I'm the king of scrolls at Hogwarts

The way back was bustling, and everyone was discussing today's game happily. Everyone thought that this was the most exciting game in the history of the Quidditch World Cup. Although the Bulgarian team lost, it was an honor - of course, the honor was limited to It was Krum's, and most thought the rest of the Bulgarian team was dishonorable.

Klum must be careful not to develop any atavistic resentment, otherwise the fans will refine and crystallize it, and the criticism will be tormented.

After squeezing back to their residence, no one wanted to sleep. George proposed to buy some snacks from a nearby stall, which was unanimously agreed by everyone. Dumbledore eagerly expressed his desire to drink a cup of hot cocoa milk.

"It's really cold at night. I hope you can understand that an old man is in poor health." Dumbledore said while sniffing.

He was probably pretending, Louis didn't believe that he was afraid of the cold, but in fact he was just greedy.

He was not the only one who was greedy. Emma obviously couldn't sit still when she heard that there was hot cocoa milk to drink.

Yes, who doesn’t want to have a cup of hot cocoa milk?

While eating snacks, everyone did not forget to discuss today's game enthusiastically. It seemed that everyone was very satisfied and unanimously thought it was a visual feast.

Lewis always felt as if he had forgotten something important, but after thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't remember what he had forgotten, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

While they were eating, they were still discussing enthusiastically. Charlie was still arguing with his father, Mr. Weasley, about the foul. The two of them were blushing and neck-thick, neither of them willing to give in to the other. In the end, they settled for gold. It ended with Nee dozing off and spilling all the hot cocoa on the floor. Mr. Weasley then ordered everyone to go to bed and wait until tomorrow morning to go home.

It was still noisy outside. The quality of Louis' house was very good, and he couldn't hear the noise outside at all. Ron and Harry were lying on the bed, still thinking about the game just now, and obviously had no intention of sleeping.

Harry was extremely excited. His mind was filled with Krum's Wronsky fake move just now. He was now very eager to ride on his broomstick and try out what Wronsky's fake move was like in practice. He Seeing myself wearing a robe with his name on the back, representing England at the World Cup, imagining hearing a hundred thousand spectators chanting his name, and Ludo Bagman's voice echoing throughout the stadium: "The trophy is awarded to You! Potter!"

In the twins' room, the two of them didn't sleep either. The room was as bright as day, but it was sparkling with gold - piles of gold coins were stacked in the room, and the Weasley twins sat on both sides of the gold coins. Counting on the ground, the two of them were extremely excited and had no intention of sleeping. They had to count all the gold coins in front of them before they stopped.

It should be noted that the two of them already knew how many gold coins there were, but they still had to count them all to feel satisfied.

Louis was reading a book in his room, a book about arcane spells given to him by Chromie, written by Magna Aegwynn. Catherine sat next to him, and Ye Ziyan sat on the other side to read with him, which was quite a bit like adding fragrance to one's sleeves.

It's not a good thing to say that the house is too well insulated. No one noticed that the lively noise outside had turned into a panicked noise.

People outside were running around in the camp, seeming to be avoiding something moving towards them in the camp. The thing shone strangely and made a pinging sound like a gun. Loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts also moved towards them, and then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating the entire camp.

A group of wizards huddled tightly together, each pointing their wands upward, pushing forward together, moving slowly across the field. The men seemed faceless...well, they had hoods over their heads and masks covering their faces.

Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into various weird shapes, as if these masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the ones above them were marionettes. Controlled by invisible ropes rising into the air from the wand.

Someone yelled "Death Eaters!" and the whole camp exploded instantly. The wizards only hated their parents for losing two legs and ran wildly into the woods.

At this time, Louis and his party were sleeping soundly, except for Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

The two old men went downstairs to the restaurant, ready to eat some autumn breeze.

It happened that the team of Death Eaters also came to the edge of this building.

"Why is there a building here?" a female voice asked.

The masked Death Eater beside her smiled strangely: "It seems to be some wizard who is not short of money. We might as well go in and take a look, borrow some money from them, and contribute a little bit to the master's great cause." .”

"Okay, Dolphin, Selwyn, you two go take a look." A male voice behind ordered.

Two Death Eaters wearing black robes and skull masks walked to the door and looked at each other. They cast an unlocking spell and pushed the door open. They happened to see the two old men who were about to walk back upstairs.

Dumbledore still had a macaron in his mouth. Hearing the sound of the door opening behind him, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the two uninvited guests.

There was no way, Dumbledore's appearance was too iconic. In the wizarding world, everyone from Ireland to Cathay knew it. The moment he turned around, two Death Eaters recognized him. his identity.

"I'm sorry to bother you," the two said quickly, turned around and ran away at lightning speed.

Before Dumbledore could react, he felt that the costume in front of him looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it before.

But what is certain is that the person wearing this must not be a good thing.

"Are all the British dark wizards so rude?" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore and asked a question in his soul.

Dumbledore shrugged and said that this was the first time he had seen such an impolite dark wizard.

It's so rude to refuse to even say hello... I'll definitely deduct points from Slytherin when I get back to school!

The leader of the Death Eaters hadn't gone far when he saw Selwyn and his wife leaving and returning. He couldn't help but asked displeasedly, "What's going on with you two? Why are you back so soon?"

The two Death Eaters were breathing heavily and sweating on their foreheads. Selwyn stammered: "Deng, Deng, Deng...Deng..."

"Deng what? Can you tell me?" the Death Eater leader frowned and asked, "If you don't tell me, I will see it myself."

What he means by "see for yourself" is Legilimency.

"It's Dumbledore!" Dolphin replied quickly, "We saw Dumbledore in that house. Damn it, the information was wrong, Dumbledore is actually here!"

"What? Are you sure?" The Death Eater leader still didn't believe it.

"I'm a fucking Hogwarts graduate. Do you think I know Dumbledore?" After Dolphin finished speaking, he turned into a black smoke and disappeared.

The Death Eaters looked at each other. They were all afraid of death. They sent a signal to the sky to indicate retreat, and turned into black smoke and fled in all directions.

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree, Dumbledore is the best medicine to stop children from crying at night in the Death Eaters' house. Now that the Dark Lord has not been resurrected, only a fool would choose to confront Dumbledore head-on.

The two old men in the house looked at each other and felt that the two dark wizards were very strange, so they opened the door and took a look, and happened to hear a spell in the woods.

"Morsmordre! (The bones reappear)"

A strong green light emerged from the woods and suddenly flew into the sky. That thing was a huge skeleton, with a big python emerging from the skull's mouth like a tongue. The skull rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke, in the dark. Against the backdrop of the night sky, it looks like some kind of performance art.

"It's the Dark Mark. The wizard just now must be a Death Eater." Dumbledore pulled out his wand with a solemn expression and said to Grindelwald: "Go and wake everyone up, and I'll get rid of this thing."

Shocking screams erupted in the woods. The Dark Mark was so terrifying that everyone realized how ominous it was. Most of the adult wizards present had experienced the terrifying period when Voldemort was rampant in the British wizarding world, and no one did not know what this mark represented.

Dumbledore pointed his wand into the sky. A circle of blue halo was like an atomic bomb explosion, spreading rapidly with Dumbledore's wand as the center. At the same time, a huge phoenix with an elegant shape flew from the tip of his wand. Come out and rush towards the dark mark in the sky.

The Dark Mark was like snow caught in the dog-day sun. It melted away without a trace the moment it came into contact with the patron saint phoenix. I don't know who looked up and saw this iconic Patronus. He shouted excitedly like a person dying of thirst in the desert when he encountered a lake: "Dumbledore! It's Dumbledore!"

The people in the forest looked up one after another, and through the gaps in the woods, everyone saw the patron saint phoenix shining with blue and white light.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of warm cheers broke out in the forest, and everyone was no longer as chaotic as before. The appearance of Dumbledore instantly made them feel like they had a backbone.

Dumbledore is here! The blue sky is there! Dumbledore is here! There is help here!

The blue-white phoenix hovered in the sky and did not disperse for a long time. Under the delighted eyes of the wizards, it actually spoke.

"Now please leave here in an orderly manner. The staff of the Ministry of Magic will find out the truth of this commotion later."

No one knows where Dumbledore himself is now, but everyone is absolutely certain that Dumbledore's appearance represents the failure of this Death Eater operation. At this time, the Dark Lord has not yet been resurrected, and the Death Eaters He was determined not to have the guts to confront Dumbledore head-on.

The wizards took a reassurance and began to gather their friends and exit in an orderly manner.

At this time, Louis also walked down from the second floor. He finally remembered what he had just forgotten - noisy, such an interesting large-scale Death Eater team-building activity had been forgotten by him. He really shouldn't have.

It seems that this fun has been solved by Dumbledore now, and the commotion here should not cause any big problems.

After a while, everyone gathered downstairs, and soon after, officials from the Ministry of Magic surrounded the place.

Surrounding him might not be appropriate. In short, Fudge, the leader, looked a bit unhappy. It should be said that he was rather conflicted. On the one hand, he was not willing to let Dumbledore regain his reputation like this. This was undoubtedly a blow to his prestige. ——On the other hand, Dumbledore solved another extremely difficult problem for him. Now he doesn't know whether he should be grateful or upset.

Standing next to Fudge was Barty Crouch. His face was also very serious, his neat mustache was twitching, and he didn't look so happy.

"The mark... yes, I saw the mark." Mr. Weasley ran down the stairs while putting on his clothes. He muttered: "Where did the mark come from? Where did it come from? Who saw it?"

"Over there." Dumbledore pointed to the woods and said, "But if they weren't stupid, they would have run away by now."

The wizards in the Ministry of Magic have absolute trust in Dumbledore's words - just kidding, how could the number one white wizard in the world tell such a lie? They all raised their wands, turned around and pointed at the woods over there, squinting. His eyes peered into the dark trees.

After a while, the woods started to rustle, and then a wizard emerged from the trees - the figure could not be seen clearly, but from the outline, it could be seen that he seemed to be holding something.

"Stupefy! (Fainted)" More than twenty wizards shouted in unison, and a series of dazzling flashes of light appeared. The black figure saw these red lights, and quickly lowered his head to avoid these demons. curse.

"Oh my God! Are you crazy!" The voice shouted loudly: "Damn, I'm Amos Diggory, can you guys take it lightly? Merlin's beard... If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been killed. You committed murder!”

He strode over, and at this time, everyone saw clearly what he was holding - it was a house elf.

"I found a person in the woods, and it was holding a wand in its hand." Amos shouted, "No, it should be said to be a house elf."

He came over and placed the elf in front of Barty Crouch.

Mr. Crouch stood motionless, staring intently at Winky lying on the ground, as if about to breathe fire. The officials of the Ministry of Magic were all staring at Mr. Crouch. They did not see any movement from Mr. Crouch for a long time, as if time had frozen.

After a while, he came back to his senses and said word by word: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He quickly walked around Mr. Diggory and strode towards the direction Mr. Diggory had just run from.