Chapter 233 Quidditch World Cup

After leaving the Dursleys' house, Sirius took Harry to a suburban villa on a broomstick.

“You bought a house in Little Whinging?!”

Seeing such a luxurious single-family villa in front of him, Harry looked at Sirius beside him in surprise.

"Yeah, I originally wanted to buy a house on Privet Drive, but I couldn't find a tenant willing to sell it." Sirius jumped off the broomstick and said casually.

"Thinking about it this way, it's actually quite good when I'm wanted. At least I can use the Confusion Curse on those Muggles without any psychological barriers. That would be much more convenient."

He rummaged in his pocket, then shrugged, "I can't find the key, forget it..."

"Alohomora opens."

Harry stared blankly at Sirius's movements and asked in a low voice: "Sirius... tell me the truth, did you really buy this villa yourself?"

"What are you thinking about?" Sirius laughed and said, "I have just lifted the wanted order, so I am not that worried about it. What's more, I don't lack such a little money at all!"

As he said that, he turned his head and shouted into the house: "Kreacher, has this house been tidied up?"

A bald-headed, fierce-looking house elf came out of the house.

"It's been packed, Master Sirius." Kreacher replied, and then he muttered in a low voice: "The prodigal Master Sirius has just come back and wants to use the family property that Master Regulus finally recovered..."

"Not only did he buy an expensive but useless broken broom for outsiders, he also bought an old Muggle house at a premium. Sooner or later, the Black family's fortune will be wiped out by him..."

Although Kreacher was mumbling in a low voice, his mumbling voice was just loud enough for both Sirius and Harry to hear.

Harry's expression was a little stiff, and he glanced at Sirius awkwardly, thinking about whether to return the Firebolt to Sirius... but he really liked that broom and was a little reluctant to part with it.

And Sirius's face suddenly darkened.

"Kreacher, I am the ultimate heir to all the Black family property!" He said to Kreacher with a straight face, "I spend my own money to buy things for my godson, what's the problem?"

"There is no problem." Kreacher glanced at Sirius and then muttered, "That's why I'm worried that sooner or later the Black family's fortune will be ruined by Master Sirius's indifferent mentality."

"Um...Sirius, I don't know the situation in your family, why don't you just get rid of the Firebolt?" Harry asked in a low voice.

"Don't pay attention to him. This house elf is always against me!" Sirius felt a little embarrassed and drove Kreacher out with gritted teeth. "After cleaning up, leave as soon as possible and go find your Master Regulus. Bar!"

After Kreacher disapparated and left, until Harry and Sirius entered the living room together, Harry was still debating whether to persuade Sirius to give away the house and the broom.

"Sirius, actually I don't have to use the Firebolt. I can win the Quidditch Cup with Sweep Seven Stars..." Harry finally made a decision and said to Sirius resolutely.

"You really don't need to care about what Kreacher is saying..." Sirius glanced at Harry helplessly, "I'm really not short of money, but that house elf has been with my mother since he was a child. Like her, she has always looked down upon me, a traitor to the Black family."

"You know, Harry, I am the only Gryffindor in the Black family. This is tantamount to betrayal in their eyes. If I were not the only heir in our family in the end, the family property would never be passed on. In my hand..."

"But didn't that house elf just say... that you have a younger brother?" Harry asked doubtfully.

Sirius fell silent.

"This matter is a bit complicated. In short, everyone thinks that Regulus is dead...or in other words, he is really dead." He said softly, "With the help of Dracula, he is alive again. Come back, but the family property has been passed on to me."

"Back from the dead?!" Harry opened his mouth in shock.

"It can't be counted as resurrected from the dead, but it's not too far off." Sirius's arrogant eyes were vaguely mixed with a look of conviction, "I have to say that your Professor Dracula is really a very powerful person. People."

Harry nodded heartily.

Although Professor Dracula looks unreliable looking for fun, loafing around and doing nothing all day long, many of his inadvertent actions will bring great shock to the students.

"Okay, let's not mention those complicated things." Sirius shook his head and dropped the topic, "Instead of discussing those things, it is better to think about who will win the Quidditch World Cup this year."

"Arthur and I have already discussed it. When the time comes, the two of us will go to Wes' house and go to the Quidditch World Cup finals with them."

As a Quidditch fan, Harry immediately diverted his attention.

"That would be great!" He jumped up in anticipation, "I've been thinking about it all summer, and Ron told me a long time ago that Mr. Weasley could get tickets for the event from the Ministry of Magic."

"Yes, it's for the top box!" Sirius looked a little regretful, "I originally wanted to buy a few tickets for you in person, but it seems I won't have to..."

"That's good, it saves Kreacher from complaining about your spending money." Harry laughed.

"Forget it, he can find a way to ridicule me no matter what." Sirius shrugged.

"By the way," he suddenly moved his eyes and asked, "Does your Professor Dracula like Quidditch? He has helped my brother and I a lot, and I think I should give him some gifts."

"Um... maybe you don't like it very much?" Harry thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head, "It seems that Professor Dracula doesn't go to the Quidditch field just to watch the game, he just wants to watch our game. It’s time to have fun.”

"Is this so..." Sirius fell into thought.

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At the same time, Dracula, who was being talked about by Sirius and Harry, was sitting in the most luxurious exclusive booth in the White Dragon Bar in Knockturn Alley, enjoying a leisurely drink.

Opposite Dracula sat a pale man with blond hair, whose expression looked particularly anxious.

"Professor Dracula, I have completely fallen to your side. You must help me!" Lucius's body moved around, fidgeting, as if there were thorns on the soft luxurious cushions in the compartment. It's like stabbing him.

"Don't move around here, I look upset." Dracula raised his eyes and glared at him, then continued to taste the wine in the goblet in his hand.

Lucius indeed calmed down and did not dare to move any more, but his breathing still seemed a little rapid.

After leisurely tasting the wine in the glass, Dracula gently placed the goblet on the table and looked directly at Lucius.

"Tell me, Lucius, why are you so anxious to come to me this time?" Dracula asked casually.

Lucius didn't say anything more, but opened the sleeve of his left arm, revealing a red skull mark, and a large python emerged from the skull's mouth, as if extending a stick. Tongue.

"Professor Dracula, the Dark Mark has become clear again recently." He said uneasily, "When I first discovered it a few days ago, I thought it was an illusion, but in the past two days, this mark has even become clearer. There are signs of fever..."

"You should know what this means!"

Dracula's expression became a little more solemn, and he looked at the mark that had caused countless disturbances in the magic world and brought endless fear.

"I remember the last time in the bunker you Death Eaters built for him, didn't Voldemort actively burn his own soul?" he asked softly.

"That's right, I thought the era of the Dark Lord was over." Lucius's lips trembled, and a few drops of cold sweat dripped down his forehead, "It was true in the beginning, the Dark Mark almost disappeared. …”

"But starting from this summer, every day, the marks will become a little clearer. Today, it is no worse than during the war!"

Looking at Lucius's face covered in cold sweat, and then looking at the extremely clear Dark Mark on his left arm, Dracula's eyes flashed with solemnity.

Voldemort has actively burned his soul. Even if there are Horcruxes, he can retain a remnant soul that is worse than a wandering soul, but his power has indeed been weakened to the limit.

As of now, less than two years have passed since Voldemort spontaneously ignited. In theory, it is still far from the time when he can recover.

A few months ago, Dracula might still be confused.

But now, he could judge one thing with certainty: Voldemort really borrowed the power of the so-called God of Death!

"So when you come to me now, do you already have any ideas?" Dracula asked.

"Yes, I do have an idea...but, I need to ask for your opinion." Lucius said awkwardly.

"Tell me about it," Dracula said.

"Ahem..." Lucius coughed twice and said cautiously, "Professor Dracula, in fact, you know... the Dark Lord is now treating me, and even those of us who are not imprisoned in Azkaban. The disciples are not very trusting."

"That's natural. It's strange that he can trust you." Dracula sneered, "Although Voldemort is a bit stupid, he is not completely a fool."

Regarding Dracula's comments about Voldemort, Lucius did not dare to say anything more. He could only lower his head as if he had not heard it, and then continued to explain his thoughts.

"Yes, we are indeed not worthy of trust, so we must take some actions to gain trust." He said, "We all know that the most annoying thing about the Dark Lord is that after he lost power, those of us who preserved our freedom The Death Eaters made no attempt to find him..."

"So, before the Dark Lord summons us with the Dark Mark, we can make some appearances in advance to show that the Death Eaters are still active. We have not forgotten him and have not stopped looking for him."

After Lucius finished speaking, he looked at Dracula with a guilty conscience, fearing that he would think he was taking the opportunity to make some small move.

"Do you think you can regain Voldemort's trust just like this?" Dracula didn't care whether Lucius was making small moves, but he felt that his plan was a bit self-deceptive, so he glanced at him sideways.

"Of course not, but at least we can have something to say when facing the Dark Lord." Lucius said, "He must be eager to hire people now, and he will not take action against us without a good reason."

"That's an interesting statement." Dracula thought for a moment, then raised his lips, "Are you sure you can convince other Death Eaters to act with you?"

"Their ideas should be similar to mine." Lucius said, "Now we only need a leader. I think I can get this position, and I will be more confident in front of the Dark Lord."

"It seems that you have already thought about it." Dracula chuckled softly, picked up the wine bottle and added a glass of wine to himself, "What is the specific method?"

"I want to start a riot in the name of Death Eaters at the upcoming Quidditch World Cup." Lucius took a deep breath and gritted his teeth.

"If things get out of control then, Professor Dracula, I hope you can help me control the situation!"

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Obviously, the Weiss family, Harry, and Sirius were unaware of the upcoming "planned" riot.

On the day of the Quidditch World Cup final, they woke up early and used portkeys to reach the campsites around the Quidditch pitch.

There were hundreds of grotesque tents here, rising gently up a large expanse of ground that stretched toward the dark woods above the horizon.

There were so many wizards coming to watch the Quidditch World Cup final that the Ministry of Magic had to implement "portkey landing planning and management" for them to prevent teams using different portkeys from colliding together and causing major traffic accidents.

The Weiss family was unlucky. They were assigned a portkey landing time of 5:07 in the morning, so they had to wait for several hours in this campsite until the Quidditch match officially started.

Of course, there were more people who had arrived earlier than Weiss and his family, and some of them had already spent the night at the campsite.

Mr. Weasley proudly explained this year's Quidditch World Cup to the little wizards along the way, telling them that the World Cup stadium can accommodate 100,000 spectators.

Of course, the price is that the five hundred staff of the Ministry of Magic have been busy for a whole year!

"Fudge did not handle matters related to Sirius and Buckbeak well and received many complaints. In addition, he was eager to get rid of his early image as Dumbledore's yes-man, so he had long wanted to make a big news. .”

Mr. Weasley said.

Then, he looked mysteriously at a few young wizards who were still in school, "Not only this, there is another event that is equally important, and it is closely related to you!"

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