bioinnovel Chapter 257 The Adventures of the Trio
Chapter 257 The Adventures of the Trio
Chapter 257 The Adventures of the Trio
the other side.
The Black Mark ascended just before the riot broke out at the World Cup camp.
Because the full moon had just passed, Sirius and Lupin went back to their tent to sleep early, but they were woken up by noises outside.
Sirius and Lupin had a vague feeling that something was wrong. The noise outside the tent didn't seem to be coming from a celebration parade. The two of them put on their clothes and hurriedly ran out of the tent.
Outside the tent, the two men encountered Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie, who had also come out to check the situation.
In the distance, burning tents, piercing screams and cries, loud laughter, and a group clearly dressed as Death Eaters rushed towards the scene. Sirius and Lupin immediately followed.
Mr. Weasley went back to the tent to wake the children before meeting up with Bill, Charlie, and the Ministry of Magic officials.
The children realized the situation was urgent that night, so they quickly dressed and obediently ran to hide in the woods of Heimer.
Fred and George looked after little Ginny, while Harry and Ron looked after Hermione. The six of them were swept along by the crowd as they surged into the woods leading to the stadium.
Before entering the woods, Harry, Harry, and his friends saw people from the Ministry of Magic coming from all directions, and they also saw a dazzling hundred-day sun illuminating the night sky.
Harry was very familiar with this magic; Belvina had used it in the Chamber of Secrets two years ago.
Before Harry could say anything to Ron and Hermione beside him, the crowd pushing from behind pushed them deeper into the woods.
The sounds of children crying, adults shouting anxiously, and tense conversations echoed through the cold, dark night.
When Harry, Harry, and his friends finally escaped the throng of people, they realized they had become separated from Fred and the others.
"Fluorescent lights!"
Harry drew his wand and whispered the words.
"It was Belvina, it must have been Belvina's magic just now," Harry said. "The commotion at the campsite will be back to normal soon."
It sounded like Harry had complete confidence in Belvina.
"We've lost Ginny," Ron said. "We need to find her as soon as possible, oh dear—"
Ron winced as he clutched the back of his head, turned around, and shouted, "Who? Who's there? Which bastard threw that at me?!"
Upon hearing this, Harry and Hermione simultaneously raised their wands, and two thin beams of light shone in Ron's line of sight.
"Speak more cleanly, Weasley."
As soon as the words were spoken, someone jumped down from the tree branch.
It was a tall, slender boy with neatly combed hair, pale skin, and light-colored eyes that gleamed in the darkness. "Malfoy!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione shouted in unison.
Although the trio didn't have any deep-seated hatred for Draco Malfoy, the four of them still didn't get along because of the harmonious and friendly relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin.
"I saw that little girl named Ginny, with those annoying twins by her side," Draco said calmly. "A brother protecting his sister, how touching, Weasley."
Ron, completely ignoring the sarcasm in Draco's words, excitedly asked, "You saw my sister? Which way did they go?"
Draco paced back and forth under the tree with his hands behind his back, saying with disgust, "It's hard to admit, but that little girl named Ginny is a pureblood, isn't she?"
Ron nodded blankly.
"Then what do you have to worry about!"
Draco shook his head, as if he thought Ron was too stupid and too difficult to communicate with.
"Malfoy, what do you mean by that?"
"Potter, you don't know who those people in the camp are?" Draco slapped his forehead. "I forgot, you're just like the Weasleys, neither of you knows anything."
Draco stopped and leaned against a tree, continuing, "Those people won't bother a pure-blood wizard, even if that person is the traitor Weasley."
As he spoke, Draco looked at Hermione, nodded at her, and continued, "Those people were looking for Muggles, and people like Granger. You all saw what happened to those four Muggles."
Don't you understand?
"What do you mean Hermione?! Hermione is a witch, just like Belvina!" Harry said.
"Merlin, I really don't understand why Belvina values you so much, just because you're Harry Potter?" Draco said discontentedly. "Only you people would think Granger is a witch and compare her to Black. The people outside don't think that way."
Harry wanted to argue, but Hermione gently tugged at his sleeve.
"Thank you for reminding me, Malfoy," Hermione said, taking a deep breath and speaking as calmly as possible.
After all, Hermione Granger was just a fourth-year student. It was already quite brave of her not to collapse to the ground when she learned that the thugs outside were targeting someone like her.
"Not bad, at least there's one sensible person here," Draco said dismissively. "If you don't want to expose your underwear in public—Granger—you'd better hurry up and run away, or find a place where you won't be seen."
That's a really harsh thing to say; only Draco Malfoy with his foul mouth could say something like that.
Hermione frowned. She was grateful for Malfoy's reminder, but his manner of speaking was very unpleasant, and Hermione wanted to take back her thanks.
"Of course, if you'd like to be the star of tonight, then pretend I never said anything," Draco said lazily. "I'm not interested in your performance, so don't bother inviting me, thank you."
With that, Draco climbed back up the tree branch, sat on the thick branch swinging his legs, and looked out at the towering firelight beyond the woods.
"I believe Belvina will handle the riot at the campsite; I saw her magic," Harry said. "Those people will be caught soon."
"Perhaps," Draco sighed. "If we're lucky—"
"Then we'll be going now. Also, thank you for your kindness, but your words were too harsh."
After saying that, Harry pulled Ron and Hermione away and headed in the direction Draco had pointed.
The Gryffindor trio, who were walking away, didn't hear Draco's second sigh, nor did they understand the meaning behind Draco's last words.
If you're lucky—
Who was lucky? Was it Belvina and the Ministry of Magic, or the group disguised as Death Eaters? Harry, Ron, and Hermione continued forward. The dim woods were crowded with people, but they still couldn't see Fred, George, or Ginny.
Despite their fruitless search, the three did not stop. They continued along the dark path into the deeper part of the woods.
Harry and Ron both knew that Malfoy's reminder, or rather warning, was very reasonable; Hermione, being a Muggle, was in a more dangerous situation than anyone else.
They ventured deeper and deeper, further and further away, until they encountered a group of flustered Beauxbatons students and a bunch of delighted little imps.
I saw men displaying their masculinity in front of Veela, and I even saw Ludo Bagman.
Harry, George, and Ginny encountered many people along the way, but they couldn't find Fred, George, and Ginny.
After an unknown amount of time and distance, Harry suddenly stopped. He heard footsteps all around him.
"Hello?"
Harry raised his wand and shone it in the direction from which the footsteps were coming.
Immediately afterwards, Ron and Hermione pointed their wands in that direction, and three narrow beams of light converged at one point.
There was nothing there.
There were no wizards, no fairies, no Veela, only a dark thicket swaying silently.
"Hello?" Harry called again, "Who's there?"
Harry didn't rush in; instead, he led Ron and Hermione back away, step by step, from the suspicious thicket.
At that moment, a sudden sound broke the silence.
"The remains have reappeared!"
The Black Mark appeared, and the glowing green skull rose higher and higher, turning the entire forest green.
"What is that—" Ron asked nervously.
Even without recognizing the Dark Mark, one can tell from the skull and the giant snake that this is a terrifying thing.
"It's the Dark Mark! Let's go!" Hermione grabbed Ron and Harry, dragging the two boys away without a second thought.
"What is the Dark Mark?" Harry asked as he ran, noticing Hermione beside him was pale and terrified, as if she were surrounded by fear.
"That's the symbol of the Mystic!" Hermione said with difficulty, feeling like she could hardly breathe.
First, a group of thugs who enjoyed torturing Muggles roamed the campsite, and then came the terrifying Dark Mark. Hermione was truly on the verge of tears.
However, Hermione was unaware that an even worse scenario awaited her.
Just as the three were frantically moving away from the Dark Mark, a series of popping sounds rang out nearby, and twenty wizards descended from the sky.
"Be careful!"
Harry shouted, quickly warning Ron and Hermione to be careful.
A red light suddenly shone, and a dazzling beam of light shot straight towards Harry from the darkness.
"Armor for protection!"
Harry yelled and stopped the stun spell that was aimed at the three of them.
The scorching red light struck the Ironclad Curse and bounced back into the darkness.
A good teacher produces outstanding students. After more than half a month of special training from Belvina, Harry has become quite adept at taking a beating, putting aside other aspects for the moment.
However, Harry soon discovered an extremely cruel reality: even if he could take a beating, he probably wouldn't survive this time.
The twenty wizards who descended from the sky instantly surrounded the three of them, raising their wands almost simultaneously.
"Don't lay a hand on me, I'm Ha Yi."
Regardless of who you are, twenty voices roared almost simultaneously: "Faint and collapse!"
Harry quickly tackled Ron and Hermione, pinning his two friends down and waiting for the twenty Stunning Charms to be cast.
Harry, who was lying on the ground, waited for a long time, but the Stunning Curse did not come. He couldn't help but raise his head slightly to observe the situation around him.
It's Belvina!
Harry saw Belvina standing in front of him once again.
He didn't know how Belvina managed to stop so many stun spells at once, but he knew the three of them were safe.
Then, Harry heard a familiar voice again.
"Stop! That's my son! Stop it, all of you!"
It's Mr. Weasley!
Immediately afterwards, Halevin heard another, more familiar voice.
"Watfa!"
There could be no other voice besides Sirius Black.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione got up from the ground. Hermione was pale, Ron glared angrily at his father, and Harry looked at Belvina with a wronged expression.
"Who gave the order to attack?" Belvina asked. "Step forward." As she spoke, she walked toward the wizard who was clearly the leader.
He was a male wizard who looked to be in his thirties, short and stocky, with a thick head of short brown hair.
"I'll ask you one more time, who ordered you to attack?" Belvina asked coldly.
The wizard with short brown hair stammered, afraid to speak. Although he didn't know who was surrounded, he knew he had gotten into trouble.
"Can't you tell the difference between Death Eaters and ordinary people, or even between adults and children?" Belvina asked again. "Did you even see who you were attacking? I'm asking you, did you even see who you were attacking?!"
As she spoke, Belvina jabbed the man's chest hard with her finger.
"Stop. It was my order." Barty Crouch walked over, his voice cold and devoid of emotion.
Barty Crouch was still dressed in a sharp suit, his hair neatly combed, the parting so straight it looked unnatural, as if he had just been licked by a cow.
The next second, a straight punch landed squarely on Barty Crouch's face, breaking Crouch's nose.
"You gave the order, didn't you? You're quite proud of yourself, Crouch!" Sirius shook his hand, then kicked Crouch in the stomach again.
Seeing that Barty Crouch had taken a punch and a kick, the wizard beside the Chief reacted and rushed forward to stop Sirius Black from getting violent.
But before anyone could get close, Belvina had already stepped past Barty Crouch and blocked their way.
"I'll ask you one more time, who just ordered the attack on Harry Potter?" Belvina's eyes turned icy. "Who wanted to use the Ministry of Magic to kill Harry Potter? Who was it?"
During the foggy time, a noisy murmur arose in front of the open space.