Because of Maka's sudden appearance, the Death Eaters hiding here saw an opportunity, and when the Dark Mark appeared and flames ignited everywhere appeared one after another, the fear in the hearts of the audience was completely aroused.
No matter which country it is, the wizarding world has been stable and peaceful in recent years. Everyone goes to school when they should, and when they work, there are no other ups and downs in daily life except for some small criminal incidents that can enrich everyone's conversation after dinner.
No one would want to get involved in events related to dark wizards.
But the appearance of the Dark Mark today is like announcing that ten years of peace have passed since the first wizarding war subsided.
At this moment, the Quidditch World Cup scene was completely in chaos.
There was a surging flow of people running around everywhere, and there were children and old people everywhere who were overwhelmed. Here, wizards who are proud of their bloodline are like Muggles, covering their heads and running away from sudden attacks.
"Look, your companions have also started to take action - go help them and destroy as much as you like!" Maka waved her hand and said coldly.
Bellatrix and the others shouted excitedly, raised their wands and rushed down.
"I think it's a bit much to do this..."
A figure on a flying carpet suddenly appeared in front of them, but these villains, who were not even afraid of death, stopped their advancing brooms and became alert.
"...Isn't it?" The other party said slowly, "Maka."
Maka sat on the broom and stared at the other person for a long time before lightly spitting out a name.
"Dumbledore."
The person who suddenly appeared out of thin air was none other than Albus Dumbledore, the current principal of Hogwarts with silver hair and sharp eyes, president of the International Federation of Wizards, chief of the Wizengamot, and recipient of the First Class Order of Merlin.
The greatest white wizard of our time, no, the greatest wizard.
"I heard what you just said," Dumbledore smiled, his expression still kind, but his tone was a little disappointed, "I thought you wouldn't go down this road like Tom, but obviously... I’ve never been right.”
"Yes... yes, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot... I still remember your indifferent eyes when we were in the seventh trial room..." Maka said calmly, "Maybe you are disappointed with me, but I Isn’t it wrong?”
"Child, don't be obsessed with being strong. That is not the path that wizards pursue..." Dumbledore shook his head and admonished kindly, "Believe me, you have slowly walked towards a road of no return, but now It’s still too late to turn back…”
"Professor Dumbledore, I have a question." Maka suddenly interrupted.
"What?" Dumbledore looked at him and blinked his pale blue eyes.
"Your preferences are really elusive," Maka spread her hands and said, "Did you buy this flying carpet at the market today?"
Dumbledore frowned and his eyes became cold.
"Now that you've given up on the right path—"
Before he finished speaking, a black figure suddenly jumped up from the crowd below and headed straight for Dumbledore. Dumbledore reacted quickly. He took out his wand and waved it. The black figure's forward motion was immediately blocked, but only for a moment, and then it rushed forward again.
Dumbledore let out a sigh and waved his wand again. This time, the power was no longer as powerful as before. The black shadow seemed to have been hit hard, and was bounced back to the ground, hitting an empty space somewhere with no one.
Dumbledore and Maca have already seen clearly that the black figure is another guy with black energy lingering all over his body!
Although Voldemort definitely didn't come this time, waiting for such a person can be regarded as a big gain.
Maka raised her head and looked at Dumbledore, only to see that the other party was also looking in his direction. The two exchanged meaningful glances, and Maka immediately raised the wand in her hand.
At this time, the figure on the ground suddenly jumped out from the stirred up dust, seemingly uninjured. His speed did not slow down, and he turned into a ball of black energy again, dragging his long tail and rushing straight towards him again.
Maka also waved her wand, and ice-blue light appeared on the tip of the wand, attacking Dumbledore together with the mysterious attacker.
Dumbledore refused to give in. With a slight flick of his wrist, two consecutive red beams of light were fired at Maka and the attacker respectively.
Maka ducked sideways and narrowly avoided it; but the attacker seemed to be a bit stubborn. He rushed over, but was forced into mid-air by the beam of light.
"As expected of Professor Dumbledore... Goodbye."
An unexpected voice sounded in the midst of the fierce battle. Dumbledore and the attacker both looked sideways, only to see that Maka had disappeared into the battlefield.
"Hmph." Dumbledore snorted coldly, and with a push of his hand, the attacker was knocked back to the ground by the red beam of light from his wand.
With a loud bang, Dumbledore waved his hand to blow away the dust, only to find that the attacker had disappeared without a trace.
Although Bellatrix and others are not afraid of death, they are not fools. They had already taken advantage of the fight between Maka and Dumbledore to escape.
The Death Eaters all left, and the panicked crowd fled far away. The originally lively scene was now deserted, leaving only damaged and burned temporary buildings and tents, as well as celebration props scattered on the ground.
On the edge of the chaos, Luna bent down and picked up a small flag of the Bulgarian team and waved it. The dark footprints on it seemed to be a mockery of the previous World Cup events.
"He seems... very tired..." Luna looked at the Quidditch World Cup in the distance, lost in thought, "His heart is very tired."
And high in the southeast sky, a flying carriage pulled by a rune horse was driving invisibly, quickly leaving in the distance.
Right next to the window of the carriage, Willy leaned out of the window, her long white hair flying messily in the wind, reflecting a fascinating brilliance in the moonlight.
The flat lawn of the World Cup stadium had become a bit bumpy. Dumbledore just stood in the middle of the field, with a rare flash of vicissitudes of life on his face.
"... Lina is right, I am not a good teacher after all."
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"Hermione! Hermione, wake up! You can't go to him! He'll make you-" Ron shouted.
"Shut up! He can't! Maka wouldn't do that..." Hermione grabbed the lapel of her clothes, tears flashing in her eyes, "Yes, it must be some kind of black magic - Maka must not have done it voluntarily!"
"Hermione!" Ron said anxiously, "Yes, you may be right, but not now! Look, look around!"
Hermione raised her head and looked around blankly, but what she saw was burning flames and people fleeing in all directions.
Gradually, as if a deaf person had just regained his hearing, she felt a lot of noisy sounds coming back to her ears from far to near—crystals, screams, and the crackling of fire burning wood.
Everything around her seemed to be telling Hermione that this was no longer the joyous Quidditch World Cup venue it had been before. But a hell, a hell caused by... Maka!
"No—" Hermione covered her face with her hands, her shoulders hunched helplessly, and she began to sob faintly.
"Harry, come and help, we have to get out of here as soon as possible-" Ron shouted a few words in a hurry, but when he turned around, he found that Harry was covering his forehead in daze.
"What's wrong with you?" Ron reached out and patted him, and he woke up immediately.
"I just-" Harry thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, we'll talk about it later... Hermione, stand up first, we have to go!"
He and Ron walked forward quickly, supporting Hermione.
Just now, they were dispersed by the crowd, and now it is really not that easy to meet Mr. Weasley and others again.
When they were far away from this chaotic corner, a figure quietly appeared beside the ruins of a collapsed tall tent. He hid himself in a shadow and looked at Harry, Ron and Hermione walking away with a calm expression.
"Ron has finally made some progress, and Harry has also made some gains..." At this point, his voice paused, and then he continued, "Unexpectedly, the one who had the biggest impact was Hermione."
This person is naturally Maka. In fact, he is still very concerned about the impact of his plan, especially how his acquaintances will react, which may make him revise his next plan to varying degrees.
While he was thinking about it, Maka suddenly noticed something. He turned around suddenly and saw a familiar light golden color.
"Luna."
She held the small flag in her hand and looked at Maka, but she didn't know where the focus of her pupils was.
"Aren't you leaving? It might be quite dangerous here!" Maka couldn't help but ask.
But Luna ignored his words and said for no reason, "Your heart... is very tired."
Maka was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.
"Yes, it's not easy." He said calmly, "But it's all caused by me, and I have to be responsible for solving it."
Luna turned around leisurely, looked up at the moon in the sky, and her soft voice made Maka feel a hint of warmth.
“Wisdom is wealth, but it can also be a burden.”
"It is precisely because it is wealth that it creates a burden." Maka nodded and continued softly.
Luna looked back at Maka and blinked her silver-grey eyes as if she agreed with this sentence. She said nothing more, but quietly turned and left.
Maka looked at Luna who was drifting away, and as if inspired by something, the silver-white fine light mist lit up again. The light mist is like substance, moving with the wind, drifting farther and farther under the deep night sky...