. The next second he opened the office door, the young guard's heart suddenly lifted, and a hard object pressed against his lower back.

A slightly familiar voice said from behind: "Don't be nervous, don't shake..."

Cold sweat broke out from behind the little guard, and he responded in fear: "Deputy, deputy director?"

The person behind him chuckled: "I didn't expect you to still remember me. This is really nice."

The little guard trembled even more: "Deputy Director... no, please..."

"Don't worry, as long as you don't do stupid things, we will be fine... By the way, happy wedding, the Avery daughter is so beautiful, you don't want her to be sad."

"No, I don't want to..."

"Now, let's go find a Dementor."

"Dementors?"

"That's right, it's about to go out into the field."

……

Loren and his group stumbled to the edge of the woods under the protection of Molly. The colored lights that originally illuminated the stadium had been extinguished. The crowd was crowded together and pushing and shoving. Figures were stumbling around in the darkness. Children were crying, and nervous shouts and voices echoed in the cold night air around them.

As he entered the woods, Loren looked behind him and saw that the parade of masked wizards had grown larger.

The wizard staff of the Ministry of Magic were confronting the masked wizard in the middle from a distance. They probably encountered great difficulties and huddled in a circle. It seemed that they did not dare to get too close or cast any magic. Afraid of causing the Roberts family to fall.

There was a squeezing pain in her hand, and when she turned around to look, Hermione was also looking at the Roberts family in mid-air, her eyes filled with tears.

"Will they be saved?" Hermione asked hoarsely.

Loren raised his hand to wipe her eyes and replied softly: "Yes."

……

"Ouch!"

Ron, who was running away in the dark, suddenly screamed in pain. The crowd around him was frightened and pushed harder.

Molly asked quickly, "What's going on? Ron, where are you?"

"[Fluorescence Flashing]"

A soft light illuminated the vicinity, and Ron lay on the ground, curling up with his legs in a ball: "I tripped over a tree root!"

Molly breathed a sigh of relief and used the lighting spell to check the children around her.

Ginny, Ron... one, two, three...

Molly screamed: "Where are Loren and Hermione?"

……

The endless fire spread and rolled, and everything along the way was turned to black in the unstoppable burning. Thick smoke and ashes were mixed together, and sparks were flying in the air, just like purgatory.

Mrs. Roberts, who was rising in the air with her limbs spread out, suddenly changed her direction. The old-style pajamas of the middle-aged woman hung down, revealing colorful and outdated underwear. Mrs. Roberts's hands and feet were trembling, struggling to cover her body, but the surroundings She was immobilized by a force she couldn't understand from everywhere.

The people below made cheerful teasing noises, some laughed at her figure, some laughed at her underwear, and some wanted to take off her pajamas. In fact, the middle-aged woman's body was nothing to look at even if it was exposed, but using magic to tease such a weak Muggle brought an indescribable pleasure to the hearts of these people.

Encouraged by the cruel pleasure, someone began to play with the children next to them. The two children began to spin like tops in mid-air, sixty feet above the ground. Their soft necks could barely hold their heads, but they could not control their heads tossing in all directions. move.

The childish whimpering sound once again came from the throat that had lost its voice from crying:

"Mommy mommy……"

Roberts, who woke up from a coma, endured severe pain and opened his eyes, looking at the raging sea of ​​fire and the densely packed strange crowd, his heart was trembling——

He remembered, he remembered!

Since a month ago, many people in strange clothes have been arriving at the camp. Their single-person tents can fit more than a dozen people, they can fly in the sky on broomsticks, they can appear and disappear suddenly...

Although these people were very weird, Roberts did not drive them away. When someone couldn't recognize the coins, he patiently pointed them out and did not take the opportunity to defraud them. When they couldn't find the location of the camp, he prepared hundreds of maps and distributed them. Matches, borrow a kettle, he would help if he could.

There were too many people, and he was a little worried. He was afraid that some cult organization was gathering, and he also planned to go to the police station to report, but they only pointed at them with sticks, and his mind was blurred...

"Dad, my head hurts..."

Mr. Roberts was hanging upside down in the air. He bent down with difficulty and looked up. He saw that the child's tender neck was red due to congestion from hanging upside down. His face even started to turn livid and purple. His hands and feet were shaking uncontrollably.

Why, why should his family suffer such hardship...

Mr. Roberts burst into tears, his lips trembled, and he squeezed out a desperate and weak cry: "Merciful Lord, save them..."