Chapter 145 Reappearance of the corpse
And now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome to - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I introduce - Dimi Troff!
A figure in red on a broomstick flew into the arena through a portal below, so fast it was impossible to see. He won rapturous applause from the Bulgarian supporters.
Ivanova!
A second figure in a bright red robe whized out.
Zoglav! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Next - Krum!
It's him, it's him! cried Ron, following Krum through his panoculars. Harry hastened to point his own telescope at him as well.
Viktor Krum was dark and thin, with sallow skin, a big hooked nose, and two thick black eyebrows, looking like a huge eagle. It's hard to believe he's only eighteen.
And now, welcome—the Irish National Quidditch Team! cried Bagman in a drawl, and here comes—Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley ! And—Lin Qi!
Seven fuzzy green figures flew towards the arena. Harry turned a small button on the side of the panoramic binoculars, slowed down the movements of the players, and saw clearly that Firebolt was printed on their broomsticks. They all had their names etched in silver thread on their backs.
And our referee today, the well-respected president of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, who flew all the way from Egypt!
It was a small, lean wizard striding down the field in robes of pure gold to match the stadium.
He was completely bald on the top of his head, but he had a beard to rival Hagrid's. A silver whistle was seen protruding from under his beard.
He carried a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.
Harry turned the panorama back to normal speed,
Watch Mustafa mount his broomstick and kick the crate out of the way—four balls shoot into the air at once: a bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and the very A tiny, winged Snitch.
Harry caught a glimpse of it before it flew away without a trace.
Musta whistled and followed the balls into the air...
Wait, what is that! Harry suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something flying towards us in the distant sky, Look, what is that?
Although everyone focused on the playing field, as the flying things got closer, it was difficult for them not to pay attention.
... Why would Buckbeak... oh my god! It's Maca! Hermione screamed in surprise.
Quidditch... Actually, I like it quite a bit, said Maca, who was riding on Buckbeak, calmly. It's a very relaxing sport.
As he was talking, he suddenly shouted behind him: Follow up! We should say hello to these friends from all over the world!
After speaking, Maca jumped up and jumped into the air on Buckbeak's back. With a flick of his right wand, a broom quickly flew under him.
He slapped Buckbeak, and the smart hippo turned around immediately, and flew away from the scene before the Ministry of Magic had time to react.
Maca took the lead and rushed into the World Cup match scene on a broom.
The players in Bulgaria and Ireland were caught off guard, and Maca steered his broomstick to fly left and right like a butterfly, drawing several arcs in mid-air.
Among the Quidditch players belonging to the national teams of the two countries, he unscrupulously showed off his flying skills, drawing the attention of all the audience to himself.
The referee Mustafa blew his silver whistle vigorously, and the order maintainers of the Ministry of Magic were also hurriedly closing in, but Maca suddenly turned over and rose into the air, and the sudden high speed blew his robes into pieces. ring.
When he reached an extremely high position, the professional players were shocked by the sudden deceleration. I saw him turn around again, and suddenly copy with his right hand...
...Snitch! Golden Snitch!
In the originally silent auditorium, someone suddenly yelled such a sentence, and the audience suddenly boiled.
Although the sudden change surprised everyone, but Maca's series of flying movements like flowing clouds and flowing water made these fanatical Quidditch fans forget about anything.
Either way, wizards are always paranoid and unreasonable... Maca muttered in a low voice, then suddenly shook her head, Isn't that including myself?
He held out his wand and tapped it lightly on his throat.
The voice is loud!
Good evening, fellow wizards from all over the world! Maca's voice suddenly exploded on the field, resounding throughout the field, I believe this is sudden, but the game is over!
He raised the golden snitch in his hand, and continued, Of course, today...
Although the audience in the stands were curiously listening to what he had to say, the people from the Ministry of Magic obviously would not be indifferent to this.
For a while, many people gathered around on spare brooms.
But those ex-Death Eaters brought out by him from Azkaban were naturally not vegetarians. As far as their madness was concerned, it was far from what Lucius, who cared about being wise and safe, could compare with.
When Bellatrix's wand released a miserable green light, the audience finally became commotion, but the Ministry of Magic did not dare to act rashly.
With a flick of his wand, Maca pulled the Ministry employee Bellatrix was targeting a few feet away, and the Avada Kedavra fell through.
What are you doing! Bellatrix screamed furiously.
Shut up. Maca said coldly, Stay behind and don't move around.
You— Whoa!
An invisible blade brushed past Bellatrix's ear, and nearly half of her long, disheveled hair was cut off—this control made her shut her mouth immediately.
The aim of this wand is a bit...almost cut off her head. Maca retracted her wand and turned her back, twitching the corners of her mouth secretly.
It was just an accident just now, I guarantee that no one will lose their life today, Maca continued, I think everyone still doesn't know who I am, so let me introduce myself first——
I'm Maca McClain, a student at Hogwarts—well, or, it used to be. But now, I officially announce that I'm leaving Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Witchcraft... because of that This place makes me chill!
Hogwarts didn't stand up for me when I was framed as a murderer; Hogwarts didn't stand up for me when I was sent to Azkaban by the British Ministry of Magic; When I was alone and trembling among the dementors, when I was puzzled and silently bearing the trumped-up charges, Hogwarts still didn't stand up for me!
The auditorium, which was originally chaotic, gradually quieted down amidst Maka's sad narration. Many people have noticed the massive amount of information hidden in it.
Yes, everyone should be very interested—how did I get framed as a murderer? Maca squeezed out a smile, I believe everyone should still remember the Sirius Black who is still at large?
But unfortunately, he is not a criminal, he was also framed!
The situation of Sirius is too special. His escape from prison was once aroused, but now, some people actually say that he is innocent and framed?
What happened?
Catch him! Catch them! They're escapees from Azkaban! There's another escape from Azkaban!
Suddenly, Fudge, the Minister of Magic standing on the highest stand, suddenly shouted, his tone distorted by tension and fear.
Maca turned his head, and he could see that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and other acquaintances were all looking at him in astonishment, with unbelievable gleams in their eyes.
Maca smiled at them with difficulty, and then looked at Fudge coldly. And those people from the Ministry of Magic heard the minister's order and rushed towards Maca bravely.
Maca cooperated with the Death Eaters to counterattack and suppress. Under Maca's powerful spell, the original situation of the Ministry of Magic with many versus few stabilized.
But the number of people in the Ministry of Magic is still increasing, and many people are coming from afar. The current situation seems to collapse soon.
But he saw Maca's wand waved violently, his eyes were staring straight ahead, a huge phantom of a skull suddenly appeared from the tip of his wand, and rushed straight towards the formation of the Ministry of Magic middle.
Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of dumpling-like falls—most of them had already been hit directly into their souls, and they lost their minds without making a sound.
Minister Fudge, do you still want to use violence to cover up the truth? Could it be that you are so worried about losing your position as Minister of Magic?
You nonsense! I—
Fudge's words were interrupted by Maca.
Everyone in the audience, let me repeat again - today, no one will lose their life! And I just want to expose all of this! I want everyone to know, let everyone remember, and let everyone be vigilant !
...Because, no one can tell, whether the next scapegoat will be you!
Just before Maca finished speaking, several light clusters shot up into the sky outside the arena, exploded in the sky, and turned into emerald green skulls with snake heads spitting out.
...It's finally started. Maca looked at the Dark Marks calmly, with a faint light shining in his eyes.
