Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 311 Barty Crouch Jr.

The Quidditch World Cup final has reached a fever pitch.

Ireland relied on their excellent teamwork.

They are gradually widening their advantage, and the point difference is gradually increasing.

Soon, we reached the crucial milestone of 150 points.

Viewers familiar with the rules of Quidditch know this.

If the score gap continues to widen.

Even if Bulgaria's ace Seeker, Viktor Krum, manages to catch the Golden Snitch.

Despite scoring 150 points, Bulgaria was unable to reverse the defeat.

Judging from their performance on the field, the Irish team is indeed showing overwhelming strength at this moment.

In the Quaffle competition.

Ireland's Chaser McKenna always manages to precisely dodge the stray balls thrown by the Bulgarian batters, weaving nimbly through the air with his Quaffle.

Several times, he used the speed advantage of his flying broomstick to bypass the Bulgarian goalkeeper's interception and send the ball into the goal.

Bulgaria's flying broomsticks were mostly last year's models, and their speed was clearly not keeping up with Ireland's latest fire arrows. They struggled in both attacking and defending.

In terms of controlling the run, Ireland's two batters cooperated perfectly, always anticipating Bulgaria's offensive routes and using their bats to hit the run into the opponent's half of the court, creating a complete dominance on both offense and defense, and the score difference only continued to widen.

"Look! Ireland's O'Connor has scored again!"

Ludobagman's loud voice echoed throughout the stadium, his tone filled with excitement.

"The score difference between the two teams has now reached an astonishing 160 points! Even if Krum can catch the Golden Snitch right now, Bulgaria will still lose this final by 10 points!"

Two completely different voices erupted from the stands instantly.

Irish fans cheered and jumped for joy, waving green flags; some even threw their hats into the air.

Bulgarian fans sighed with regret, but many still waved red scarves and cheered for their team's finder.

The last row of the top-floor VIP box.

Lucius Malfoy sat upright in his chair, his back straight, his hands resting lightly on the armrests on either side.

Even amidst the deafening cheers from the stadium, he maintained the composure characteristic of a nobleman, with steam still slowly rising from the silver teacup in front of him.

Suddenly, a gentle breeze drifted in through the window of the private room.

On the seat next to Lucius, which had always been empty, a corner of the almost invisible transparent fabric was being blown by the wind.

The fabric was so thin it was like a cicada's wing; you couldn't even notice it unless you looked closely.

However, as the wind blew, a pair of small black leather shoes were vaguely visible under the fabric, with a little dust on the edges.

Below that were two slender, pale legs, with a faded strip of cloth wrapped around their ankles.

Its shape was clearly that of a house-elf.

Lucius's pupils contracted sharply, his hand on the armrest tensed instantly, and he almost immediately bent down to quickly and gently press the invisibility cloak with its corner sticking up back into place, his movements as fast as a gust of wind.

He glanced around and saw Hermione leaning on the railing, intently watching the game, while Harry and Ron high-fived Ireland for their goal. No one seemed to notice anything amiss, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the fine sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and a barely perceptible hint of panic flashed in his eyes.

Just then, Ludobagman's voice rang out again.

"Look! Krum has suddenly changed direction—he seems to have spotted the Golden Snitch!"

All eyes instantly focused on the sky above the stadium.

Krum rode his silver arrow broom, his body almost pressed against the broom handle, his black robes taut in the wind, and swooped down like a black lightning bolt.

Ireland's Seeker, Lin Qi, reacted immediately, following closely behind Krum, their broomsticks leaving two afterimages in the air.

But Lin Qi was noticeably slower, and was unable to close the gap with Krum.

"Krum's hand reached out! He touched it—he caught the Golden Snitch!"

Ludo's voice was more urgent than ever before.

"Match over! Final score! Ireland wins by 160 points!"

The stadium was instantly engulfed in jubilation. The cheers of the Irish fans nearly lifted the roof off the stadium, and even many Bulgarian fans stood up to applaud Krum's brilliant performance.

Taking advantage of the noisy cheers as cover.

Lucius Malfoy quietly got up, straightened the hem of his robe that had been ruffled by the wind, and gave Draco a look behind him.

Draco pursed his lips, clearly dissatisfied with the result of the match, but still followed his father, head down, and quickly walked out of the box.

As he passed by Harry, he deliberately bumped into Ron's arm.

"Look, it seems the Malfoys have left."

Harry noticed them disappearing into the doorway of the box and casually remarked to Ron and Hermione beside him.

"Let them go, why should we care about them!"

Ron didn't even turn around. He was clutching the scarf with the Irish team crest on it, his eyes shining brightly. He grabbed Harry's arm and rushed out of the box.

"Quick! Let's go to the stadium exit and wait! Maybe we can get the Irish team's autograph—I also want to ask Krum for one of his match jerseys! It's the dark blue one with silver stripes; I saw it in a magazine and wanted it ever since!"

Hermione shook her head helplessly and quickly followed the two. Only a few scattered spectators remained in the box, still discussing the match.

The invisible trace that had just been near Lucius had been completely obscured by the excitement of the match.

As the cheers for the Quidditch World Cup final gradually subsided, the wizards outside the stadium left in twos and threes, heading back to their respective tents.

Some wizards were still excitedly discussing the moment Krum caught the thief during the match, waving their team's flag.

Some pushed carts full of snacks and souvenirs, chatting and laughing with their companions with light steps, and the lively atmosphere of the competition still lingered in the camp.

But not long after, a sharp scream suddenly came from the direction of the woods, breaking the peace.

The wizards, who had been walking leisurely, suddenly stopped and looked toward the source of the sound. They saw many people running out of the woods in a panic, their faces pale, as if they were hiding from something terrible.

Looking in the direction they fled, a strange green light could be faintly seen flickering deep in the woods.

The green light flickered on and off, accompanied by "bang bang" sounds similar to gunfire in the Muggle world.

Each sound added a layer of tension to the surrounding air.

Immediately afterwards, a cacophony of sounds erupted from the woods.

There were unrestrained jeers, malicious laughter, and a few drunken shouts, all mingling together as they slowly moved towards the center of the camp. Suddenly, a blinding green light blazed out, instantly illuminating the surrounding tents and trees.

With the help of this light, everyone could see the source of the sound.

A group of wizards were walking along the path in the camp, their steps slow but carrying a strong sense of oppression.

Each of them wore a dark hood with the brim pulled low, covering most of their face, and their faces were also covered with black masks.

Only a pair of cold eyes were visible; the wand in their hands was slightly raised, the tip of the wand glowing with a faint green light, clearly a deliberate show of defiance.

What's even more chilling is that above their heads, four figures are suspended in the air, their bodies twisted into various bizarre poses.

Some people had their arms bent backward at an unnatural angle, while others had their legs curled up against their chests, like puppets being pulled by invisible strings.

The masked wizards on the ground, like puppeteers, used transparent threads extending from the tips of their wands to firmly control the figures in the air.

Upon closer inspection, two of the figures were noticeably shorter, resembling children.

As time went on, more and more wizards emerged from the tents.

Some joined the march directly, while others stood on the roadside laughing loudly, pointing at the floating bodies in the air with cruel mockery in their tone.

The procession continued to grow, and the crowded people pushed the roadside tents to their sides.

Some tent frames broke, the canvas collapsed, and the luggage inside was scattered all over the ground, but no one cared.

The four people floating in the air were actually Muggles living on the outskirts of the Quidditch World Cup.

They were just passing by by chance, but unfortunately they were captured by these dark wizards.

At this moment, they had long since lost all signs of life, their bodies stiffly suspended in the air, becoming tools for the black wizard's demonstration.

Each sway sent a chill down the spines of the surrounding wizards.

The colorful magic lights that were previously used to illuminate the way to the stadium.

The lights had all gone out sometime ago, plunging the camp into darkness, with only the green light from the black wizard's wand flashing.

In the woods, many dark figures stumbled and ran.

Some were searching for lost family members, while others were simply fleeing the terrifying march.

The cries of children rose and fell, interspersed with the tense shouts and anxious conversations of adults.

These sounds echoed in the cold night sky, turning the once bustling camp into a sinister and terrifying place.

In an inconspicuous corner at the edge of the camp, a house-elf was struggling to pull a small suitcase, walking slowly and unsteadily.

She was wearing a tattered gray dress, her ears drooping, her hands gripping the handle of her suitcase tightly, and her body trembling uncontrollably.

“Young Master Crouch, we need to hurry.”

The house-elf's voice was clearly choked with sobs; it was Sparkle. She kept turning back to look behind her, her eyes filled with fear.

"Master has already designated the location of the carriage. If we arrive late, we'll all be scolded by him, and might even be punished..."

"No, Shining, you have to listen to me."

A male voice suddenly came from the side, his tone firm and unquestionable.

Immediately afterwards, a figure emerged from the shadows of the nearby tent.

He lifted the almost invisible invisibility cloak covering his body, revealing a pale face and a wand in his hand. The wand was somewhat worn, and it was unclear where he had gotten it from.

The man looked up at the Muggle corpse in mid-air, a flash of excitement crossing his eyes. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick his dry lips. The cruelty in his eyes was undisguised.

He stood still, staring intently at the figure in the air, seemingly captivated by the scene before him, completely ignoring Shan Shan's urging.

The man's emotions completely spiraled out of control, his excitement twisting into a near-mad state.

He raised the unfamiliar magic wand in his hand, his arm trembling slightly, the tip of the wand pointing straight at the dark sky, and he chanted the spell in a hoarse but powerful voice.

"The bones reappear!"

The moment the spell was cast, he quickly wrapped the gossamer-thin invisibility cloak around his body, revealing only half of his pale face.

With his other hand, he shoved the wand into the hand of the house-elf Sparky beside him.

He stared at Shan Shan, his eyes full of threat, his tone icy cold.

“Listen to me, you are not to mention anything you saw today to anyone, including the master. If you dare to utter a single word and let anyone know of my existence, the Crouch family will immediately expel you and make you a homeless elf!”

Sparkle trembled even more violently. She gripped the still-warm wand tightly in both hands, her head bowed low, her ears drooping to her shoulders. She responded in a barely audible voice, nodding weakly, without even the courage to look up at him.

When she saw the man raise his hand to use Apparition, Flash still mustered up her courage and stepped forward, reaching out to grab his clothes, her voice pleading with a sob in it.

"Young master, you can't do this! If you leave like this, the master will be very sad and angry. Let's go back and apologize to the master..."

But Barty Crouch Jr. didn't take Glitter's words to heart at all, and he didn't care about his father Barty Crouch Sr.'s thoughts either.

He didn't even glance at Shan Shan; a faint, phantom-like blue light emanated from his fingertips, and his body instantly became blurry.

The next second, she vanished from her spot, leaving only a faint magical fluctuation, and Sparkling standing alone, helplessly shedding tears.

Just as Barty Crouch Jr. disappeared, a blinding green light suddenly appeared in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a huge green pattern slowly rose up.

It was an enormous skull, each outline of which was composed of countless emerald green, star-like shimmering points of light, the lines so clear they sent chills down one's spine.

Even more bizarrely, there was a large python also made of green light.

It was slowly emerging from the skull's mouth, its body twisting and turning like a tongue sticking out of the skull, standing out conspicuously in the night sky.

The skull pattern rises higher and higher.

A cloud of emerald green smoke swirled around it, spreading as the pattern rose and made it shine even brighter.

Against the backdrop of the pitch-black night sky.

This green skull and python pattern is like a terrifying constellation that appeared out of nowhere.

Hanging above the camp, it can be clearly seen from both the center and the edges of the camp.

"what--!"

Suddenly, screams erupted from the surrounding woods.

(End of this chapter)