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"See you next time."
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By the time Mr. Weasley, Kyle and the others finally returned to the camp, it was already very late, but this did not affect people's celebratory mood at all.
The night sky was filled with the raucous singing of people, and leprechauns flew over their heads, waving lanterns and laughing.
"Can we go back now?" Kyle asked, looking at the dark night.
"I'm afraid not." Mr. Weasley shook his head. "No one expected the game to be over so soon. It will take some time for the Portkeys to be issued."
"What about Apparition?" Kyle continued to ask.
"No," said Mr. Weasley. "Most places here are under anti-Apparition spells, and there are people from the Ministry of Magic patrolling the area. The only open area is the one we came from. Look there..."
He pointed ahead.
The long line stretched all the way to the entrance of the camp, with no end in sight.
Kyle frowned.
"What's wrong?" asked Mr. Weasley.
"Nothing." Kyle said, "It's just too noisy around here. I feel like I can't sleep here."
"Oh yes, you're right," muttered Mr. Weasley. "Luckily I'm not on duty and don't have to persuade them to stop celebrating their victory, otherwise it would be unimaginable."
He looked at Kyle, thought for a moment and said, "Well, you're right. It's really hard to sleep here... I'll go find Arnold. If he agrees, we can Apparate anywhere outside the camp."
Having said that, he left the tent.
Kyle stood at the door and watched for a while.
On the other side of the camp, singing and strange collision sounds continued to echo in the night sky. It seemed that they were preparing to celebrate this victory all night long.
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Twenty minutes later, Mr. Weasley finally returned.
"What..." Kyle was about to ask when he was pushed into the tent.
"Quick, wake up the others!"
Mr. Weasley had a serious expression on his face. "Someone attacked Arnold. When I went over, I just saw him being knocked down in the woods by a hooded man."
"Who is it!" Bill, who was still awake, immediately took out his wand.
"I don't know. I can't see his face." Mr. Weasley shook his head. "I have already informed the Aurors. Until they find the culprit, it's best for us to stay in the tent and not go anywhere. This is also what Scrimgeour meant."
"It must be those Bulgarian supporters," Bill said angrily. "They lost the game and they want to make trouble to vent their dissatisfaction!"
Mr. Weasley said nothing, but in his heart, he was also inclined to this answer.
Everyone was woken up, they got dressed, packed their luggage, and sat in the tent waiting.
This incident also made Mr. Weasley feel a sense of crisis. He was worried that those guys who had no place to vent their anger because of losing the game would cause more trouble. He planned to leave as soon as the Aurors found the people.
"Really? What on earth do those people want to do? Why do they do it at this time?" Ron complained, yawning.
He was too sleepy. He sat beside the small table, nodding his head. "Aren't they afraid of being caught by the Aurors..."
Before he finished speaking, Kyle suddenly noticed that the sound outside had changed.
The singing stopped and was replaced by screams and the sounds of people running in panic.
"Arthur!" A man pulled open the tent. It was one of the two Aurors who had appeared in the top floor box earlier.
He spoke quickly, "Something's wrong, there are too many of them, be careful!"
After saying that, he quickly left with his wand.
"Let's go!" Mr. Weasley made a prompt decision, "Let's get out of here quickly!"
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 465: The Curse of Death
After hearing what Mr. Weasley said, everyone who had packed up their things rushed out of the tent immediately.
The parade that was originally celebrating the victory was gone, panicked screams were heard everywhere, and the entire camp was in chaos.
The sky was even darker, as if all the stars were shrouded in a huge black fog. The atmosphere was terribly depressing.
In the distance, a group of people scrambled to escape toward the woods, while behind them, another group of hooded people moved slowly and slowly.
Everyone was wearing a hood and their faces were covered by masks, so it was impossible to recognize who they were. The only thing that was certain was that they were not good people.
What kind of good person would go out in the middle of the night with a mask on and burn tents...Anything that blocks their way, no matter what it is, will be destroyed.
"You, hurry into the woods!" Mr. Weasley shouted, "Bill, keep an eye on them, don't get separated..."
Before he could finish his words, he turned around and saw Bill, Charlie and Percy running towards the oncoming parade.
Mr. Weasley hurried after him, saying without turning his head:
"You guys hurry to the woods. The place has been searched by Aurors. It's very safe... Remember, don't get separated!"
Several people nodded and immediately ran into the woods.
When they entered the woods and looked back, they found that the parade was even larger.
Now not only those mysterious hooded wizards, but also many people who came to watch the game joined in.
Those people were all foreign wizards, so they didn't pay any attention to the warnings from the Ministry of Magic staff. They didn't even cover their faces and vented their malice so blatantly and wantonly.
Moreover, there were too many of them, and the number of people the Ministry of Magic sent to support them was not enough.
Soon, the original parade turned into a full-blown riot. Many people took the opportunity to sneak into the empty tents and loot everything inside, or simply move the tents away.
"No, we have to go help Dad!" Fred and George looked at the growing number of rioters and felt extremely anxious. They wanted to go over there immediately.
"No!" Ginny grabbed them and said, "They are all adult wizards. It won't help if you go there. Instead, you will cause more trouble!"
"Who said that!" Fred struggled to break free from her hand. "Even if we are not strong enough, we still have dung balls and itching powder."
George tried to pry Ginny's hands apart. "Trust us, sometimes these things are more effective than magic!"
"Oh, there you are!"
Just as they were arguing, a man suddenly staggered over from a distance.
Kyle and Cedric immediately drew their wands and pointed them at him.
"It's me. Arthur asked me to take care of you."
The man came out of the woods. He was wearing a tweed suit and galoshes.
"Are you the staff member of the Ministry of Magic who is in charge of registration?" Cedric frowned and asked, "I think your name is Basil?"
He remembered the clothes.
They had seen it when they first arrived here via the portkey.
"Yes, it's me." The man said, "I met Arthur, and he told me that those people were targeting Harry Potter, so he asked me to take care of you."
"What, they're targeting me?" Harry said in disbelief.
This is ridiculous. He just watched a Quidditch match and didn't do anything else. Why did that person look for him? This is unreasonable.
"They are all Death Eaters. They are here to avenge the Dark Lord." The man walked over quickly and stretched out his hand. "The Aurors are looking for you now. Come with me. I will take you to find Scrimgeour."
When he heard the Dark Lord, Harry immediately thought of the face on the back of Quirrell's head in his first year, and subconsciously took two steps forward.
But the next second...
"Collapse!"
"Avada..."
With a bang, the man was knocked away more than ten feet by a beam of bright light and lay motionless on the ground. The green light that had just lit up at the tip of his wand also dissipated.
It happened so fast that no one has reacted yet.
"What happened..." Harry took two steps back in shock.
"Obviously, someone wants to kill you." Kyle put away his wand and looked around vigilantly.
"But isn't he a staff member of the Ministry of Magic?" Harry asked puzzled.
"It should be said that he was before," Kyle said, "Polyjuice Potion, Imperius Curse... It's just borrowing his identity. It's too simple."
"How do you know he has a problem?" Cedric stepped forward and picked up the wand that fell on the ground.
To be honest, he didn't notice anything wrong until the man used the Killing Curse.
"It's simple," Kyle said, "If those people's target was really Harry, Mr. Weasley would definitely come here in person, instead of entrusting it to a Ministry of Magic employee who we have only met once.
He's not even an Auror... It doesn't make sense to have a regular staff member protecting the most dangerous target."
Cedric opened his mouth but said nothing, and neither did the others... Obviously, none of them had expected this.
"Thank you..." Harry said with lingering fear, "You saved my life."
"Don't talk about this." Kyle shook his head. "The most urgent thing now is to leave here quickly..."
Before he could finish his words, a dazzling green light suddenly flashed, illuminating half of the camp.
They were very familiar with this green light. It was the killing curse that almost killed Harry just now...
However, this time the killing curse was not directed at them, but appeared in the direction of the camp.
Everyone immediately turned their heads to look.
The rioting team was silent for a moment...then, the entire camp exploded in an instant like a lit powder keg.
The cries and screams were several times louder than before, and all kinds of magic flew around uncontrollably...
Even in the woods, they could faintly hear roars of anger or fear.
"…Damn Ministry of Magic, how dare you use the Killing Curse!"
The rioting team was in complete chaos. Some wanted to run away, some lost their minds and started indiscriminate attacks. Spells of various colors almost illuminated the entire camp!
Fred and George tried to run over again, but this time not only Ginny, but Cedric and Cho also came forward and grabbed their arms.
Kyle looked at the colorful camp and felt that something was wrong.