Batman's Owl Godfather

The eight of them finally climbed to the top of the Stoat Mountain, which tortured the little wizards a lot.

"Percy made the right decision by not coming with us." Ron muttered.

"If you pass the Apparition test, you can get up later." George said next to him.

Their three older brothers, Bill, Charlie and Percy, didn't have to suffer as much as they did.

You can completely sleep until the game is about to start, and then directly apparate to the stadium.

"Then I may never be able to apparate for the rest of my life." Ron never had much hope for himself.

After climbing to the top of the mountain, they successfully reunited with Diggory and his son.

Bruce met Cedric again, who greeted him warmly.

It's funny because the last time they met, they were both trying to get each other to the ground and beat them up.

"It's a long way, Arthur?" asked Cedric's father, Amos Diggory, a red-faced wizard with a brown beard.

"Fortunately," said Mr. Weasley, "we live in Devon, on the other side of the village."

Mr. Diggory looked kindly at the children around him.

"Arthur, are these your children?"

"Oh no, the redhead is."

Mr. Weasley pointed out his children one by one and said, "This is Harry, this is Hermione, and her brother Bruce."

"Bruce?"

At this time, Mr. Digory's brows suddenly frowned, and his eyes remained on Bruce.

"Any questions, sir?" Bruce asked.

Mr. Digory woke up as if from a dream, and he stammered an explanation: "Oh, it's nothing, I was just wondering if we had met before."

"I don't think so." Bruce was quite sure that he and Mr. Diggory had never met.

"That might be just a coincidence." Mr. Digory said with a wry smile, "I have seen you in my dream."

Bruce's expression suddenly became strange. Meeting a man in his forties in a dream was not a romantic thing.

"Dad, you're here again!" At this time, Cedric covered his forehead and interrupted his father's words with helplessness.

Then he turned around and apologized to Bruce: "I'm sorry, my dad has always been a bit distracted recently. One moment he said he dreamed that I was dead, and the next moment he said he dreamed that someone else died."

After hearing this, Mr. Weasley immediately asked with concern: "Have you had it checked? Isn't it affected by dark magic?"

"I went to see it and there was nothing wrong with it."

Cedric signaled Mr. Weasley not to worry, "Some people have indeed said that my father's condition is a bit like a precognitive dream, but there has never been a fortune teller in our family since ancient times, and we have no talent in this area."

The so-called precognitive dream is a kind of prophetic dream, which is not uncommon in the wizarding world.

But a person without divination talent would not have such a dream.

Mr. Diggory is in his forties. If he had talent, he would have shown it long ago and would not have waited until now.

Mr. Weasley was relieved and jokingly said: "That may be because you have been too busy at work recently. Amos, you should take a day off to relax."

Mr. Diggory just smiled after hearing this and said nothing more.

After the pleasantries, it was time to hit the road.

Mr. Weasley reminded everyone to take their places.

"We have..." He pointed and counted the number of people.

Eleven people.

"Okay, it seems we are all here, let's go!"

There is an old boot on the grass not far from them, which is the key to the World Cup.

Everyone gathered together and reached out to hold the door key at the same time.

In an instant, the eleven people felt like the world was spinning. There seemed to be a hook behind everyone's belly buttons, and it suddenly hooked forward with irresistible momentum, and everyone flew off the ground with their feet.

Bruce had experienced portkeys more than once, and Dumbledore had taught him how to make them.

But it was the first time for eleven people to use one door key at the same time.

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Suddenly, as if a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, Bruce realized something was wrong.

Eleven people?

Where did the eleven people come from?

Bruce, Hermione, Harry, Mr. Weasley and his four children - the twins, Ron, Ginny, plus the Diggorys.

No matter what, there are only ten people!

Bruce wanted to see who the extra person was, but he was spinning in the air now, and the wind was pressing on his head, making it impossible for him to lift it up.

After finally waiting until the wind calmed down, his feet fell heavily to the ground.

Destination arrived.

People around him were swaying a little. Bruce helped someone who almost fell down, and then he saw clearly that it was Hermione.

Ginny, who was a little further away, fell straight to the ground.

And Harry and Ron were even more miserable.

Harry could have stood up, but Ron knocked him down when he fell. Ron seemed to be a little confused, and his limbs were tightly wrapped around Harry, making him unable to move.

Bruce counted, and there were only ten people around him including him.

"Okay, kids, get up!"

Mr. Weasley helped them up, and Bruce immediately came to him.

"Mr. Weasley," Bruce asked, "Did you really count eleven people just now?"

"Yes." Mr. Weasley nodded.

"But there are only ten of us." Bruce said, "How could there be one more person?"

Mr. Weasley was also surprised when he said that.

He thought about it, and then smiled suddenly: "Then I counted wrong! Anyway, we are all here, and there is no shortage of people!"

"This-"

Bruce didn't think he counted wrong, he just watched Mr. Weasley count one by one.

But the strange thing is that when counting the number of people, Bruce didn't even realize that there was one more person.

The place they came to was a large desolate, foggy swamp.

Not far away stood two exhausted and gloomy wizards, and Mr. Weasley handed them the door key.

"Thank you for your hard work, Basil." Mr. Weasley said to one of the wizards, "You have been on duty all night, right?"

"Our luck is not as good as yours." Wizard Basil said tiredly, "Your camp is in the first field, Diggory's is in the second field..."

After he finished his instructions with a yawn, he signaled them to go over quickly, and a large group of people would come later.

Everyone walked through the deserted swamp, and almost nothing could be seen in the thick fog.

Bruce walked in the crowd, always feeling that something was wrong.

But he couldn't tell what the problem was.

In fact, if Bruce looked back now, he would find a line of footprints twenty feet away from them, following them silently.

There was no entity, and the footprints seemed to appear out of thin air.

It was a very strange footprint, which looked like a donkey's hoof, four inches long and about two and three-quarters inches wide.

But unlike animals, it didn't walk one step to the left and one step to the right, but all the footsteps were in a line.

The footprints appeared silently and disappeared silently, just following everyone, silently.

...

Bruce and his party soon arrived at their camp and set up their tents.

Now the site was extremely lively. The 100,000 people mentioned by Mr. Weasley were not just talk. Bruce had never seen so many wizards gathered together.

Wizards from all over the world gathered together to show the magic styles from all over the world.

Not far from Bruce, two witches were talking.

One of the witches was tall and fat, like a huge balloon, but the other witch was thin and short, and people who didn't know her might think she was a fairy.

Judging from their clothes, they should be wizards from the United States, because there was a banner of "Salem Witch Academy" hanging on the tent next to them.

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Bruce overheard their conversation.

"Recently, those Muggles are really crazy, they are really scared."

"Who said it wasn't? Some people have started to shout for witch trials."

"Those murders were not committed by us, why do you blame us?"

"Maybe it's because we are used to witch hunting."

Witch hunting?

Bruce remembered at this time, no wonder he felt that the place name Salem was familiar.

The Salem Witch Trial was a very famous witch hunting incident!

In 1692, the daughter of a pastor in Salem, Massachusetts, suddenly got a strange disease. People thought it was a "witch" who did evil, so they started a witch hunt.

As the witch case continued to expand, the mutual accusations between neighbors in Salem and surrounding towns reached a white-hot stage. In the end, a total of 19 people were hanged and 1 person was crushed to death by a pile of stones.

Bruce immediately became interested.

"Excuse me! I just heard you talking about witch hunting?" He approached the two witches.

Suddenly someone interrupted, and the two witches were obviously startled, but then when they found that it was a handsome boy, the two witches quickly smiled again.

They pulled Bruce between them, and one fat and one thin almost squeezed Bruce to the point where he could not move.

"Little brother, do you have any questions?" The fat witch asked with a very kind expression.

"Which school are you from? You are so cute!" The thin witch reached out and touched Bruce's face.

Bruce was not a person who was fussy about details, and he continued to ask his questions.

"You said witch hunting? Oh, it's all those Muggles who scare themselves." The fat witch squeezed towards Bruce again.

Bruce was fine, but the thin witch was knocked all over by the impact.

"But I just heard you talk about a murder?"

"Oh, there was indeed one, but it wasn't done by us."

The thin witch barely sat up straight and adjusted the wizard hat on her head.

"Can you tell me more about it?" Bruce asked.

The thin witch thought about it and felt that there was nothing she couldn't say, so she started to tell the story.

"About two months ago, there were several strange deaths in Salem. Several Muggles were found hanged in their homes, and their bodies were covered with strange symbols painted with red paint."

"What symbols?" Bruce asked quickly.

"I don't know." The fat witch shook her head, "It has no practical meaning, but in the eyes of those Muggles, this is the symbol of a witch."

"Now those Muggles look at everyone as a witch." The thin witch added, "I think, in a short time, a new witch hunt will really begin."

For the witch hunt, both witches faced it with a joking attitude.

After all, it is impossible to harm real wizards with Muggle means. Instead, they can only harm innocent humans.

Most wizards keep their distance from the Muggle world, and naturally will not take the initiative to intervene and stop it.

As he listened, Bruce felt a little heavy. He finally asked, "Has the murderer been found now?"

But the fat witch shook her head and said, "No, at least Muggles can't find it, because the murderer is not human."

What?

Even Bruce didn't expect this turn.

"Not human?" he asked in surprise.

"That's right." The thin witch said, "In fact, when the murder began, the magic world sent people to investigate. Although the real murderer was not found, it can be basically determined that it was some kind of magical creature."

The fat witch also added, "It's a bit strange. We compared the characteristics of many magical creatures, but they didn't match. It seems to be a new monster."

Okay.

Bruce can probably guess the origin of this monster at this time. It may be caused by the intersection of celestial bodies.

Since the evil world and Harry's world are too similar in nature, and the core planet is the earth, their intersection is more of a form of fusion.

Bruce discovered this as soon as he came back, because when he looked up, he did not see an extra sun or moon in the sky.

After learning about the witch hunting time, Bruce said goodbye and left.

When he had walked a distance away, he could still hear the laughter of two witches behind him.

They didn't take this incident seriously at all.

But is there really no need to worry?

Bruce heard Katum's general introduction to the special features of the evil world.

Because of the frequent appearance of various strange stories and supernatural events in that world, Muggles had to start trying all kinds of ways to protect themselves.

They gave birth to many similar professions, such as ghost hunters, vampire hunters, werewolf hunters and the like.

What if, Bruce said what if.

Among these hunters, there are professions targeting wizards?

For example, witch hunters.

By then, will there be peace between wizards and Muggles?

...

The next night, the Quidditch World Cup final was held as scheduled.

Mr. Weasley led the way, and everyone walked quickly into the woods along the lantern-lit passage, heading for the stadium, holding the things they had bought.

They could hear thousands of people walking around, shouting, laughing, and intermittent singing.

After walking out of the woods, a huge stadium appeared in front of them.

At this moment, there were really 100,000 wizards here.

Their seats were first-class tickets, with their own boxes. When Bruce took his seat and looked down, he could see an extremely spectacular scene.

Everything on the stadium was shrouded in a mysterious golden light, which seemed to come from the stadium itself.

The 100,000 spectators were clamoring with fanatical emotions, as if they were going to overturn the entire stadium.

For some reason, a strange idea came to Bruce's mind.

What he witnessed at this moment was the last carnival of the wizards.