A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

"...In my opinion, this game is just Durmstrang, no, it is a victory parade for Cold Klum. What we have to do is give him the applause and cheers he deserves within ten minutes. …”

"Ahem." The first commentator immediately interrupted him and began to introduce the situation on the field: "The Chaser of Hogwarts took away the Quaffle. This player's name..."

As he looked through the list, he said, "Oh, it's Draco Malfoy, from the Holy Pureblood Family."

The second commentator successfully united the British wizards, and they cheered loudly: "Draco, well done!"

Lucius, who walked out of the box, nervously clutched the silver snake head on his crutch.

"Faster, faster! You can do it, my son!" He gritted his teeth nervously and whispered to himself, even more excited than Draco on the field.

Suddenly, a wand was pressed against his lower back.

"Lucius, long time no see."

A slightly crazy voice rang in his ears, and he immediately realized that behind him was Bella, a wanted criminal wanted by the Ministry of Magic.

Bella transformed into a wizard and stood side by side with Lucius. She looked at Draco, who was attacking Durmstrang's goal, with a pure aunty smile on her lips: "The little guy did really well."

"Bella, the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic have been monitoring me..."

"I know." She leaned on the railing, looking at the cheering teachers and students of Hogwarts, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

"10:0, Hogwarts scored the first goal."

"yeah!"

The teachers and students of Hogwarts and the British wizards cheered excitedly, and Sirius even wanted to rush down and kiss Draco hard. The rest of his and Harry's lives depended on this game. I won the young model in the club, but I lost the job in Diagon Alley.

"It's just one goal. The key to this game is Cold Krum. As long as he catches the Golden Snitch, the game will be over immediately." The second commentator was slapped in the face by reality and shouted unwillingly: "That The Seeker named Cedric is simply incomparable to Krum. Once Durmstrang becomes serious, Hogwarts will be unable to fight back."

"Hahaha, look, what I said is right!" He laughed mockingly.

On the field, after Draco scored a goal, Durmstrang's players came back angrily with revenge as if they had eaten secret hamburgers.

They held the Quaffle, used clean tactics and precise coordination to quickly break Hogwarts' goal.

10:10.

…

10:40.

"What are you doing?" Wood, who had just graduated, shouted loudly in the audience, "Don't watch the game, watch the people!"

Ding, 10:50.

"Hahaha, let me just say that Durmstrang is unbeatable when he is serious. Look, Hogwarts has changed people. Keeper and... Seeker?" The commentator who has been mocking Hogwarts , eyes full of confusion.

It's understandable to replace the keeper, but why replace the seeker? Although Cedric is not as good as Krum, he can still chase after him and interfere with the opponent's capture of the Golden Snitch. Could it be that Hogwarts is ready to give up?

"Who is that little player?" The second commentator flipped through the information and said uncertainly: "Harry...Potter?"

"That's right, Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world!" the first commentator introduced excitedly, "He is the youngest seeker in the history of Quidditch. In the first grade, he had already appeared on the stage and led the team to victory."

"According to accurate statistics, the probability of Harry Potter ending the game by catching the Golden Snitch is as high as..." The commentator's voice was drawn out, like a wand hanging in mid-air, full of anticipation and suspense.

Then, he suddenly raised his voice and solemnly announced: "70%! This number simply puts the average level of professional seekers far behind."

"We have every reason to believe that Krum and Harry are not only the most dazzling stars on the field, but even the two most outstanding seekers in history..."

"Wait, don't forget that we are in the second-tier league." The second commentator interrupted eagerly, with a hint of imperceptible annoyance in his voice. I don’t know if he borrowed the goblin’s money and bet on Durmstrang to win.

He tried to dampen the enthusiasm of his colleagues: "As long as either team gets a 150-point lead, the game will end immediately. The role of the seeker here is not as crucial as in the official cup game."

"The current score between the two sides is 10:60, and there is not much time left for Harry Potter." There was a sense of urgency in his words, but it was more of gloating.

In the lively discussion among the commentators, the atmosphere of the game became more and more tense. Every pass and every sprint touched the hearts of the audience. The players of Hogwarts and Durmstrang seemed to be inspired by invisible magic. They went all out and poured every ounce of their strength into this game, just to compete for the ultimate glory.

At the same time, in the private and luxurious box, Bella's smile was like a newly blooming piranha, with a hint of danger. She stared at Lucius with an ominous glint in her eyes.

"The master is back." Her voice was as soft as a dandelion, but to Malfoy's ears, it sounded like lightning flashing across the night sky, instantly triggering fear in his heart.

His body was shaking involuntarily, and he could only rely on the crutches in his hands to barely support himself and sit back on the soft sofa.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, Draco was waving his fists, his face flushed with excitement. He just broke through the opponent's defense again and further narrowed the point difference. Today, he is like a leopard chasing his prey. Every goal brings him closer to glory and victory.

He glanced at the auditorium not far away, a trace of disappointment flashing across his face. But his opponent's counterattack quickly brought him back to reality, leaving him no time to worry about his father's whereabouts.

"What instructions does the master have?" Lucius covered his arm, feeling the black devil's mark burning hotly.

"He is very dissatisfied with your performance. Especially when I heard that you failed to protect his Horcrux during that trial..." Bella's voice was cold, with a hint of ridicule.

"That's not my fault!" Lucius defended loudly, his hair soaked with sweat and messy on his forehead. "If I hadn't done that, I would have been sent to Azkaban..."

"Azkaban?" Bella sneered, her tone full of disdain. She continued: "That's not an inescapable place. Look at me, didn't I get out successfully?"

Lucius looked at her with fearful eyes. Not everyone was as crazy as her. He even wondered whether the offspring of the Black family were abnormal due to incest marriage.

"After all, you are still not loyal enough to your master..."

"Hmph, let's be honest, are you here to kill me, or are you here to take me to see him?" Lucius secretly clenched the wand while trying to distract Bella's attention with words.

He knew that as long as he issued a spell and caused a commotion, the Auror responsible for monitoring him would come immediately.

"I actually suggested to the master that he should kill you himself." Bella's voice was full of regret, "But unfortunately, he thinks he should see you in person before making a decision."

"You should feel lucky." She stepped lightly on the table with one foot and stared sharply at Lucius's hands hidden in his sleeves. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, what a pity."

Their eyes met in the air, neither of them willing to back down. Lucius stared at the flickering light at the tip of Bella's wand and sighed feebly.

He realized that he had never had the upper hand. Once the relationship breaks down, Bella will kill him before he can draw his wand.

He leaned on the sofa tiredly and asked tentatively: "Are you here specifically for me?"

"Master needs a place to live, and I think Malfoy Manor is a good choice." Bella's words revealed her intentions.

"Bella!" Lucius shouted angrily with red eyes, "Have you never thought about your sister Narcissa?"

"It is for your consideration that I chose Malfoy Manor. You should feel honored!" Bella said domineeringly, "You must understand that I came to you not to discuss, but to inform."

Just as she was about to continue her comment, an awe-inspiring silhouette appeared outside the French window.

"Headmaster!" Rogge shouted in surprise as soon as he saw Dumbledore, "Didn't you say you wouldn't come?"

Dumbledore stared at him, and then explained gently: "The portkeys were released early, so I rushed back. How did the game go?"

The two of them stood side by side by the railing outside the box, exactly where Malfoy and Bella had been standing just now. Bella pressed her wand against Lucius's throat, warning him not to act rashly.

"The strength gap is a bit big." Rogge sighed, "Most of the attacks we organized were blocked. Even if Mrs. Huo Qi changed the goalkeeper, the point difference is still widening."

"It's easier to attack than to defend." Dumbledore sighed from the bottom of his heart.

"40:130."

As the bell rang for Durmstrang to score again, the commentator shouted excitedly: "The score difference is about to break through double digits. The one who is called the Miracle Boy, the Savior...and other messy Harry Potters." , can he reverse the game? There is not much time left for him, hahaha."

Dumbledore's attention wasn't entirely on the game. He scanned the auditorium as if searching for a specific target. Before Rogge could finish speaking, he hurried down.

"Hey, there's something wrong with the principal's expression." Rogge muttered to himself, then turned and knocked on Malfoy's box, "Lucius, are you in there?"

"I will keep an eye on you." Bella nervously cast a phantom spell, worried that Dumbledore would come back soon. However, her eyes were very fierce, staring at the familiar little wizard outside the door.

"Roger, please come in." Lucius responded trying his best to remain calm.

"Why don't you go out and take a look, Draco is showing off his power outside." He noticed that Lucius was in a somewhat abnormal state, but didn't think much about it, thinking he was just sick.

"Go now." Lucius' tone was mixed with panic, and at the same time, he signaled Rogge to leave quickly with his eyes.

Rogge frowned slightly and thought to himself: "Are the Death Eaters going to launch a terrorist attack today?" He couldn't help but be more vigilant.

Suddenly, a green light shot out from the right side.

"The Imperius Curse..." Bella shouted loudly.

Rogge quickly leaned back to dodge, and then cast a spell without a wand: "Expelliarmus!"

boom!

Bella obviously didn't expect Roger's reaction to be so quick, and her wand was knocked away. She glared at the two men fiercely, then turned and ran away from the door.

At this moment, Dumbledore appeared directly at the door.

"Headmaster (Dumbledore)!?" The three of them exclaimed in unison, why is he back?

Dumbledore was not angry, and his sharp eyes were like two swords piercing Bella. He didn't wave his wand or speak, he just silently walked into the box step by step. Bella subconsciously stepped back, her expression revealing panic that could not be concealed.

"Bellatrix Lestrange." Dumbledore's voice was gentle yet majestic. It echoed in the silent box, sounding more like a question from the presiding judge. The cheers outside were in sharp contrast to the desertedness here.

Lucius stood stiffly, gripping the cane tightly to relieve the pressure, but his legs in his pants were still shaking uncontrollably.

Bella turned sideways, staring at Dumbledore sideways, and walked step by step towards the wand in the corner.

"How did you find me?" Her voice was full of doubts.

"Come quickly." Rogge quickly controlled her wand without giving her a chance to escape.

Dumbledore took it without explaining the reason to Bella. He closed the door and asked, "Where is Tom?"

"I won't tell you." She looked around and gave Lucius a threatening smile, as if to say: Traitor, the master will come for you.

Lucius was startled, but remained silent without any excuse. Just now, there were only himself and Bella in the box, and no one could prove his innocence. Except... Veritaserum.

What made him even more desperate was the sudden appearance of Dumbledore, leaving him speechless. Besides myself, could anyone else tip off Dumbledore?

Bella, who was like a turtle in an urn, did not laugh hysterically, nor did she try to escape. She stood quietly in front of Dumbledore, letting the arriving Aurors trap her.

Amelia came over after hearing the news, held Bella's chin, and examined the fugitive carefully like an animal.

"Your good days are about to end. The master is back! He is back!" Bella said with a hint of madness in her voice, swearing that Voldemort would return.

Snapped!

Amelia slapped her hard and scolded: "I want to see how he appears in front of me. Stop her mouth and take her away!"

Delis immediately ordered the Aurors to take action. They put a black hood on Bella and prepared to escort her back to Azkaban. The others' eyes were fixed on Lucius, with deep hostility hidden in their eyes.

These Aurors who followed Amelia were all young, and most of their parents died at the hands of Death Eaters. Even if Lucius cleared his name in the Wizengamot, the law could not erase the blood feud between them.

Lucius tried his best to stay calm, sat back on the sofa, and explained in an irritated tone: "I came to watch Draco's game, and I have nothing to do with Bella."

"Then why did she come to you?" Amelia pressed.

"I'm not your prisoner!" Lucius slammed the table and shouted angrily: "If you want to interrogate me, get the evidence first!"

"Hmph, I will keep an eye on you." Amelia responded coldly.

"As you wish!" Lucius pounded his crutches and forcefully pushed the Auror at the door.

Inside and outside the box, a strange silence fell suddenly. Then, the teachers and students of Hogwarts burst into cheers.

As if the silent snow-capped mountains erupted with hot lava, all prejudice and ridicule towards Hogwarts was instantly wiped out.

"Harry caught the Golden Snitch! 200:180, Hogwarts is the champion!" the narrator announced excitedly.

His colleagues were ashen-faced, silent and motionless.

"Principal, we are the champions." Roger smiled.

Dumbledore nodded heavily, relief showing in his serious eyes. He turned around and walked out of the box, looking towards the silent arena. Harry held the Golden Snitch tightly and hugged his teammates excitedly.

When almost everyone was not optimistic about it, Hogwarts defeated Durmstrang, who had Krum. They became worthy champions.

"From today on, your names will be engraved on the trophy forever." The commentator stood up and shouted, "The hero of Hogwarts, Harry Potter, the Seeker of the Phoenix team, he is worthy of the title of savior. In At an absolute disadvantage, he caught the Golden Snitch and saved the game at the last moment."

"Maybe from the beginning, there was not much time left for Harry. But as long as the field is handed over to him, he can turn the faint hope into a brilliant victory."

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's lips, and his eyes were filled with pride and relief. Under the gaze of wizards all over the world, Harry showed his excellence and courage.

Dumbledore raised his wand and released a giant phoenix firework. The gorgeous firelight rushed into the sky and turned into countless bright sparks. Then, these sparks gradually pieced together into a huge name - Harry Potter.

At this moment, the entire arena was enveloped in this dazzling light, and the wizards looked up and marveled at this magnificent sight. For Dumbledore, this was more than just a fireworks show, it was his praise and recognition of Harry Potter.

He knew that Harry had put in a lot of effort for this game. Even when he was imprisoned in Dursley's home, he used flight simulations to devise his own tactics. Now, he has not only won honor for himself, but also allowed Dumbledore to see the power of destiny.

He was filled with emotion. It was not the Seeker who caught the Snitch, but the Golden Snitch, who was flying in disorder, chose the Seeker. Harry proved the power of fate and gave Dumbledore hope of defeating the darkness.

Under the dazzling fireworks, Harry hugged his teammates tightly and celebrated this hard-won victory together. Dumbledore looked at all this with a smile, his heart filled with joy and pride. He knew that the name Harry Potter would once again be engraved in the history of the wizarding world.

"This is a game without regrets. Harry Potter accurately detected the location of the Golden Snitch with his keen perception. Yes, I firmly believe that in the next World Cup, we will Seeing Harry Potter again!”

"Not in the minor leagues, but in the World Cup. Let's wave our wands and cheer for Mr. Harry Potter and everyone on the Hogwarts team!"

"Harry! Harry!"

"Harry! Harry!"

…

The audience began to repeat his name in unison, and the sound surged like a tide, full of reverence and anticipation. They seemed to be welcoming the ancient Greek god in charge of the Golden Snitch.