The Trinity of Harry Potter

In a joyous atmosphere, Ireland's Seeker Lynch was put on the podium by his teammates in a daze, and faced the cheers of the fans with a confused smile.

The Bulgarian team finished second, but also gained the respect of the fans.

Except for Fudge, who was livid and trembling all over, everyone was happy.

One hundred thousand spectators left the stadium, and several families returned to their respective tents, excitedly discussing the game just now.

"Will something happen tonight?" Fleur asked Kano in a low voice.

"How do you know?"

"You have a habit of unconsciously moving your fingers before taking out your wand."

Kano looked down and saw that the fingers of his right hand were moving in sequence.

After all, his wand is installed in the cuff sewn on the inside of his sleeve, and he flings it out every time. If he doesn't cooperate well, he will easily lose his hand.

Over time, I have developed this habit.

"I didn't even notice it myself," Kano said with a smile, "Go to sleep, it won't be a big deal, but you may not have time to sleep after a while."

Fleur nodded: "Do you need my help?"

"If I said no need, you would wait in a safe place?" Kano smiled and pinched Fleur's cheek.

I lay in bed with my eyes closed and meditated. Two hours later, it was three o'clock in the morning.

The sound outside the door suddenly became noisy. Cano opened his eyes and walked out of the room, finding Mr. Delacour fully dressed and drinking tea in the living room.

"Why didn't you rest?"

"As we get older, we have less sleep. It's past the usual bedtime just now, so naturally we can't sleep." Mr. Delacour said as he took out his wand, "And there is no year where there won't be some trouble in the World Cup finals.

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"I'll go out and take a look."

"Go ahead, I'll wake everyone up just in case." Mr. Delacour nodded.

Fleur heard the conversation and walked out of the room. Kano nodded to her and left the tent.

A large group of wizards wearing cloaks and covering their faces were marching. They held their wands high and destroyed tents and other items on the roadside as they marched.

Administrator Roberts and his family were floating in the sky, and the wizards whose faces were covered below kept using magic to play with them like puppets.

Kano cursed inwardly.

Before the final, he sent messages through Guffey and Scrimgeour, telling him that there might be violence tonight.

But even in the original book, Kano couldn't figure out how many of tonight's thugs were Death Eaters addicted to handicrafts, and how many were pure Quidditch hooligans.

Because Crouch Jr. has disappeared, he is not sure whether the Dark Mark floating in the sky will appear again tonight.

Could it be that Scrimgeour didn't take it seriously because what he said wasn't serious enough?

At this time, a large group of Aurors emerged from nowhere and began to maintain order together with the awakened Ministry of Magic officials.

It's a pity that there are four campsites here, and each campsite has at least 20,000 people. How many Aurors are there, and how many people are there in the Ministry of Magic?

"Black!" Scrimgeour ran to Kano, "Four campsites rioted at the same time. We tried our best to cut off the connections between them, but we don't have enough manpower to maintain order."

This was the first direct conversation between Kano and Scrimgeour, and he expressed his kindness and apology.

"I can understand that if you don't have the strength to seize this opportunity, then I can only solve the problem in my own way." Kano also expressed his meaning sincerely.

Scrimgeour smiled bitterly: "As you wish, the dignitaries from various countries have been intensively protected. Let's deal with those particularly violent ones first."

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Delacour had already walked out of the tent. After Kano discussed with them for a few words, they both nodded.

"Just do it." Mr. Weasley fully agreed.

"It is my duty." Mr. Delacour had no objection.

Kano threw out two magic spells and hit the open space in front of the two tents. The school emblems of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons rose in the night sky, emitting brilliant light.

The panicked crowd seemed to be quiet for a while, and then the school badges of Durmstrang, Ilvermorny, Castlebrosher and other magic schools also rose in the night sky.

At this time, everyone no longer panicked, but took their families and ran towards the symbol they were most familiar with.

Under the organization of the prefects and student union presidents during their student days, the men used transformation techniques to raise the stone walls, and the women looked after the injured and children. Soon small fortresses appeared under the emblem.

Kano did not carry out any follow-up work. He turned into a white eagle and flew to the administrator's family, rescued them from the air with his talons, and after landing on the ground, gave each of them a drink of life and death water.

"Take care of them." Kano handed them to Fleur, who had already covered her shiny silver hair and was acting as a nurse.

"very beautiful."

"Very handsome."

The two hugged each other hastily, and Kano came to the forest nearby.

There were a lot of messy footsteps here, as well as the cries of children and the groans of the injured.

Kano leaned against a big tree, with his wand on the ground, and softly recited a mantra.

Soon, the entire forest echoed with the sound of the incantation, and then all the tangled root systems on the ground came alive.

Lost children, injured adults, confused drunkards, all of them felt like they were being lifted up by tree roots and sent outside the woods like clouds and mist.

"Get out of here quickly, this is going to become a battlefield!"

As soon as Kano finished speaking, a large group of menacing wizards came over.

They pushed past the Ministry of Magic employees who tried to stop them and went straight to the group of guys in black robes.

When passing Kano walking out of the woods, a bald man stopped for a moment, looked at Kano's body, and spoke in Russian English with a strong accent.

"You have good momentum, come with us?"

"Soviet?"

The bald man patted his chest as a matter of course: "Of course."

Kano followed him in a funny way. This group of Soviet wizards numbered more than 200 people, divided into three teams, and lined up neatly to rush towards the black-robed wizards.

"Prepare—release!"

The Soviet wizards shouted slogans and released magic spells in batches. The first team specifically released red magic spells. It was a pure shock wave that shattered the defenses of the gangsters, and many people were directly blown away.

The second team's magic spell was thrown out, blooming in the center of the gangsters' team, causing them to stagger around.

The third team is all strong men. Their magic power is connected with each other and condensed into a translucent red protective gear on each person. They are ready to rush forward and fight hand-to-hand after a while.

This magic comes from the same source as the European knights' swarm charge magic, which can greatly improve the knight's resistance to spells.

Kano naturally knew how to use it, and after a little adaptation, he followed suit and blended into the ranks of Soviet wizards.

"Get rid of these sissies who bully the weak and fear the strong!"

The bald man, who had a thick neck and one side of his head and was wearing a tight wizard robe, raised the vodka in his hand to the sky and ignited it with sparks from the wand in his right hand, creating a fire dragon with the aroma of wine.

All the Soviet wizards shouted in unison and rushed towards the defeated Quidditch hooligans as if they had been given blood.

Wherever the muscular men went, Quidditch hooligans were knocked to the ground like wheat.