The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

"Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?" Tom walked into the tent holding a tray in one hand and a pot of freshly boiled water in the other. The tent was very lively, and everyone was discussing the recent game intensely. Charlie and Mr. Weasley had a heated argument, and the others split into two groups, each supporting one of them.

"I'll leave it at that. The Irish team was defeated. This victory was stolen!" Charlie banged the table with his hand.

"Ha! Stealing? Why do you think the Bulgarian team will definitely score that goal?" Mr. Weasley rarely blushed and shouted loudly: "And you said, why was the referee distracted?!"

Charlie suddenly lost his temper.

Fred took the opportunity to jump out and finish the job: "It was the Bulgarian team's mascot who lit Mr. Mustafa's broom on fire, making him unable to concentrate - this is called cocooning!"

The focus of the dispute between the two parties was the Bludger just played by the Irish team. Charlie's side felt that if the free throw was executed, the point difference between the Bulgarian team and the Irish team would be reduced to 150 points. More importantly, the Irish team The overwhelming offensive will stall. One advance and one retreat, and maybe the Bulgarian team will win - so the Irish team won't win.

Mr. Weasley thought this was too nonsense. Let’s not talk about whether the free throw could be scored. Even if it was scored, it would only reduce the point difference to 150 points. It was only a matter of time before the Bulgarian team was able to widen the gap again.

Both parties have their own opinions and it is difficult to convince the other party.

Such was the state of things in the tent when Tom entered.

"Ah, Tom!" Mr. Weasley saw Tom and the hot water bottle in his hand, "Great, I need a cup of tea to moisten my throat."

The flames of war died out immediately, and everyone came to Tom's side to seek a break - drink something to moisten their throats and replenish their strength before "fighting" again.

"No coffee! You're going to bed soon!" Mr. Weasley stopped Fred who wanted to order a cup of espresso rather sternly and replaced his drink with hot chocolate.

After a while, everyone had their favorite drink in hand.

"I'm going to grill some more sausages." Tom was not interested in the debate after the game. He just wanted to have a grilled sausage before going to bed.

After he put the sausages on the Finnish wood stove, Hermione followed him out. The two sat cross-legged together, looking at the Finnish wood stove with red light in front of them, smelling the little aroma of the fat of the grilled sausages.

The camp on their side has gradually fallen into silence - most of the fans here are neutral and will not celebrate as crazy as the Irish. As for the places where the Irish are entrenched, bursts of singing and strange collisions can still be heard.

Tonight is a sleepless night for the Ministry of Magic staff. When Tom just walked out of the tent, he saw Delis running in a certain direction. He was very busy tonight.

"Are you hungry?" Tom asked the girl sitting next to him.

"A bit, but... I'd better not eat it. Eating at night will make you gain weight." Hermione looked at the grilled sausages in the wood stove and said duplicity.

"Meat is good, I like voluptuous girls." Tom didn't care. No matter what Hermione became, she would always be the white moonlight in his heart - well, in the future, he would definitely find Nick Flamel and learn magic. The way the stone was made made Hermione always look as beautiful as she does now.

Since Tom had given him a step, Hermione walked down the slope and nodded, indicating that she could have a small sausage.

Of course, there is only one!

"Mr. Granger and the others are going to rest?" Tom moved his hips so that he and Hermione were closer.

"Yes, they don't know much about Quidditch, but they had a lot of fun today." Hermione said softly.

"That's it..." Tom hugged Hermione. Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly twisted in his arms, changed her movements, and lay directly on the ground, putting her legs on Tom's thigh.

"I'm very satisfied with your performance in the face of... today, so this is your reward." Hermione mustered up the courage and said to Tom in a calm tone.

Tom looked at the "reward" placed on his lap, dumbfounded.

"Is this a reward?"

"Yes, I, I allow you... to give me a massage." Hermione lowered her voice for fear of being heard.

Tom scratched his head. Damn it, did he show it so obviously? !

Well, now that Hermione has said so, I don't have to pretend to be a gentleman.

Tom gently took off Hermione's square-toed student shoes, revealing her cute feet wrapped in black stockings. He put Hermione's shoes aside and gently kneaded Hermione's soles with his hands.

Tom's technique was very skillful, one heavy and two light, and the kneading made Hermione's whole body soft. Hermione had been walking a lot throughout the day, and her feet were sore. Tom's massage was just right. It helped her relax and relieved her fatigue.

Hermione felt that the arch of her foot was being wrapped by warm palms, and the numbness that hit her made her almost fall asleep.

After pressing it for a while, Hermione suddenly heard a rustling sound. She felt something lift up her trouser leg, and then a cool feeling came from her feet. She opened her eyes and saw that Tom had just taken his socks off his legs.

"Let it dry." Tom balled up his socks and stuffed them into the pocket of Hermione's jeans. "It's not good for your health to cover them all the time."

The shy girl closed her eyes and pretended that she was still sleeping, but the red color behind her ears gave her away.

Tom didn't expose her, he just held those white jade-like feet in his hands in a daze.

I'm afraid it won't be very peaceful tonight. The remnants of the Death Eaters are probably almost unable to bear it under the stimulation of alcohol, right? But this time there's no Barty Crouch Jr. to scare them off. It's funny to say that the group of people who claimed to be Death Eaters ran faster than the people from the Ministry of Magic after seeing the Dark Mark.

He and Dumbledore's plan didn't know how far it had advanced. Since Tom is only responsible for coming up with ideas in this plan, and Dumbledore is entirely responsible for the execution, there is a small drawback: if Dumbledore wants to conceal the progress, Tom has nothing to do with him!

Tom had written several times before, wanting to know how the plan was going, but Dumbledore ignored him. The reply is always a bunch of nonsense and "everything is going smoothly", which is really annoying! It can only be said that Dumbledore has a strong sense of confidentiality and understands what "single line contact" is.

Maybe this is Dumbledore's caution!

Snapped!

The casings of the sausages were burst by the boiling fat, making a crisp sound, which brought Tom back to the real world. When Tom saw that the sausages were cooked, he hurriedly took them off the stove.

"Come on, Hermione, try some of the sausages you've just grilled!"

"Okay - wait, Tom Yoder, go wash your hands first!!!"

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"In our school days, we were called the 'Knights of Walpurgis.'" The tent was filled with the smell of alcohol, and a group of wizards gathered around the fire. They all changed into pure black wizard robes and put them on. hood.

The Walpurgis Knight he spoke of was the predecessor of the Death Eaters.

"We all come from ancient and great families, and are gathered together because of lofty ideals." The wizard at the head was tying up his silky blond hair and stuffing it into his hood. "This has changed from time to time. Yi has never changed. Even if we are forced to endure due to the general trend - our hearts have never changed!"

People around him nodded, indicating that their ambitions had never changed.

"In my eyes, there is no black magic. Those magics are just arts distorted by crude laws!" The hooded man headed by the leader continued to guide everyone's emotions.

"It's a pity that after the master left, these arts were shelved and trampled by the mud. They are afraid, they are afraid that we will regain power..."

Speaking of the master, a tall man by the fire roared in a low voice: "There is no sun in the sky, and there is only one sun in my heart, the master!"

After these words were spoken, the scene became cold for a moment, and then everyone echoed with louder voices: "That's right! The master is the only sun in our hearts!"

As for why this sun has been wandering in the dense forests of Albania for more than ten years without anyone paying attention to it, that is another matter.

Although the strong man did not open the pot before, he finally got started, and everyone expressed their inner dissatisfaction.

This person complained that the Ministry of Magic was now infested with insects, and even half-blood Mudbloods could hold high positions openly. This person was dissatisfied with the declining income of his family, and his dissatisfaction increased as the wine in his glass dropped.

The leader of the hooded man listened for a while and felt that the heat was almost over. He interrupted everyone's discussion: "We, the Walpurgis Knights, are very simple and are born for the greatest interests of wizards. However, We have been misunderstood and framed... We have been silent for too long, and now... it is time to let those mudbloods see how powerful we are!"

"yes!"

"well said!"

Everyone agreed.

This hooded man who keeps pace is none other than Lucius Malfoy. But despite his appearance as a loyal dog to Voldemort, in fact this guy talks about doctrines and only cares about business. No matter how extravagant he said, it couldn't change the fact that just sitting here meant betrayal to Voldemort. Voldemort's true followers, his most loyal Death Eaters, either died in the battle with the Order of the Phoenix, or were imprisoned in Azkaban. Those who have been able to escape so far have more or less betrayed their behavior.

Lucius took advantage of the World Cup finals to hold a meeting today, firstly to vent his dissatisfaction, and secondly to leave a way out for himself, so that if the mysterious man really came back in the future, he would have an explanation and proof. My ambition has never changed.

The other people present had similar thoughts to Lucius. And when they dare to do this, they also have the mentality of not being responsible for the law. After all, there are more than a dozen people gathered in this tent alone. When they take action, more people will join them - you know, when the Death Eaters were at their peak, they were also powerful overseas! There are people who hate Muggles everywhere, and as long as you hate Muggles and pursue pure-blood theory, you are likely to be developed into a Death Eater.

For example, Karkaroff is the representative of foreigners who joined the Death Eaters. But since he cleared his name by betraying his companions, he has been removed from Voldemort's remaining party.

"That's right. I see that the camp manager has been unhappy for a long time. How about we..." Now that we have decided to take action, we should decide on the content of the action. The camp manager, Mr. Roberts, and his family, as pure Muggles, were perfect targets to vent their anger on.

If a group of Death Eaters want to cause trouble, they will definitely cause trouble with Muggles. However, the Roberts family were not the only Muggles in the camp. The Grangers were also Muggles. But no one mentioned causing trouble for the Grangers, because they knew that there was an essential difference between these two people and the Roberts family - they had a backer!

When they think of their daughter and the Patronus summoned by Tom Yoder, these hooded people have no idea of ​​going against the Grangers. They have to pick the weak ones! If you really pissed off that Yoder, he could get away with it.

What? You have no evidence of involvement in the attack? Do you still need evidence if I beat you? At that time, it will still be my family that will be unlucky.

Not worth it.

Finally, the target of the attack was decided.

"Come on!" Lucius laughed hysterically, then waved his hand to light his tent on fire.

The rising flames ignited the tent and ignited the ambitions of everyone present. Everyone threw the wine bottles and glasses in their hands to the ground and took out their wands.

Fire shot up into the sky, illuminating the darkened camp, followed by screams one after another, and the jeers and shouts of the Death Eaters.

"Avada Kedavra!" An unknown person fired a Kedavra curse into the sky, causing a burst of laughter.

The Death Eaters huddled together and walked toward the exit of the camp. Since the Ministry of Magic's on-duty staff had gone to control the carnival Irish people, they walked unimpeded to the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.

The poor camp manager had been awakened by sounds outside. He got up from the bed and walked out of his cabin, trying to figure out what was going on outside.

Then he saw a sight he would never forget: a group of hooded and masked people appeared at his door.

Before Mr. Roberts could react, he stepped lightly and flew into the air. Immediately afterwards, his wife and children were also captured.

These masked people laughed loudly and used magic to lift the four members of the Roberts family into the air, watching the desperate struggle.

"Let's show it to the people at the Ministry of Magic!" someone shouted, attracting countless echoes.

The parade began.

Tom slept very lightly. He woke up as soon as the commotion started, changed his clothes and walked out of the tent, and saw the atrocities of the Death Eaters.

He stood quietly at the door of the tent, like a marble sculpture.

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Keep up the 4,000 words and keep going! ! !

I cooked a few kilograms of crayfish in the evening and it tasted delicious when eaten with dipping sauce~