A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 572 Three Black Demon Marks Illuminating the Sky

Malfoy Apparated and appeared in a corner of the camp.

As soon as he saw Stark riding his steed and breaking up the procession, he ran away.

It was extremely dangerous; the American wizard who had just tormented the Mudbloods was right next to him.

He saw with his own eyes as the silver sword pierced through the other man's hands, then grazed his face as it flew past.

He was just a hair's breadth away from being disfigured... His handsome face was about to be ruined.

Fortunately, he didn't attack Stark's sister; those five million Galleons... were tempting, but also a hot potato.

However, Stark wasn't in the tent, which benefited that old pervert Marknil.

He's even more likely to capture Stark's sister now, so who can stop him?

Unless there are dozens of wizards hiding in the tent.

Malfoy threw off his hood, burned it, and headed toward his tent.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky. Using the dim light as a guide, he looked into the distance and suddenly froze.

His tent was burned down by someone!

Gan!

They were so focused on attacking others that they ended up having their own house robbed!

"Kirby, where are you?!" Malfoy asked anxiously. "Where's Draco?"

His son Draco is still in the tent. He's their only son.

A house-elf appeared out of nowhere, covered in dust, and cried out, "I'm looking for my little master, I don't know where he went..."

"How could you let him out!" Malfoy exclaimed angrily.

"My master won't let me come along!" Kado cried bitterly, banging his head against the ground frantically, shouting, "Stupid Kirby! Stupid Kirby!"

Malfoy's eyes were cold. "Did he say why he was going out?"

"The young master saw the boy who had survived the ordeal and a red-haired boy... so he went to find them."

"Harry Potter?" Malfoy's eyelids twitched, a bad feeling creeping over him.

"Go find it now!" He kicked Kirby hard. "If you don't find it, you can just die out there!"

Just then, the sky suddenly brightened.

A huge, shimmering green thing leaped up to the treetops and flew into the air, like a firework.

It was an enormous skull, composed of countless emerald green star-like things, with a large python emerging from its mouth like a tongue.

The skull rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke, standing out like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

In an instant, not only Kirby was trembling, but Malfoy was too.

If Draco hadn't gone missing, he would have run home immediately.

This World Cup is too dangerous; it's not a place for someone like him.

The camp, which had been gradually calming down, erupted into screams.

"Who released it?" Malfoy murmured.

He was all too familiar with that logo.

But since Voldemort disappeared, Malfoy has never released him again, nor has he ever seen him in person.

Thirteen years have passed.

Malfoy may have intended to cause trouble, but he didn't want to use this symbol to explicitly link things to the Death Eaters.

The Ministry of Magic is unsure who attacked the camp, so it could be any force, even the United States.

The scope of the investigation needs to be much larger.

The attacker was like a sword hovering over Fudge's head, reminding him to be more cautious, but not making him certain that it was the work of the Death Eaters.

The descendants of the American purges are very much like the attackers.

Doesn't Fudge always throw his hat at their heads?

Now, the Dark Mark has been released and immediately locked onto the Death Eaters.

As someone who had previously escaped trial, Malfoy would certainly be placed under surveillance again.

This is completely self-destructive.

Someone is deliberately making them take the blame!

Next, Malfoy experienced a truly terrifying ordeal.

Another Dark Mark lit up in another part of the camp.

Malfoy was sweating profusely, his lips were blue and trembling.

Because the third Dark Mark then lit up.

It's like alternating fireworks.

When Death Eaters kill someone, they only leave behind a Dark Mark.

There are now three... at least three forces at play.

But none of this has anything to do with these Death Eaters who escaped trial!

Who on earth is it that's trying to pin all the blame on them?!

Don't let me find out who did it.

Malfoy cursed under his breath.

If he finds out...

he,

They'll definitely stay far away.

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William looked up at the Dark Mark in the sky.

The green skull snake... from an aesthetic point of view, it has no beauty at all, but instead is full of a plastic texture.

Anyway, the markings on it are quite different from those on the Deathly Hallows used by Grindelwald.

Who designed this pattern?

Voldemort, as the team leader, should be given an Avada Kedavra doll-eating scene by the art team.

Oh, Voldemort himself... Oh well, never mind then.

Hermione, who had already landed on the Thunderbird, stood beside William, covering her mouth in shock.

This wasn't the first time she had seen the Dark Mark.

The last time I witnessed it was three years ago, when I went to Gringotts with William.

Voldemort possessed Quirrell's head, but released him before leaving.

I never expected to see it again at the Quidditch World Cup.

Has Voldemort been resurrected?

Hermione looked at William, who gently shook his head.

Seeing three Dark Marks at once really gives the feeling that Voldemort has been resurrected and is holding a celebration party.

But if Voldemort were to truly resurrect, he would undoubtedly first gather his old followers and then keep a low profile.

Instead of making a big fuss to tell the world that he is alive.

That was just a target, prompting Dumbledore to immediately aim it at him.

He certainly wouldn't dare show himself until he figured out why Harry had retaliated and killed him.

So, he's probably still wandering around with Peter and won't be resurrected anytime soon.

So, who exactly released the Dark Mark?

What is the purpose?

Suddenly, a series of "poof poof poof" sounds rang out, and twenty wizards descended from the sky.

"There's another Dark Mark here?" Fudge yelled. "Damn it, did they capture the Releaser?"

"No," Mr. Weasley shook his head. "William and the lake monster were fighting just now, which generated a lot of water vapor."

Someone hid in the steam, secretly released the Dark Mark, and then immediately ran away.

Then came a moment of silence.

Fudge paced back and forth, shouting.

"Oh no, this is terrible, it's a disaster."

"The World Cup was held very well, and Ireland even won the championship... everything was so perfect."

"But now it's all destroyed, three Dark Marks, who knows what the Daily Prophet will write tomorrow!"

Fudge was truly furious.

Other things can be put aside, such as the mascot attacks on the camp, which can all be explained.

Your countries can't control their mascots, Norway even has a lake monster!

Can you blame the British Ministry of Magic for this?

Not to mention, William also delivered a stunning and brilliant performance under such desperate circumstances.

He single-handedly killed the lake monster and saved 100,000 wizards.

Even if Fudge were to award him the Order of Merlin, First Class, it wouldn't be an exception!

At that time, the death toll will be reduced to 29.

This matter was thus dealt with perfunctorily, giving the British public an explanation.

But the Black Magic Mark couldn't be suppressed at all, nor could it be pushed down. After all, so many people had seen it.

It's utterly hopeless.

With these two things combined, Fudge felt that his position was about to become unstable.

At that moment, the Bulgarian Minister of Magic rushed over.

His face turned ashen, and he roared, "Our Quidditch national team has been attacked!"

This was an attack, this was a conspiracy!

Your British Ministry of Magic lured us here with a false pretense.

During the final, the referee favored your Irish team and let you win the championship.

Now, another attack has occurred; someone has attacked our national team's heroes…”

"What are you talking about?" Fudge asked, bewildered and annoyed.

"Who threw the match with you? Referee Hassan Mustafa Egypt is the president of the International Quidditch Federation!"

Was his ruling biased towards us, Ireland?

If I could control the game and know the outcome, I would have bet on Ireland to win long ago. Krum has caught the Golden Snitch!

Fudge grew angrier the more he thought about it, and he vented his anger by saying:

"If you're referring to those protesters, they attacked everyone; many tents were burned, and there were also those Muggle administrators."

Merlin, it's no big deal!

"Just take him to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment... Is your Krum really that precious?"

"No!" the Bulgarian Minister of Magic said coldly.

"They're missing... Two team members are missing, one of whom is Krum!"

A wizard suddenly attacked them and captured them.

"Are you sure?" Fudge asked suspiciously, "So many people were attacked by a wizard?"

"Looking at Krum's face, he must be almost thirty, yet he's so weak..."

"He's only an adult!" the Bulgarian minister exclaimed angrily. "He just looks older than his age; it's normal for him to be arrested."

"Normal my foot! Didn't William just kill a lake monster?"

Fudge's neck is so sharp; I've never felt so good at roasting people.

"Could it be that he, an adult wizard, and a Quidditch player, could be attacked and captured by one person?"

I think they're lost.

The Bulgarian minister felt like he was going to vomit blood.

Comparing William Stark to... isn't that just bullying?

"I don't care," the Bulgarian minister retorted, feigning reluctance.

"I don't care if Krum and the others were kidnapped or lost... You have to go find them right now, you must find them."

Fudge scoffed, "I'm off to catch Death Eaters right now, I don't have time to find someone for you!"

"Go find it yourselves, don't get in my way..."

William frowned slightly.

He suddenly remembered that Harry and Ron seemed to be missing as well.

Just then, a voice rang out throughout the camp, drowning out Fudge's words.

The voice was high-pitched and excited, echoing throughout the camp.

"I have just cast a Dark Mark... I know you are afraid."

Screams erupted from the middle of the camp. Some people huddled together, looking around in terror to find the source of the sound.

"You may have noticed, or you may not have noticed... Recently, quite a few wizards have gone missing, in just the last two weeks."

Tonight, I took advantage of the chaos to arrest quite a few more people.

I don't want to kill them.

I have only one request: release those Death Eaters who have been captured and imprisoned in Azkaban immediately.

Bellatrix, Rodolphs, Rabasta...

"If the British Ministry of Magic refuses, I will kill one wizard every hour until they are all gone."

Don't even think about finding me.

I am a ghost, and I have come for revenge.

The camp was eerily silent, a silence that seemed to weigh down on everyone's eardrums.

Now everyone knows where Krum went... he really was caught.

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P.S. ...The idea of ​​taking hostages at sporting events and demanding their release is based on a real historical event.

Those interested can take a look at the "Black September Incident".

Terrorists kidnapped Israeli athletes at the 1972 Olympics.

(End of this chapter)