[HP] The Last Demon King

Aritins was really worried that Arthur would lose control of his anger and run off to trouble the Weasleys, but there was no time for him to do so. A large, round-cheeked man with short blond hair began to speak, and he The voice spread throughout the gymnasium through the amplifying spell: "Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to come! Welcome to watch the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

"Who is he?" Eridins asked.

"Ludo Bagman, the director of the Department of Magical Sports, he played Quidditch on behalf of the United Kingdom before, and was a batsman for the Wimbledon Hornets, but then he became old and went to the Department of Magical Sports." Arthur added: "It's a crazy man who is on good terms with the Weasleys... Well, it turns out that he must have helped get Weasley's tickets, which is against the rules," he said viciously.

It was hard to imagine that Arthur would call someone "unruly" one day, and in Eridins' opinion no one could be more unruly.

At this time, the mascots of the Bulgarian national team appeared. They were a hundred beautiful women, but they were unlikely to be human women.

"It's Veela," said Arthur in a contemptuous tone.

In fact, without Arthur telling her, Eridins also recognized that it was a Veela. Although the current director of the Department of Magical Sports was not included in the books she was reading, there were various magical creatures.

After the veela danced, the scene became chaotic for a while. Everyone didn’t want the veela to leave. Many people were crazy as if possessed by a demon, but the mascot of the Irish national team immediately saved the situation. Glittering gold coins were sprinkled in the middle of the night. These gold coins from leprechauns would disappear in a few hours. They were not real gold coins, but even so, people still took great pleasure in snatching them. Dropped a gold coin that fell on her clothes, and let a child next to her quickly put it into her pocket.

After the players and referees from both sides appeared on the field, the game officially started. Although Eridins was not interested in Quidditch, she still watched the game seriously.

"Fool!" Arthur yelled when the Irish Seeker Lynch, caught by Krum's feint, couldn't brake and slammed into the ground, his voice was immediately drowned out by the moans around him. .

Because Lin Qi was seriously injured, the game was suspended once, and the on-field doctor rushed to Lin Qi who was bleeding profusely. When he was able to ride the rocket crossbow again, the game restarted.

Arthur kept yelling, and he wanted to rush into the stadium immediately. After some time, when Arthur's yelling became hoarse, the game was over.

The scoreboard flashed, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, Ireland won, but it was Krum of Bulgaria who caught the Snitch.

As far as Eridins saw, Krum was indeed a highly skilled player. His flying skills were better than any other player on the field. No wonder the most sold by hawkers outside were Krum's sugar figurines.

After the game, Eridins and Arthur followed the crowd out of the stadium and returned to their camp.

"Go back to your room to rest, lock the door, and don't come out if you have nothing to do." Arthur said in a slightly hoarse voice, and he took out a few bottles of whiskey from the kitchen and drank it himself.

Aridins obediently returned to her room, locked the door, and began to take a bath.

After coming out of the bathroom with wet hair, Eridins heard voices outside.

"...I plan to go to Albania next week, and there are rumors that he is there now." Arthur was speaking.

"Just you?" said a man's voice that Eridins had never heard.

"The news is not accurate. I'm going to investigate when I get there. It's more convenient to have one person—if you're interested, of course I won't refuse. One more person is more powerful."

After a while, the male voice replied: "I am very willing to dedicate my strength to... him, Arthur. But my situation is not convenient for traveling... You know, the Travers family is only me now I am alone, and the family affairs are all handled by me alone."

"Well, I won't force it." Arthur said with disappointment in his voice, "Maybe Lucius will be willing to go to Albania with me, he is the Dark Lord's confidant."

"I really want to go, but..." the male voice said with apprehension and timidity.

"Okay, okay, I know, I won't say more to the Dark Lord." Arthur interrupted him impatiently.

After a while, the voices disappeared, only the distant noise outside the tent and the sound of wine bottles hitting the table outside the room. Suddenly, a burst of footsteps came towards Eridins' room.

"Eridins," Arthur called from the door. "Are you asleep?"

Eridins waited for a few seconds before opening the door. Arthur stood outside the door, his face was drunk, but his eyes sparkled with excitement: "Listen, I'll go out for a while, you stay in the tent , don't go anywhere, understand?" He emphasized: "It may be chaotic outside for a while, remember, don't go out—"

Not long after Arthur left, there was indeed a commotion outside. Unlike the clamor that was obviously celebrating before, the commotion outside now consisted of screaming and running.

Eridins subconsciously wanted to go out to have a look, but remembering Arthur's warning, she stopped in her tracks.

Not long after, Malfoy's shout suddenly came from outside the tent.

"Arridins! Eri—"

Aridins walked to the door of the tent, and Malfoy was visibly relieved to see her figure: "I'm really worried that you're going to join in the fun."

Only then did Eridins have a chance to see what was happening outside. Several tents caught fire for unknown reasons and were burning in the darkness. She vaguely saw a group of black figures advancing on the road, floating above the black crowd. Looking at four crooked figures, two adults and two children, one of whom Eridins recognized as the Muggle administrator Roberts, as they passed a burning tent, the flames lighting up the black crowd, they were united. Wearing hoods and masks on their faces, the black cloak made them look like a whole in the dark; the firelight also illuminated the appearance and expressions of the four people above their heads. It was probably the Roberts family. Drooping, the nightgown was turned over, revealing the colorful underpants inside, her face was mixed with horror and shame, her eyes were wide open, tears kept flowing from them, next to her were people struggling and shouting needlessly Roberts, the two children turned their backs to Eridins, and could only see their limp necks tilted here and there.

"It's just Muggles they're after," Malfoy reassured, seeing Aridins staring at the heart of the drama.

He looked over at Selwyn's empty tent, and said, "I guess you might be alone—well, I am alone, and we can be company."

He went straight into the tent, and Eridins lowered the curtain of the tent.

"Are you full for dinner? I brought something, maybe you'll like it." Malfoy said while digging out something from the table, a corned beef sandwich, chocolate trifle, custard, and a small strawberry.

Eridins looked at his unremarkable pockets, wondering how he managed to stuff them all in.

Malfoy would be wrong, he said: "I just did it, I asked the elf to prepare it temporarily."

Eridins sat down and began eating her corned beef sandwich, still hot, and the sponge cake still fluffy and warm from the oven.

Although the laughter and screams outside the tent were still ringing, the inside of the tent became soft and quiet because of the aroma of food.

Malfoy was sitting across from Eridins, his hand resting on his chin, looking at her as if he was amused.

When Aridins was about to eat, a more intense panic erupted outside the tent. Malfoy frowned and said to Aridins, "I'll go out and have a look."

Eridins got up from her chair too, and walked with him to the door of the tent, and they didn't have to go out to understand what had happened—a huge green skull was hanging high in the air, and a large boa constrictor emerged from the skull like a tongue. The skull protruded from the mouth, and the two hollow eyes of the skull shone with a green light, as if watching her.

Malfoy next to him took a step back.

"What's the matter?" Eridins glanced at him, and then looked at the skull in the air: "It's just the Dark Mark, Voldemort's mark."

Malfoy immediately broke the line with a wave of his hand, and he took Eridins' arm and whispered nervously, "Don't call him that - you can call him the Dark Lord, but don't call him by his first name. "

Eridins turned her back and took a few steps inside, taking the opportunity to use a cleansing spell a few times. When she turned around, Malfoy was still looking at the Dark Mark outside with a hint of longing or something in his expression. Yearn for.

After a while, he lowered the curtain and reluctantly returned to the tent.

After a while, Arthur came back. He was wearing a black robe. As soon as he entered the tent, he took off his hood and mask. With undiminished enthusiasm on his face, he looked into the tent suspiciously. The extra person said, "Why are you here, Draco?"

"I've come to see Eridins, Uncle Arthur," said Malfoy.

"Oh, so...thank you, Draco." Suddenly, Arthur said kindly to Malfoy: "You should go back quickly, your father and mother have already gone back, they should be anxious if they can't find you. "

"Okay, I'll go back now." Malfoy said goodbye to Arthur politely, then looked at Eridins, and nodded to her: "I'm leaving, remember to write to me."