I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Chapter 231 When the troublesome Death Eater encounters Dumbledore

The way back was bustling with people, everyone was discussing today's game excitedly. Everyone thought it was the most exciting game since the Quidditch World Cup was held, and the Bulgarian team was still glorious in defeat - of course, the glory was limited to Krum, and most people thought that the other members of the Bulgarian team were not glorious.

Krum should be careful not to develop resentment that is atavistic, otherwise his fans will purify and crystallize it, and his reputation will be affected.

After squeezing back into their residence, no one wanted to sleep. George suggested going to a nearby stall to buy some snacks, which was unanimously agreed by everyone. Dumbledore eagerly expressed his desire for a cup of hot cocoa milk.

"It is extremely cold at night. I hope you can understand the poor health of an old man." Dumbledore said while sniffing.

He was probably pretending. Louis didn't believe that he was afraid of the cold. He was just greedy.

He was not the only one who was greedy. When Emma heard that there was hot cocoa milk to drink, she obviously couldn't sit still either.

Yes, who doesn’t want a cup of hot cocoa milk?

While eating snacks, everyone did not forget to discuss today's game enthusiastically. Everyone seemed very satisfied and agreed that it was a visual feast.

Louis always felt like he had forgotten something important, but after thinking for a long time he couldn't remember what he had forgotten, so he simply gave up thinking about it.

They were still discussing eagerly while eating. Charlie was still arguing with his father, Mr. Weasley, about the issue of fouls. Both of them were so angry that their faces turned red and neither of them was willing to give in. In the end, Ginny dozed off and spilled the hot cocoa all over the floor. Mr. Weasley then ordered everyone to go to bed and go home tomorrow morning.

It was still noisy outside, but Louis's house was of good quality, so no noise from outside could be heard at all. Ron and Harry were lying on the bed, still thinking about the game just now, and they obviously had no intention of sleeping.

Harry was so excited that all he could think about was Krum's Wronski feint. He was dying to get on his own broomstick and try out the Wronski feint in practice. He could see himself playing for England in the World Cup in robes with his name printed on the back, and hearing a hundred thousand people chanting his name while Ludo Bagman's voice echoed through the stadium, "The trophy is yours, Potter!"

In the twins' room, the two also did not sleep. The room was as bright as day, but it was shining with golden light - piles of gold coins were piled in the room. The Weasley twins sat on both sides of the gold coins and kept counting them. They had very excited faces and had no intention of sleeping at all. They had to count all the gold coins in front of them before they would stop.

It should be stated that they both already knew how many gold coins there were, but they still had to count them all to feel satisfied.

Louis was reading a book in his room, a book about arcane magic given to him by Chromie, written by Magna Aegwynn. Catherine sat next to him, and Ye Ziyan sat on the other side to accompany him in reading, which was quite like a red-sleeved lady adding to the beauty of the family.

It's not a good thing that the house is too soundproof, because no one noticed that the lively noise outside had turned into a terrifying noisy sound.

People outside were running around the camp, as if trying to avoid something that was moving toward them in the camp. It was flashing strangely and making popping noises like gunshots. Loud jeers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts were also moving toward them, and then a strong green light flashed, illuminating the entire camp.

A group of wizards huddled together, each with their wands pointed upward, moved forward together, slowly moving across the field. These people seemed to have no faces... well, they had hoods on their heads and masks on their faces.

Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into all kinds of strange shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers and the ones above them were marionettes, controlled by invisible strings that emerged from magic wands and rose into the air.

Someone shouted "Death Eaters!" and the whole camp was instantly in an uproar. The wizards wished their parents had given them two more legs and ran frantically into the woods.

At this time, Louis and his group were sleeping soundly, except Dumbledore and Grindelwald.

The two old men went downstairs to the restaurant and prepared something to eat for Qiu Feng.

Coincidentally, the Death Eaters also walked to the edge of the building.

"Why is there a building here?" asked a female voice.

The masked Death Eater beside her smiled strangely and said, "It seems to be a wizard who is not short of money. We might as well go in and take a look. We can borrow some money from them and make a small contribution to the great cause of the master."

"Okay, Dolphin, Selwyn, you two go and take a look." A male voice behind him ordered.

Two Death Eaters wearing black robes and skull masks walked to the door, looked at each other, cast an unlocking spell, and pushed the door open, just in time to see two old men who were about to go back upstairs.

Dumbledore still had a macaron in his mouth. When he heard the door open behind him, he turned around and looked at the two uninvited guests.

There was no way. Dumbledore's appearance was too iconic. In the wizarding world, everyone from Ireland to China knew him. The moment he turned around, the two Death Eaters recognized his identity.

"Sorry to bother you." The two said quickly, turned around and slipped away at lightning speed.

Dumbledore hadn't reacted yet. He felt that the outfit in front of him was very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

But what is certain is that the person wearing this is definitely not a good person.

"Are all you British dark wizards so rude?" Grindelwald looked at Dumbledore and asked a soul-searching question.

Dumbledore shrugged and said that it was the first time he had seen such an impolite dark wizard.

He didn't even say hello, how rude of him... I must deduct points from Slytherin when I return to school!

The leader of the Death Eaters hadn't walked far when he saw Selwyn and the other man coming back. He couldn't help but ask unhappily, "What happened to you two? Why did you come back so soon?"

The two Death Eaters were breathing heavily, their foreheads covered with sweat. Selwyn stammered, "Dun, dun, dun... dun..."

"What? Can you tell me?" the Death Eater leader frowned and asked, "If you don't tell me, I'll watch it myself."

His "see for yourself" meant Legilimency. "It's Dumbledore!" Thorfinn answered quickly, "We saw Dumbledore in that house. Damn it, the intelligence was wrong. Dumbledore is here!"

"What? Are you sure?" The Death Eater leader was still a little unconvinced.

"I'm a fucking Hogwarts graduate. Do you think I know Dumbledore?" After saying this, Thorfinn turned into a puff of black smoke and slipped away.

The Death Eaters looked at each other. They were all afraid of death. They sent a retreat signal to the sky and turned into black smoke and fled.

A man's reputation is like the shadow of a tree. Dumbledore is the best medicine to stop children from crying at night in the Death Eaters' homes. Now that the Dark Lord has not been resurrected, only a fool would choose to confront Dumbledore head-on.

The two old men in the house looked at each other and felt that the two dark wizards were very strange, so they pushed the door open and looked, just in time to hear a spell in the woods.

"Morsmordre!"

A strong green light emerged from the woods and flew into the sky. It was a huge skeleton, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth like a tongue. The skeleton rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke. Against the backdrop of the dark night sky, it looked like some kind of performance art.

"It's the Dark Mark. The wizard just now should be a Death Eater." Dumbledore drew out his wand with a serious expression and said to Grindelwald, "Go wake everyone up. I will dispel this thing."

Shocking screams erupted in the woods. The Dark Mark was so terrifying that everyone realized its ominous nature. Most of the adult wizards present had experienced the terrifying period when Voldemort was rampant in the British wizarding world, and no one did not know what the mark represented.

Dumbledore pointed his wand toward the sky, and a circle of blue light spread rapidly with Dumbledore's wand as the center, like an atomic bomb explosion. At the same time, a huge and elegant phoenix flew out from the tip of his wand and rushed straight towards the Dark Mark in the sky.

The Dark Mark was like snow encountering the sun in the dog days of summer. It melted away without a trace the moment it came into contact with the Patronus Phoenix. Someone looked up and saw this iconic Patronus. He shouted excitedly like a man dying of thirst in the desert encountering a lake: "Dumbledore! It's Dumbledore!"

The people in the forest looked up, and through the gaps in the woods, everyone saw the guardian phoenix shining with blue and white light.

Then, a warm cheer broke out in the forest. Everyone was no longer as chaotic as before. Dumbledore's appearance instantly made them feel like they had a backbone.

Dumbledore is here! There is a clear sky! Dumbledore is here! There is salvation here!

The blue and white phoenix circled in the sky for a long time and did not disperse. Under the delighted gazes of the wizards, it actually spoke.

"Now please leave here in an orderly manner. The staff of the Ministry of Magic will find out the truth about this riot later."

No one knows where Dumbledore himself is now, but what everyone can be absolutely sure of is that Dumbledore's appearance represents the failure of the Death Eaters' action. At this time, the Dark Lord has not yet been resurrected, and the Death Eaters definitely do not have the courage to confront Dumbledore head-on.

The wizards felt reassured and began to leave in an orderly manner, calling on their friends.

At this time, Louis also came down from the second floor. He finally remembered what he had forgotten just now - the noise. He actually forgot such an interesting large-scale team-building activity for Death Eaters. It was really wrong.

Apparently, this fun has now been dealt with by Dumbledore, and the commotion here shouldn't cause any major problems.

Soon, everyone gathered downstairs, and then officials from the Ministry of Magic surrounded the place.

The word "encirclement" might not be appropriate. In any case, the leader Fudge looked a little unhappy. It should be said that he was quite conflicted - on the one hand, he was not willing to see Dumbledore gain another wave of reputation in this way. This was undoubtedly a blow to his prestige - on the other hand, Dumbledore solved an extremely difficult problem for him. Now he didn't know whether he should be glad or upset.

Standing next to Fudge was Barty Crouch, his face was also very serious, his neat moustache was twitching, and he didn't look that happy.

"The mark... yes, I saw the mark." Mr. Weasley ran downstairs while putting on his clothes, muttering: "Where did the mark come from? Where did it come from? Who saw it?"

"Over there," Dumbledore said, pointing to the woods. "But if they weren't stupid, they would have run away by now."

The wizards in the Ministry of Magic had absolute trust in Dumbledore's words - what a joke, how could the first white wizard of the modern era tell such a lie? They all raised their wands, turned around and pointed them at the woods over there, squinting their eyes to peek into the dark bushes.

After a while, the woods rustled, and then a wizard emerged from the bushes - the figure could not be seen clearly, but from the outline it could be seen that he seemed to be holding something.

"Stupefy!" More than twenty wizards shouted at the same time. A series of dazzling flashes appeared. The dark shadow saw the red light and lowered his head quickly to avoid the spells.

"Oh my God! Are you crazy!" the voice shouted, "Damn it, I'm Amos Diggory, can you please look down on Merlin's beard... If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have been murdered by you!"

He strode over, and everyone could see clearly what he was holding - a house-elf.

"I found a person in the woods, and it was holding a wand in its hand." Amos shouted, "No, it should be said that it is a house elf."

He walked over and placed the elf in front of Barty Crouch.

Mr. Crouch stood motionless, his eyes fixed on Winky lying on the ground, as if he was about to spit fire. The officials of the Ministry of Magic all stared at Mr. Crouch, but for a long time they didn't see any movement from him, as if time had frozen.

After a while, he came back to his senses and said word by word: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

He quickly bypassed Mr. Diggory and strode in the direction where Mr. Diggory had just run.

(End of this chapter)