Bagman, the commentator of the Quidditch World Cup, was also in the top-floor box.
He had just packed up the script on the commentary stand and before he could slip away, he was surrounded by two red-haired guys.
Fred and George climbed over the backs of the chairs and found themselves in front of Ludo Bagman almost before the Wesleys noticed.
The two men smiled happily and held out their open palms to Bagman.
"Um... well, how much money should I give you?" His voice was a little hoarse from the passionate explanation just now.
"This number." Fred held up three fingers.
"Oh, three hundred Galleons..." Bagman breathed a sigh of relief. "Not too much, let me see..."
"Don't forget Professor Dracula's Galleons." George added, "You set a very high odds at the time. I guess Professor Dracula's share will not be too small."
Bagman thought of the large sack of gold Galleons that Dracula had thrown at him, and his originally relaxed expression became completely stiff, as if he had been cast under a powerful petrification spell.
"Hurry up, give us our share first," Fred urged.
"Well... I can't get that much cash for now. You need to give me some time." Bagman's face turned a little pale, and he said with a forced attitude.
"But I always feel like you have a lot of cash here." George looked suspiciously at the bag hanging around Bagman's waist. He often shook the bag and it made a jingling sound when he was in the camp.
"Are you trying to default on your debt?" Fred looked alert.
"How could that be? I am the Director of the Department of Sports and Games at the Ministry of Magic. How could I lie to you two little wizards?"
Bagman laughed awkwardly, then took out from his bag a number of gold coins equal to the Galleons that Fred and George had bet, and returned the two of their strange homemade wands.
"This is your principal," he said solemnly, "As for the Galleons you won, I will personally deliver them to you once I have raised the funds."
After saying these words, Bagman hurriedly slipped out of the box and fled the scene like a frightened rabbit.
Fred and George looked at Bagman's fleeing back, spread their hands to each other, and decided to leave the debt collection matter to professionals like Professor Dracula, so they climbed over a few rows of chairs and returned to the Weasley family's seat.
The group walked down from the box, and soon, the crowd leaving the gymnasium and returning to the camp surrounded them like a tide.
As the crowd moved, raucous singing could be heard in the air. The leprechauns, the mascots of the Irish team, kept flying over their heads, waving streamers in their hands and laughing loudly to express their joy for the victory.
The game actually didn't take long. It officially started around noon and ended before the afternoon was over. This was considered a relatively fast final in the history of the Quidditch World Cup.
Although the game has ended, there will be celebrations, player-fan forums, interviews with newspaper reporters and other activities in the evening after the break.
Therefore, most fans who come to watch the Quidditch World Cup will not choose to leave now, but will wait for the night to fall and try their luck to see if they can find a chance to take a photo with their idol.
After squeezing together in the crowd for who knows how long, the Weisley family, Harry, Sirius and the others finally arrived at the tents in the camp. However, no one felt tired, and instead, they were very excited.
The surroundings were also very noisy, with many fans discussing what had just happened in the game.
Some people were arguing about the issue of fouls, some were discussing who was the best player of the game, and some were arguing with their faces red in the face about whose idol was more powerful.
In the distance on the other side of the camp, many passionate songs and loud knocking sounds emerged one after another, echoing for a long time in the restless air.
"Oh, thank goodness it's not my turn to be on duty today..." Listening to the noisy sounds outside the tent, Mr. Weisley muttered with regret, "Fortunately I don't have to ask the Irish to stop celebrating their victory, otherwise it would be unimaginable."
As Harry ate the dinner Sirius had bought him from a passing vendor, he could not help but think of some of Viktor Krum's wonderful actions.
He fantasized about riding on his Firebolt and trying out Krum's beautiful Wronski feint... Oliver Wood, the previous captain of Gryffindor, had designed a lot of messy diagrams, but somehow he had never taught him how to do such a feint.
Of course, it is more likely that Wood himself would not be able to do these moves...
Harry imagined himself wearing robes with his name printed on the back and hearing the deafening cheers of a hundred thousand spectators, and his mood couldn't help but become a little excited.
"Harry, Harry! Do you hear any noise outside?"
Just as Harry was immersed in his imagination, Ginny's voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"Wha...what's the matter?" He suddenly woke up from his imagination, turned his head and asked.
Harry noticed that Ginny's face was a little flustered and her hands were tightly grasping his sleeves.
He suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The sounds in the camp changed. The singing stopped, and screams and people running in panic were heard everywhere.
Harry quickly put down his unfinished bowl and wanted to go ask what happened outside.
At this time, Sirius was the first to open the curtain of the tent and said anxiously, "It's too late, Harry! You younger ones should hurry up and catch up with us, hurry up!"
The adults were originally outside having a few drinks around the campfire, but the underage wizards were not allowed to drink, so they all stayed inside the tent to eat dinner.
Sirius and several other adult wizards were the first to discover the chaos in the distance.
Harry obeyed the order, pulled Ginny up, and hurried out of the tent, followed by Ron and Hermione.
It was now dusk and the sky was gradually getting dark. There was no time to light torches in the camp, so they could not clearly see what was happening in the distance.
Standing beside the tent, Harry could only see the wizards running towards the woods beside the camp, as if they were fleeing from some group of people who were chasing them.
There were flashes of light and crackling sounds from the crowd from time to time - loud sneers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts, all of which got closer as the group moved.
Then, a strong green light flashed, illuminating everything around.
The group, Harry saw, was a tightly packed group of wizards in black cloaks, each with his wand pointed upward, moving forward together, slowly across the camp.
Their heads were covered with hoods and their faces were covered with masks. Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into various strange shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the people above them were marionettes, controlled by invisible ropes connected from wands to the air.
As the group moved forward, more wizards joined the parade, laughing and pointing their wands at the several bodies floating above.
As the parade grew larger, tents were constantly being squeezed and collapsed. There were even wizards in the parade who used their wands to set fire to the tents they passed by.
As the flames spread, many tents caught fire. The screams in the camp became even more deafening.
"That's the Muggle Roberts family who manages the tents in the camp!" Mr. Wesley's face looked a little ugly. "Damn, how could there be such a large group of terrorists in the World Cup?"
"Their attire and behavior... look familiar." Sirius narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at the crowd that controlled the Muggle family.
The next moment, his eyes suddenly became sharp, "I know, those people are Death Eaters!"
"Death Eaters?" Mr. Weasley turned to look at Sirius in astonishment. "Haven't they disappeared for a long time? Why did they come out today?"
"Who knows? Just catch them and ask them!" Sirius grasped his wand tightly in his hand and was about to rush towards the group of thugs.
His hatred for the Death Eaters and Voldemort was deep-rooted. Seeing this group of people wantonly causing trouble at the Quidditch World Cup final, he could not suppress the anger in his heart at all.
"Sirius, you can't go!" Mr. Weasley suddenly reached out and grabbed the impulsive Sirius, "You have just cleared yourself of suspicion of being a Death Eater. If you appear with those Death Eaters again, Fudge and Umbridge will definitely seize the opportunity to frame you!"
"Then just leave those Death Eaters alone?" Sirius frowned tightly.
"Of course we can't just ignore it." Mr. Weisley said solemnly, rolling up his sleeves. "There are still many upright members of the Ministry of Magic here. We will help maintain order."
Then, he turned his head and looked at Harry and the other little wizards, "You little guys, hurry into the woods, walk together, don't disperse! I'll come find you after this matter is resolved!"
"Harry, keep a close eye on your godfather and don't let him do anything impulsive!"
After explaining this, Mr. Weasley hurriedly met up with several other members of the Ministry of Magic who were not on duty, and together they rushed to where the Death Eaters were gathering.
Harry nodded, grabbed Sirius' arm, and went into the woods with Fred, George, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione, avoiding the path of the Death Eaters.
As time passed, the sun got lower and lower and the sky became darker.
When the sun completely sank into the horizon and the sky turned completely black, a huge green light suddenly jumped onto the treetops and flew into the night sky.
"What is this--" said Ron nervously. He looked up and stared anxiously at the light that had just appeared.
Harry also looked up.
At first he thought it was a pattern of the Irish mascot leprechauns, but then he found that it was an enormous skull made up of countless emerald green star-like points of light. A huge python emerged from the skull's mouth like a tongue.
As they watched, the skull rose higher and higher, glowing brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the black night sky.
Suddenly, bursts of terrified screams broke out from the woods around them.
Harry had no idea what the scream was coming from, except for the sudden appearance of the skull, which had now risen high above the trees, lighting up the woods like a terrifying neon sign.
"The Dark Mark."
Sirius said suddenly.
"What?" Harry asked, not quite hearing it.
"The Dark Mark is the signal Death Eaters use to contact their accomplices." Sirius said, and suddenly laughed disdainfully, "These people in the forest have only just realized that the group of tightly wrapped wizards are Death Eaters, and only now do they feel scared."
"If you ask me, these people are just a bunch of cowards. The Death Eaters have disappeared for more than ten years, and they can still be scared. Haha."
Sirius sneered and shook his head, then said to Harry, "Harry, you just stay here, I'll go over there and take a look. The Death Eater who cast the Dark Mark should not be too far from where we are."
"No!" Harry subconsciously grabbed Sirius, "Mr. Weisley told me to keep an eye on you and not let you do anything impulsive."
"This isn't an impulsive thing, is it?" Sirius smiled. "I just went to take a look. I can't just let a Death Eater go like that, can I? Your parents wouldn't back down at this time, Harry."
Harry hesitated at Sirius' words.
While Harry was hesitating, Sirius took a few quick steps sideways and ran towards the location corresponding to the Dark Mark without waiting for Harry's consent.
"Time waits for no one. I will go there and come back quickly." Before leaving, he turned around and shouted.
After leaving Harry and the other little wizards, Sirius first cast an Disillusionment Charm on himself, then walked quickly in the woods while comparing himself to the Dark Mark in the sky.
Soon, he reached the woods below the Dark Mark.
However, he did not find any trace of Death Eaters here, but instead met two unexpected people.
One is Dracula with his iconic silver hair, and the other is Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation.
At this time, Dracula and Barty Crouch were standing face to face in an open space in the woods, looking at each other.
Dracula had an ambiguous smile on his face, while Crouch had a confused look on his face.
"Mr. Crouch, please explain why you are here." Dracula spoke first, breaking the silence.
At the same time, he glanced meaningfully in Sirius' direction and waved slightly to him.
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