HP Dawn Night

Blaise's prediction was definitely correct. When Potter put one leg on the wall of the box and Ron Weasley made a gesture of diving, Draco almost slid off his seat laughing. He suffered a hard blow from the snake-headed stick.

The final result of the game was - Klum caught the Snitch, but the Bulgarian team lost.

This should all be attributed to the brave chasers of the Irish team. Although the defeated Bulgarian players did not look very good when they walked into the box, the enthusiastic audience expressed their appreciation to them with cheers and applause.The atmosphere of the audience reached its climax when the Irish team took over the trophy.Cheers, screams and thunderous applause hit the small private room deafeningly.

"This is really an unexpected ending." Blaise said loudly, clapping his hands.Cruise looked embarrassed, standing with his dejected team members, still clutching the Golden Snitch.

"Barely," Draco looked at his idol regretfully, "but he's still a top-notch Seeker," he said to himself.

"Yes, did you see his Ronsky feint? It's so handsome."

Finally, the Irish team left the box and rode a broom around the field.It was the perfect ending to the Quidditch World Cup final.

As we left the gymnasium with the crowd, a witch rushed up and stopped my mother:

"Miss Watson, Miss Watson."

"Oh, Mrs. Meyer." Mom hugged the French witch, "I didn't expect you to come to the World Cup."

"That's right. I saw you just now, and I hurried after you." Mrs. Meyer warmly invited, "There is a small party in our tent tonight, would you like to honor it?"

Mom hesitated, and Aunt Narcissa nodded at her.Mom turned back: "Of course, Mrs. Meyer. I hope you brought the best fruit sparkling wine this time."

Mom and the French witch went hand in hand.I asked Aunt Narcissa, "Who is Mrs. Meyer?"

"Of course it's your mother's friend and business partner in France. She gave you a custom-made dress a year or two ago, remember?"

"I remember." I nodded, but it was a pity that Lockhart forcibly pulled me over to take a photo with me when I wore that gorgeous dress for the first time.

Uncle Lucius and Aunt Narcissa lead us back.Rough singing was heard in the night sky, and leprechauns kept flying above their heads, waving their lanterns and rattling and laughing.

"Are you hungry?" In the open space in front, there were some vendors pushing small carts selling special food, and Draco and I felt really hungry.

"You can go shopping by yourself, or you can play in the woods for a while, and we will come back here to find you later." Uncle Lucius simply explained.

Of course, Draco and I don't want to go back to the tent so early, not to mention that we might meet some classmates when we go out to play now.

"There's an ice cream truck over there."

"and this!"

Who doesn't love Hungarian goulash and spicy ice cream?Draco and I made three laps along the busiest roads and found that the original idea of ​​celebrating the evening was gone, and now I really longed for a cup of hot cocoa and a warm bed.

"Let's go back to the tent, Draco." I yawned.

"But Mom and Dad told us to wait for them in the woods," Draco said, looking around. "Where did that guy Blaise go? He disappeared as soon as the game was over."

"Who knows, he disappeared just like a fish in the water." I tried my best, "Well, there are still people selling refreshing lemon juice there, I hope it can really refresh you."

It turns out that what the peddler said was true.The lemon juice adds enough mint and peppers, and I wake up immediately after just one sip.

"We can still go there - what happened?"

Something seems a little off.The singing in the distance suddenly stopped, and there were faint screams and the sound of people running in panic.

"Is it a new trick for the leprechauns?" I asked.The people around didn't seem to be aware of the subtle changes, they were still immersed in the atmosphere of singing and dancing.

Suddenly, the edge of the camp sent a shrieking, green flash into the sky.In an instant, several bonfires suddenly went out strangely.Loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts all moved towards us.

"Go back to the woods!" Draco reacted quickly and led me to run towards the woods along the original road. Behind us came a green flash that illuminated everything. Sensing something was wrong, they screamed, accompanied by the cries of children.

"Draco, Draco, look!" The last time I turned around, I saw a group of wizards moving slowly across the field.They were huddled together, each pointing their wands upward, and pushing forward together.

The problem is, they're all hooded and masked.Above their heads, four struggling figures were manipulated like puppets, twisted into weird shapes.

"It's Knight Volpes." Draco whispered, panicked people ran from us into the woods by the light of the remaining bonfire, and it was obvious that even some people didn't know who came, But also felt an unusual danger.

"Let's go." Cold sweat oozes from the palm of my hand, I think Draco's hand bones may be broken by my pinching. The team of □□ is constantly growing, they wantonly destroy the tents on the roadside, and burst into crazy laughter.A figure floating in the air was turned upside down, and the pajamas fell down, revealing a lot of gaudy panties.

I don’t know when the lanterns that illuminate the road have been extinguished. We hurried into the woods, found a hidden position, and continued to observe the chaos on the field through the gaps in the trees.

"They won't hurt us," Draco whispered emphatically.

"That's right." I watched the first team, and some people rushed towards them, I think they should be the staff of the Ministry of Magic.

"Aunt Margaret and Blaise will be fine." Draco stared anxiously at the group.I reached out and patted his back.

At this time, more people took refuge in the woods, anxiety and nervousness were spreading, children were distressed, and dark figures were stumbling.There was something called fear in the cold air, and even though the formidable forces in the camp didn't hurt us, I still felt a little uneasy.

"Oops!" Someone stepped on my foot in the dark, and the person who stepped on me seemed to have tripped over a tree root unfortunately, and he fell to the ground and let out a painful cry.

"What's going on?" A familiar figure stood up, and Draco and I looked at each other, "Ron, where are you? Oh, we're so stupid - fluorescent flashes!"

A blue light illuminated a small area in front of us, and not far from us, Ron Weasley fell to the ground.He got up angrily:

"Tripped over a tree root."

"Hmph, with feet like that, it's hard not to trip." Draco sneered.

Weasley made a very gross expletive to Draco, and Draco didn't take offense: "Speak cleanly," he said, his pale eyes gleaming in the night, "I think you'd better hurry up." Time to run away! You don't want her to be discovered, do you?"

He nodded to Granger, and at that moment there was a loud bang from the camp, like a bomb being dropped, and a green light instantly illuminated the trees around them.

"Are you scared?" I shook my head slightly, "It's too late to escape now."

"What do you mean?" Granger asked, glaring at Draco.

"Granger, they're looking for Muggles." Draco said sincerely in an instructive tone, "Would you like to show your underpants in mid-air? If you want, just stay here...they Coming this way, we can all have a good laugh."

"Hermione's a witch," Potter growled angrily.

"Whatever you want, Potter." Draco smiled. "If you think they can't recognize the Mudblood, just stay here."

"Be careful what you say!" Weasley shouted.

"Shut up, what you just said is much worse than this." I scolded.Weasley took a step forward, and I guess he was considering whether to beat me and Draco up.

"Ignore him, Ron," Granger said hastily.

"Let him come, Granger, and we won't have to see him at Hogwarts in the fall," I said coldly.

"Shh, Vio, don't be impatient, or maybe the red mole will really come and bite you." Draco waved his hand.

There was a sudden bang from the other side of the woods, louder than anything they had ever heard.Several people nearby screamed, and Draco laughed softly.

"Too easily spooked, these people, aren't they?" he said languidly. "I suppose your dad told you to hide? What's he going to do—get those Muggles out?"

"Where are your parents?" said Potter, furiously. "Over there, masked, aren't they?"

Draco was still smiling: "I said... even if they were like that, I wouldn't want to tell you, would I, Potter?"

"Oh, come on," Granger said, giving us a disgusted look, "let's go find someone else."

"Keep that big hairy head of yours down, Granger," Draco sneered.

Granger dragged Potter and Weasley away without a word.I flinched, only to realize that it seemed to be getting colder and colder.

"Cold?" Draco asked suddenly.

"A little bit," I said.

Draco smiled slightly: "I won't take off the cloak for you."

Me: "...then what are you asking!"

"But I can share it with you." Draco said, shaking off the cloak and putting it on me.

"Huh... it's much warmer this way." I reached out and wanted to hug Draco like I did when I was a child, but unexpectedly found that I was no longer as tall as his shoulders.

Draco patted my head: "You can lean on me and sleep for a while. But I think Mom and Dad will come to us after a while."

The author has something to say:

Volpes Knight is just the early name of the Death Eaters. 233 Is it a bug for Hermione to use the wand here?Or was the Ministry of Magic too busy to take care of her...?