v5 Chapter 81： 3 Dark Marks That Light Up the Sky
Malfoy Apparated and appeared in a corner of the camp.
Ever since he saw Stark, riding a rune horse, dashing away from the procession, he ran away.
It was too dangerous. The American wizard who had just tortured the Mudblood was right next to him.
He saw the other's hands with his own eyes, pierced by the silver sword, and then the sword flew past his face.
Only one inch away... His handsome face is about to be disfigured.
Luckily he didn't attack Sister Stark, thinking about the five million Galleons... Charming but also very hot.
But Stark wasn't in the tent, cheap MacNeil was an old pervert.
He's got a better chance of catching Stark's sister, and who else can stop him?
Unless there are dozens of wizards hiding in the tent.
Malfoy dropped his hood, burned it, and walked towards his tent.
Lightning flashed in the sky, and with the looming light, he looked from afar and suddenly froze.
His tent was burnt down by someone who didn't know
Gan!
"Kirby, where are you?!" Malfoy said anxiously. "Where did Draco go?"
His son Draco was still in the tent. This is the only seedling in their family.
A house-elf appeared out of nowhere, it was covered in dust, and said with a cry: "I'm looking for the little master, I don't know where he went..."
"How could you let him out!" Malfoy exclaimed angrily.
"Little master doesn't allow me to follow." Cardo wept bitterly, hitting the ground frantically with his head, and shouting: "Bunkardo! Bunkardo!"
Malfoy looked indifferent. "Did he say why he went out?"
"The little master saw the boy who survived and a red-haired boy...and went to find them."
"Harry Potter?" Malfoy's eyelids twitched, giving him a bad premonition.
"Go find it!" He kicked Kirby hard. "If you can't find it, you will die outside!"
Just then, the sky suddenly lit up.
A huge green glittering thing leaped over the treetops and flew into the air like fireworks.
It was a gigantic skeleton, composed of countless green star-like things, a large python, which came out of the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue.
The skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.
For a moment, not only Cardo was shaking, but Malfoy as well.
If Draco hadn't disappeared, he would have fled home immediately.
This World Cup is too dangerous to be a place for people like him.
The camp, which had gradually subsided, also burst into bursts of screams.
"Who released it?" Malfoy murmured.
He was all too familiar with this sign.
But since Voldemort disappeared, Malfoy has never been released, never seen it again.
Thirteen years have passed.
Malfoy was trying to make things happen, but he didn't want to put the sign to clearly link things to the Death Eaters.
The Ministry of Magic wasn't sure who attacked the camp, so any force could possibly come from the United States.
The scope of investigation is much larger.
The attacker was like a sword hovering over Fudge's head, reminding him to hold back, but not convincing him that it was a Death Eater.
The descendants of the purgers in the United States are a lot like the raiders.
Doesn't Fudge throw hats on their heads every time?
Well now, the Dark Mark was released, immediately locking the Death Eaters.
As Malfoy, who had escaped trial, would definitely be re-monitored.
It's all about getting burned.
Someone is deliberately putting the blame on them!
Then, Malfoy was a terrifying terror.
Another Dark Mark, lit up in another direction of the camp.
Malfoy sweated like rain, and his lips were blue and trembling.
Because, the third Dark Mark lit up immediately.
Like alternating fireworks.
Death Eaters kill, leaving only a Dark Mark.
Now there are three at the same time... At least three forces are being released.
However, it has nothing to do with the Death Eaters who escaped judgment!
Who is it, and why are they throwing all the pots on them? !
Don't let Lao Tzu know who did it
Malfoy cursed.
If you let him know...
he,
Definitely stay far away.
...
...
William raised his head and looked at the Dark Mark in the sky.
The green skeleton snake... From an aesthetic point of view, there is no beauty at all, but a plastic texture.
In any case, it is not a little bit different from the logo of the Deathly Hallows used by Grindelwald.
Who designed this pattern?
As the leader of the team, Voldemort should give the artist an Arvada to eat a big melon.
Oh, Voldemort himself...that's all right.
Hermione, who had fallen from Thunderbird, stood beside William, covering her mouth in shock.
This wasn't the first time she had seen the Dark Mark.
The last time I saw it was three years ago, when I went to Gringotts with William.
Voldemort was attached to the back of Quirrell's head, and before leaving, he released it.
I didn't expect to see it again at the Quidditch World Cup.
Has Voldemort been resurrected?
Hermione looked at William, who shook his head slightly.
Seeing three Dark Marks at once does give the impression that Voldemort is resurrected and throwing a celebratory party.
But if Voldemort is really resurrected, he will definitely call the old department first, and then keep a low profile.
Instead of telling the world with great fanfare: he is alive.
It was just a target that Dumbledore aimed at him immediately.
Before he could figure out why he was bounced back to death by Harry, he certainly wouldn't dare to show his face easily.
Therefore, he was probably still wandering around with Peter, and he didn't come back to life so quickly.
So, who actually released the Dark Mark?
What is the purpose?
Suddenly, with a series of puff puff sounds, twenty wizards descended from the sky.
"There's a Dark Mark here too?" Fudge roared. "Too bad, have you caught the releaser?"
"No." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "William just fought with the lake monster and produced a lot of water vapor.
Someone hid in the water vapor, secretly released the Dark Mark, and ran away immediately. "
A moment of silence followed.
Fudge was pacing in place, he shouted.
"Ah, that sucks, it's a disaster."
"The World Cup went well, Ireland won the title...everything was perfect."
"But it's all destroyed now, three Dark Marks, and God knows what the Daily Prophet will write tomorrow!"
Fudge was really **** off.
Other things can be suppressed, that is, those mascots attacking the camp, can be explained.
You countries can't control mascots, even Norway has lake monsters!
Can I blame the British Ministry of Magic for this?
Not to mention, William still had an amazing and dazzling performance in this desperate situation.
He single-handedly killed the lake monster and saved 100,000 wizards.
Even if Fudge awarded him the First Class Merlin Medal, it would not be an exception!
At that time, the death toll will be further lowered to 29.
Even if this matter is perfunctory, let the British people have an explanation.
But the Dark Mark can't be pressed at all, and it can't be pressed. After all, so many people saw it.
Just desperate.
Adding these two things together, Fudge felt that his position was about to be unsteady.
At this time, Bulgaria's Minister of Magic rushed over quickly.
His face was ashen, and he shouted: "Our national Quidditch team has been attacked.
It's an attack, it's a conspiracy!
You British Ministry of Magic, lure us over with false pretenses.
In the final, the referee favored your Irish team and let you win the title.
Now, there's another attack, someone has attacked the hero of our national team..."
"What are you talking about?" Fudge said angrily, confused:
"Who's cheating with you? Referee Hassan Mustafa Egypt, president of the International Quidditch Federation!
His penalty favors us Ireland?
If I could control the direction of the game and know the result of the game, I would have beaten Ireland to win, and Krum would have caught the Snitch! "
The more Fudge thought about it, the more angry he became. He vented his anger and said:
"If you mean the marchers, they attacked everyone, a lot of tents were set on fire, and the Muggle custodians.
Merlin, what a big deal!
Just go to St Mungo's Witch's Hospital for treatment... Just your Krumkin? "
"No!" the Bulgarian Minister of Magic said coldly:
"Missing... Two team members are missing, including Krum!
A sorcerer suddenly attacked them and took them away. "
"Are you sure?" Fudge asked suspiciously, "So many people were attacked by a wizard?
Looking at Krum's face, it's almost thirty, so weak..."
"He's just grown up!" said the Bulgarian minister angrily. "Of course it's normal to be taken away."
"Normal, didn't William just kill a lake monster?"
The neck of the Fudge Terrier has never been so comfortable.
"Could it be that he, an adult wizard, and a Quidditch player, can be taken away by an attack?
I think I'm lost, right? "
The Bulgarian minister felt like vomiting blood.
Take William Starkby... isn't that bullying?
"I don't care." The Bulgarian minister mocked:
"I don't care whether Krum and the others were kidnapped or lost... You go to him now, you must find him."
Fudge sneered: "I'm going to catch the Death Eaters now, how can I find someone for you!
If you want to find yourselves, don't get in my way..."
William frowned slightly.
It suddenly occurred to him that Harry and Ron seemed to be missing too.
Just then, a voice resounded through the camp and drowned out Fudge's words.
The voice was high, excited, and reverberated through the camp.
"I just released a Dark Mark...I know you're scared."
There was screaming in the middle of the camp, and some people huddled together and looked around in horror, looking for the source of the sound.
"You may have found it, or you may not have found it... Recently, many wizards have disappeared, in just half a month.
Tonight, I took advantage of the chaos to arrest a lot of people.
I don't want to kill them.
I have only one request, to release those Death Eaters who were captured in Azkaban... immediately.
Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan..."
"If the British Ministry of Magic refuses, I will kill a wizard every hour until all of them are killed.
Don't try to find me.
I am a ghost, coming for revenge. "
There was silence in the camp, and the silence pressed against the eardrums.
Now, everyone knows where Krum has gone... It turns out that he was really caught.
...
...
(Ask for a recommendation ticket, everyone Thanks for the reward from the "This person is Mengxin".
Today's update is really late, three thousand words are dedicated.
Stay up late at night and adjust the update time tomorrow, otherwise it will be delayed.
ps...holding hostages at sporting events and requesting the official release of people really has this historical prototype.
Interested to see "Black September Event"
Terrorists capture Israeli athletes at the 1972 Olympics. )
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Ever since he saw Stark, riding a rune horse, dashing away from the procession, he ran away.
It was too dangerous. The American wizard who had just tortured the Mudblood was right next to him.
He saw the other's hands with his own eyes, pierced by the silver sword, and then the sword flew past his face.
Only one inch away... His handsome face is about to be disfigured.
Luckily he didn't attack Sister Stark, thinking about the five million Galleons... Charming but also very hot.
But Stark wasn't in the tent, cheap MacNeil was an old pervert.
He's got a better chance of catching Stark's sister, and who else can stop him?
Unless there are dozens of wizards hiding in the tent.
Malfoy dropped his hood, burned it, and walked towards his tent.
Lightning flashed in the sky, and with the looming light, he looked from afar and suddenly froze.
His tent was burnt down by someone who didn't know
Gan!
"Kirby, where are you?!" Malfoy said anxiously. "Where did Draco go?"
His son Draco was still in the tent. This is the only seedling in their family.
A house-elf appeared out of nowhere, it was covered in dust, and said with a cry: "I'm looking for the little master, I don't know where he went..."
"How could you let him out!" Malfoy exclaimed angrily.
"Little master doesn't allow me to follow." Cardo wept bitterly, hitting the ground frantically with his head, and shouting: "Bunkardo! Bunkardo!"
Malfoy looked indifferent. "Did he say why he went out?"
"The little master saw the boy who survived and a red-haired boy...and went to find them."
"Harry Potter?" Malfoy's eyelids twitched, giving him a bad premonition.
"Go find it!" He kicked Kirby hard. "If you can't find it, you will die outside!"
Just then, the sky suddenly lit up.
A huge green glittering thing leaped over the treetops and flew into the air like fireworks.
It was a gigantic skeleton, composed of countless green star-like things, a large python, which came out of the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue.
The skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.
For a moment, not only Cardo was shaking, but Malfoy as well.
If Draco hadn't disappeared, he would have fled home immediately.
This World Cup is too dangerous to be a place for people like him.
The camp, which had gradually subsided, also burst into bursts of screams.
"Who released it?" Malfoy murmured.
He was all too familiar with this sign.
But since Voldemort disappeared, Malfoy has never been released, never seen it again.
Thirteen years have passed.
Malfoy was trying to make things happen, but he didn't want to put the sign to clearly link things to the Death Eaters.
The Ministry of Magic wasn't sure who attacked the camp, so any force could possibly come from the United States.
The scope of investigation is much larger.
The attacker was like a sword hovering over Fudge's head, reminding him to hold back, but not convincing him that it was a Death Eater.
The descendants of the purgers in the United States are a lot like the raiders.
Doesn't Fudge throw hats on their heads every time?
Well now, the Dark Mark was released, immediately locking the Death Eaters.
As Malfoy, who had escaped trial, would definitely be re-monitored.
It's all about getting burned.
Someone is deliberately putting the blame on them!
Then, Malfoy was a terrifying terror.
Another Dark Mark, lit up in another direction of the camp.
Malfoy sweated like rain, and his lips were blue and trembling.
Because, the third Dark Mark lit up immediately.
Like alternating fireworks.
Death Eaters kill, leaving only a Dark Mark.
Now there are three at the same time... At least three forces are being released.
However, it has nothing to do with the Death Eaters who escaped judgment!
Who is it, and why are they throwing all the pots on them? !
Don't let Lao Tzu know who did it
Malfoy cursed.
If you let him know...
he,
Definitely stay far away.
...
...
William raised his head and looked at the Dark Mark in the sky.
The green skeleton snake... From an aesthetic point of view, there is no beauty at all, but a plastic texture.
In any case, it is not a little bit different from the logo of the Deathly Hallows used by Grindelwald.
Who designed this pattern?
As the leader of the team, Voldemort should give the artist an Arvada to eat a big melon.
Oh, Voldemort himself...that's all right.
Hermione, who had fallen from Thunderbird, stood beside William, covering her mouth in shock.
This wasn't the first time she had seen the Dark Mark.
The last time I saw it was three years ago, when I went to Gringotts with William.
Voldemort was attached to the back of Quirrell's head, and before leaving, he released it.
I didn't expect to see it again at the Quidditch World Cup.
Has Voldemort been resurrected?
Hermione looked at William, who shook his head slightly.
Seeing three Dark Marks at once does give the impression that Voldemort is resurrected and throwing a celebratory party.
But if Voldemort is really resurrected, he will definitely call the old department first, and then keep a low profile.
Instead of telling the world with great fanfare: he is alive.
It was just a target that Dumbledore aimed at him immediately.
Before he could figure out why he was bounced back to death by Harry, he certainly wouldn't dare to show his face easily.
Therefore, he was probably still wandering around with Peter, and he didn't come back to life so quickly.
So, who actually released the Dark Mark?
What is the purpose?
Suddenly, with a series of puff puff sounds, twenty wizards descended from the sky.
"There's a Dark Mark here too?" Fudge roared. "Too bad, have you caught the releaser?"
"No." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "William just fought with the lake monster and produced a lot of water vapor.
Someone hid in the water vapor, secretly released the Dark Mark, and ran away immediately. "
A moment of silence followed.
Fudge was pacing in place, he shouted.
"Ah, that sucks, it's a disaster."
"The World Cup went well, Ireland won the title...everything was perfect."
"But it's all destroyed now, three Dark Marks, and God knows what the Daily Prophet will write tomorrow!"
Fudge was really **** off.
Other things can be suppressed, that is, those mascots attacking the camp, can be explained.
You countries can't control mascots, even Norway has lake monsters!
Can I blame the British Ministry of Magic for this?
Not to mention, William still had an amazing and dazzling performance in this desperate situation.
He single-handedly killed the lake monster and saved 100,000 wizards.
Even if Fudge awarded him the First Class Merlin Medal, it would not be an exception!
At that time, the death toll will be further lowered to 29.
Even if this matter is perfunctory, let the British people have an explanation.
But the Dark Mark can't be pressed at all, and it can't be pressed. After all, so many people saw it.
Just desperate.
Adding these two things together, Fudge felt that his position was about to be unsteady.
At this time, Bulgaria's Minister of Magic rushed over quickly.
His face was ashen, and he shouted: "Our national Quidditch team has been attacked.
It's an attack, it's a conspiracy!
You British Ministry of Magic, lure us over with false pretenses.
In the final, the referee favored your Irish team and let you win the title.
Now, there's another attack, someone has attacked the hero of our national team..."
"What are you talking about?" Fudge said angrily, confused:
"Who's cheating with you? Referee Hassan Mustafa Egypt, president of the International Quidditch Federation!
His penalty favors us Ireland?
If I could control the direction of the game and know the result of the game, I would have beaten Ireland to win, and Krum would have caught the Snitch! "
The more Fudge thought about it, the more angry he became. He vented his anger and said:
"If you mean the marchers, they attacked everyone, a lot of tents were set on fire, and the Muggle custodians.
Merlin, what a big deal!
Just go to St Mungo's Witch's Hospital for treatment... Just your Krumkin? "
"No!" the Bulgarian Minister of Magic said coldly:
"Missing... Two team members are missing, including Krum!
A sorcerer suddenly attacked them and took them away. "
"Are you sure?" Fudge asked suspiciously, "So many people were attacked by a wizard?
Looking at Krum's face, it's almost thirty, so weak..."
"He's just grown up!" said the Bulgarian minister angrily. "Of course it's normal to be taken away."
"Normal, didn't William just kill a lake monster?"
The neck of the Fudge Terrier has never been so comfortable.
"Could it be that he, an adult wizard, and a Quidditch player, can be taken away by an attack?
I think I'm lost, right? "
The Bulgarian minister felt like vomiting blood.
Take William Starkby... isn't that bullying?
"I don't care." The Bulgarian minister mocked:
"I don't care whether Krum and the others were kidnapped or lost... You go to him now, you must find him."
Fudge sneered: "I'm going to catch the Death Eaters now, how can I find someone for you!
If you want to find yourselves, don't get in my way..."
William frowned slightly.
It suddenly occurred to him that Harry and Ron seemed to be missing too.
Just then, a voice resounded through the camp and drowned out Fudge's words.
The voice was high, excited, and reverberated through the camp.
"I just released a Dark Mark...I know you're scared."
There was screaming in the middle of the camp, and some people huddled together and looked around in horror, looking for the source of the sound.
"You may have found it, or you may not have found it... Recently, many wizards have disappeared, in just half a month.
Tonight, I took advantage of the chaos to arrest a lot of people.
I don't want to kill them.
I have only one request, to release those Death Eaters who were captured in Azkaban... immediately.
Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Rabastan..."
"If the British Ministry of Magic refuses, I will kill a wizard every hour until all of them are killed.
Don't try to find me.
I am a ghost, coming for revenge. "
There was silence in the camp, and the silence pressed against the eardrums.
Now, everyone knows where Krum has gone... It turns out that he was really caught.
...
...
(Ask for a recommendation ticket, everyone Thanks for the reward from the "This person is Mengxin".
Today's update is really late, three thousand words are dedicated.
Stay up late at night and adjust the update time tomorrow, otherwise it will be delayed.
ps...holding hostages at sporting events and requesting the official release of people really has this historical prototype.
Interested to see "Black September Event"
Terrorists capture Israeli athletes at the 1972 Olympics. )
Dear, click in and give a good review. The higher the score, the faster the update. It is said that those who give full marks to the new ones have finally found a beautiful wife!
The new version of the mobile station upgrades the address: , data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, no ads and fresh reading!
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