Chapter 402 A Night of Fish and Dragon Dance

It was past three o'clock, when it was darkest, and in the dark forest, only a few wands gave off a faint light.

But if you get close to the forest, you can hear the continuous breathing and occasional noises - however, if these sounds spread out a little, they will be completely absorbed by the grass surrounding the forest, making it

Outsiders have no idea what is happening in the woods.

"Professor Adams, your herbal medicine is really useful."

Professor Taylor looked around while holding up the few wands that were allowed to shine, and praised in a low voice.

"The price is very high, Professor Taylor..."

Adams also observed the movements around him, with an obvious look of distress on his face - the seeds of those herbs were first stimulated by the potion, and then by magic. Whether they could survive until dawn was a question.

The seeds are easier to say, and the price of those magic potions that induce birth is quite worthy of its effects.

"How can we ensure the safety of so many people without paying a price?"

Professor Taylor shook his head, "We have so many children with us, and the journey is too long. It's impossible to get there. It won't be easy if we encounter those masked guys along the way."

In fact, his fighting skills are not bad, but he can't bear to bring his wife and children with him. When fighting, he doesn't know how good he can be. How can he take such a risk with his family?

Although their professors were not good at fighting, they still had some special skills. With a little effort, one of them could easily hide everyone in the woods, waiting for the arrival of dawn.

"What is that?"

Adams, who was sharp-eyed, suddenly saw the incomplete Dark Mark floating in the distance, and quickly asked the professors who came around to look there.

"The Dark Mark..."

The older professor took a breath of air, but still stood firm.

"Extinguish all wands and keep them absolutely dark!"

He tried not to shout too loudly at the people hiding - but it was difficult. There were hundreds of thousands of wizards watching the game, and it wasn't just the British wizards who helped hide them.

After some confusion, the order was finally translated into various languages, and the forest became completely quiet.

"It's okay," Professor Taylor said in a voice that everyone could barely hear. "As soon as they mark it, the Ministry of Magic will quickly find a way to deal with it - besides, the other party doesn't have the ability to remove our school badge now.

, one can imagine how powerless those masked people are."

These words are very convincing, especially when the school badge of Bulling Bulling is still shining brightly in mid-air.

Even those with dark minds won't think there's anything wrong with that light being on - with such a conspicuous target erected, it will definitely be the first target of attack by the masked ones. In this way, they will be safe.

Much more.

"Professor William really dares to do anything... The school badge lights up among the masked men. This sounds really romantic..."

"Yeah, it's not like us, we still have cats in this forest."

Adams laughed at himself happily - when students had conflicts that were not in line with school rules when he was studying, he could always find a safe position.

Seeing that the professors in charge of safety felt at ease, the crowd's panic suddenly became much less tense.

Among the crowd, people from different magic schools began to quietly hug each other, relying on each other to make themselves feel safe, while they began to quietly discuss everything that happened tonight.

They were watching the game peacefully, eating and singing during the celebration, when they were suddenly surrounded by a group of masked people who appeared - trees were set on fire, bonfires were dispersed, and tents were destroyed.

The joy of victory suddenly left them before they could celebrate properly - at this moment, it was really unjustifiable not to scold the masked people and the organizer, the British Ministry of Magic.

It's cold and people are scolding me, let alone finding someone to take the blame this time.

After scolding them, they even scolded their own school.

"Hogwarts can put its school emblem over there, waiting for the enemy to attack, but what about us, where are our school officials and our professors?"

"That's right, that's right!"

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'You have to hold still, you can't run away...that's not the Dark Lord...'

Karkaroff tried hard to maintain his composure, not to show timidity in front of the professors and students, and not to abandon them immediately and run for his life alone.

"Why don't we print out the school badge, principal?"

"That will cause international disputes. The British are the organizers. They can at least respond to other countries' questions. If we also put up our own logo, it will cause too much trouble."

He responded earnestly and thoughtfully to the professor who came over to offer advice, saying that he was very satisfied with the other party's cooperation.

If no one brings it up, this will cause a series of suspicions, and now, he can explain this problem very well - it's not that I don't want to stand up and face those old friends who may be Death Eaters, but I'm worried

Violating confidentiality laws caused international disputes.

"Search our students diligently, match them up with the list, and then send out teams to search for those children."

He seemed to be laying out orders in an orderly manner, making everyone feel that while the school was trying to avoid disputes, it was still sparing no effort to help students who might be in trouble.

"The Dark Mark is gone!"

Just as Karkaroff was thinking about how to make himself busier, a sharp-eyed student shouted loudly.

He didn't even have time to blame the other party for his rashness. He stood up and looked up at the dark mark that frightened him - because he used too much force, he didn't even notice that he broke a wooden bar of the chair with his foot.

But it's worth it. In the distant sky, the skull with the snake in its mouth has become incomplete at this moment, as if someone is erasing it from the horizon with an invisible hand.

"call…"

He breathed a sigh of relief, but soon turned into the shrewd Principal Durmstrang again.

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"Oh hoohoo!"

The masked men made strange noises of unknown meaning, like baboons in heat.

The feeling that they had been away from for more than ten years and could be destroyed at will and abused at will was mixed with the alcohol that came up, making them even crazier.

The Dark Lord disappeared, defeated by a baby.

That was such an ordinary night, that was such normal behavior.

Just killing two wizards and a child who was defenseless and didn't even have a wand - how could the Dark Lord fail?

What was originally a good situation suddenly changed and everything turned bad.

Barty Crouch led the Aurors and Death Eaters on a killing spree. The Aurors even had the legal right to use the Unforgivable Curse. The Death Eaters who liked the Dark Lord the most would have been sent to Azka.

Ban, otherwise he would be directly killed during the Auror's pursuit.

In a blink of an eye, they changed from show-offs to street rats, chased by Aurors and beaters with nowhere to escape.

The honor of pure blood was completely trampled under the feet of those strikers. Death Eaters were arrested and tried one after another. There were even shameful traitors among them, like Karkaroff who relied on betraying others to escape.

who.

The top-level Death Eaters were almost wiped out in one fell swoop, and they used all kinds of tricks to pretend to be crazy and act stupid to escape.

Those who didn't do well at first were either killed by Aurors during the capture or sent to Azkaban. The remaining people lived in fear, watching those people destroy their past glory.

Nailed on the pillar of shame, and then doing this or that boring job without daring to say anything.

But today is different - today is a good day to win!

Malfoy, the most cunning guy with always a high status, also announced his victory when Ireland won - he, a former Death Eater, stood openly and openly beside the Minister of Magic!

How could this not excite them?

Especially when they have already prepared this surprise for the magical world?

"Burn it! Let the fire grow stronger! Let people panic! If they don't run around and make trouble for the Ministry of Magic, how can we safely have such a night in a camp with more than 100,000 people?

"

The leading masked man shouted with a voice of extreme joy - they have already experienced enough tragedy on weekdays, now is a good time to vent!

Countless magic wands were raised, spreading random spells everywhere.

Even the organizers themselves don’t know who these people are—lurking Death Eaters? Prisoners released after trial? Speculators with ulterior motives? Drunk protesters?

Who knows, who cares?

Just destroy it, destroy everything you don’t like and don’t like!

The more people there are, the easier it is to run - and it can even make those unlucky ones who are later caught bear all the blame!

Get excited, get excited, get excited!

"us!!!!!"

The leader's voice was surging, but suddenly it fell silent like a duck being strangled by the neck.

In the distant sky, facing away from the school badge issued by that annoying Hogwarts professor - is... is...

The alcohol suddenly lost its effect, and his hot body seemed to have encountered ice cubes. He even felt that his mind was frozen...

The Dark Mark…

Without thinking, he quickly turned around and apparated away with a scream, as if he had seen the dementor of the patron saint.

The moment the first masked person disappeared, the entire parade exploded as if a drop of cold water had dropped into a hot pot.
To be continued...