The wind came from the north, the waves kept crashing against the rocks, the whole sky was gray, there was no life, there were no seagulls, no other seabirds, only the roar of the sea around, defending against a terrifying monster, desperately trying to break free from the chains. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xie An held the Fusang wooden staff tightly in his hand, and he felt that his heart seemed to be beating a little faster. At this time, the final of the Quidditch World Cup should have begun. The Aurors should not have discovered themselves and little Barty by now, and with the help of Queen Anne, the two should be safe at this time. It's just that this time he will really rescue Little Barty's mother smoothly and get the soul gem, Xie An has no bottom in his heart.

The Wizards started to enter the field with the match schedule in hand, and the Irish team temporarily took the lead in points, and if the Bulgarian team could not take a huge point lead, then the championship would belong to the Irish team.

Victor Krum sat alone in the players' room, his gear had changed, and the other players didn't bother him. After beating the Egyptian rivals' Star Seeker, Krum became the youngest Seeker in Quidditch history to compete in a World Cup final, knowing that at this time, Krum was only 17 years old.

Krum, a talented Seeker, has long been accustomed to being watched by others. Quidditch is the most popular sport among wizards, and Krum's talent for it is just too good.

Krum was now thinking about something else, about the words of Principal Igor Karkarov. Igor Karkaroff told Krum to get the Golden Snitch as fast as possible in the race. But the Bulgarian team is too far behind by so many points that even if they get the Golden Snitch, they can't win the championship. It is better to use harassing tactics and drag the game back, maybe Bulgaria can fight for a title.

Igor Karkarov also has good reasons for the fact that Ireland are better overall than Bulgaria, and if it drags on, it will only make the score even worse. Krum knew that it might be the same as Igor Karkaroff had said, but he didn't want to give up, not only did he want to be the youngest runner-up team in Quidditch's history, he wanted to be the champion.

Outside, the cheers of wizards resounded in the night sky, and the Quidditch final venue, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, was packed, and the wizards kept shouting about their respective teams, wizarding bookmakers, and opening various markets.

Autumn and Hermione were wearing a bit thick today, as Harry Potter had told them that the race could take a long time, and that it would be cold at night, so they had to wear more. But after entering the box, I found that it was actually very comfortable and warm. There are special elves in charge of the service, two magic binoculars have been placed by the window, and the sofa is soft.

"Isn't Andrew here yet?" Qiu couldn't help but ask.

He said he would be there soon. Luna fiddled with her magic camera, and she wanted to capture the best moments from the game.

Hermione and Ginny occupied a telescope together, looking excitedly at the cheering wizard outside the box, Shayne did not invite Ginny, but Hermione invited Ginny. Hermione and Shayne were not polite, Ginny did not refuse, Penelo Crivat sat on the couch, listening a little bored to the cheers outside, she said to the elf, "Do you have any drinks?" The elf in a neat pillowcase hurriedly handed Penelo Cutriot a piece of parchment with snacks and drinks to be offered.

Penelo Criwatt ordered some butterbeer, cheese and other snacks to herself, and then said to Cho, "Your boyfriend hasn't come yet, so he's not coming." If you don't come, it's cheaper for us. ”

Qiu looked behind him with some worry, the door of the box was tightly closed, Xie An had already told Qiu a day in advance that he might be a little late, but the game was about to start, why hadn't he come yet.

"I don't know, I think he'll come with the counts. After all, the Earl didn't show up now. Cho said.

At this time, in the box next door, this place originally belonged to Minister Fudge, and some important people from the Ministry of Magic would appear in this largest box, but at this time, there was not a single wizard inside, and it was empty.

Rufus Scrimgeour had no intention of relaxing, he had been working for three days straight, and in those three days, he had only four hours off. Amelia Bones was also very tired, and Amelia Bones was sipping a cup of strong coffee.

"Wizengamot wizards, did those wizards decide to do that, you know, we're at a disadvantage right now, and if the Death Eaters attack, our forces won't be able to protect the entire World Cup!" Rufus Scrimgeour said angrily.

"It's been decided. Fortunately, support from Europe and the Americas has arrived, and I have arranged for support from the Far East countries in Hogsmeade, and the Ministry of Magic has been handed over to the European Aurors, and the wizards of the Americas will be in charge of Azkaban!" Amelia Bones said, rubbing her temples.

"I've been told that the Dark Lord seems to have developed a secret weapon, and this weapon is ready, and he is ready to use this secret weapon to attack the Quidditch World Cup, but we don't know anything about the Dark Lord's secret weapon right now!" Rufus Scrimgeour said exasperatedly.

"Leave the Dark Lord to Dumbledore, hasn't he already promised to deal directly with the Dark Lord, can he cancel the game at this time? There is less than half an hour before the start of the game, the audience has already entered the venue, and it is too late to say anything. Rufus, now there's just a matter of waiting!" said Amelia Bones.

"I'm not one to wait, Albus Dumbledore, I hope he can stop the Dark Lord!"

Thousands of miles away, Little Hangleston, by this time the fog had completely enveloped the entire village. In the center of the fog, in Riddle's Manor, glowing with an eerie green glow, Professor Quirrell's secret weapon is ready.

The old horse watched with trepidation as Professor Quirrell continued to inject different materials into the Demon Pattern Formation, and then chanted other spells, and at this time, the entire Riddle Manor had completely turned into a huge strange weapon.

"Lord Dark Lord, you seem to have your weapon ready?" asked the old horse tentatively. During this time, Professor Quirrell has been preparing his secret weapon alone, in the middle of which Professor Quirrell has been out a few times, but no other wizards have been brought here, and the old horse has mustered up the courage to escape several times, but seeing the thick fog outside the window, the old horse can only continue to stay in the manor honestly. Curiously, the Dark Lord didn't summon any Death Eaters during this time.

"Well, it's almost done, and there's only one last thing left. Professor Quirrell continued to inject magic into the Demon Pattern Formation without looking back.

"So what are you going to do with me?" asked Lao Ma directly. Now the old horse has no illusions. The Dark Lord has shown the old horse many secrets that he shouldn't know, which has decided that the old horse will not be let go.

"Don't you already know your fate, and what else do you have in exchange for your life?" said Professor Quirrell without concealment.

"I... I... I'm just a Chinese wizard, I still have children at home, please, please, let me go!" Although he had been prepared, hearing the Dark Lord's sentence with his own ears still made Lao Ma feel terrified.

The Dark Lord didn't answer, he continued to use his slender wand to inject magic power into the demonic formation, and after a while he turned to look at the old horse. "I've been to the Far East and it's such a magical place. Unfortunately, I didn't find the legendary Suzaku School of Magic in Nankai, and if I could, I really wanted to become a teacher in the school. Professor Quirrell began to prepare some potions, which automatically mixed together and turned a strange green.

"It's a pity that Dumbledore rejected me, and the European schools of witchcraft and wizardry were very wary of me, and I wanted to go across the ocean to continue my studies at the Ilvermorny School in the Americas, but I didn't succeed. I followed the ancient Silk Road in Eurasia all the way east, and along the way I saw a lot of strange witchcraft that I had never seen before. Eventually I stopped in Tibet, where some of the strongest wizards in the world lived. I wanted to worship under their door and continue to study witchcraft, but I was also denied. ”

"I was very sad at the time, and at the same time I was determined to be the strongest wizard, to let the wizards who rejected me understand that they missed the strongest wizard in the world. But now, do you know what I think?" Professor Quirrell looked at the old horse, as if he could derive pleasure from the old horse's fear.

"I don't know. The old horse replied tremblingly.

"I'm so grateful to the wizards who rejected me now, without them, I wouldn't be where Voldemort is today, wouldn't I?" Professor Quirrell smiled coldly, and for a moment, two flames appeared in Professor Quirrell's eyes.

"But... However, I am only a small person, and I do no harm to you. The old horse hurriedly explained.

"No, you're an Auror, I know that. And you're Amelia Bones' right-hand man, you've been a partner with Alastor Moody, you're not a small person, don't pretend to be pathetic to me, I can easily read your brain, horse!" Professor Quirrell smiled coldly at the old horse, who knew that his trick had been uncovered by the Dark Lord long ago.

"Well, then before you cast that spell on me, can you tell me your plan, at least let me understand why I died. The old horse regained his composure. As an experienced Auror, the old horse tried to take advantage of the Dark Lord's arrogant shortcomings in order to make a way out for himself, but apparently failed.

"Well, the plan, there's not much to say. Any plan that is overly complex has an extremely low probability of success. For example, I tried to control the Ministry of Magic through a very complicated plan, but apparently I failed. There's Lucius Malfoy's responsibility for this, but I think it's more because of the plan I made, which was problematic. "The Dark Lord once directly took the soul of Lucius Malfoy, trying to control the Ministry of Magic through Lucius Malfoy, but failed.

"So I decided to take a simpler approach. The erasure of the Ministry of Magic from England and the decaying Wizengamot Wizarding Order have become an obstacle to the progress of British wizards, and once they are eliminated, wizards can embark on the right path to freedom and power. ”

"Of course, you may doubt my claims, after all, I am a dark wizard, and it is always strange to have such an idea. The Dark Lord looked at the old horse, and found that the old horse did not mean to sneer, and then said: "The bloodline of wizards has declined, and now pure-blood wizards and half-blood wizards, as well as wizards who have awakened from Muggles, are not much together, and if this continues, in less than a hundred years, wizards may become a real minority." In such a situation, if you don't take measures, while the wizard still has the power, rule the whole world, I'm afraid that the wizard will never have a chance again in the future. The Dark Lord slowly finished talking about his goal, and the old horse couldn't help but move in his heart, it turned out that the Dark Lord still had such a goal.

But what the Dark Lord had in his heart, no wizard knew.

Severus Snape stood behind Dumbledore, thinking about the same thing as the old horse, whether to try to attack Dumbledore, maybe he had a chance, a chance to kill the most powerful wizard in the wizarding world.

"Why, Severus, don't you have any other news for me, you don't have a clue about Tom's secret weapon?" Dumbledore said in a calm voice. Severus Snape felt a little uncomfortable, but he held back, "The Dark Lord didn't gather any Death Eaters, and the only direct contact with Death Eaters was the last time he was in Azkaban. The Dark Lord gave the order directly, and the Death Eaters attacked the Aurors. After that, no wizard had ever seen the Dark Lord. Severus Snape said.

"What about Lucius Malfoy? he hasn't seen it either?" Dumbledore turned and stared at Severus Snape.

Severus Snape's eyes became a little glazed, and he replied directly: "During this time, Lucius Malfoy has been staying in Malfoy Manor, and the only time he goes out is to go to Lee, who is working on a Muggle project. This can be seen in Narcissa Malfoy's diary. Lucius Malfoy has recovered from the Dark Lord's control, and now he has been scared out of his guts and become a cowardly snake!" Severus Snape said calmly and slowly, as if he had turned into a gramophone.

"So that is, until now, we didn't know anything about Voldemort's plans? It reminds me of the night Lily was killed, and likewise, we didn't know anything about Voldemort's plans..."Dumbledore's voice grew cold.

"Don't do that in front of me, Dumbledore! you promised me to protect her, but you broke your promise! you let the Dark Lord kill her!" Severus Snape's dull gaze erupted with astonishing rage, and he yelled directly at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore leaned back slightly apologetically, he touched the railing, and the moon was rising from the river in the distance, and the bright water was like a silver dragon, going up the river to the depths of the Forbidden Forest, where a huge tree was bathed in the moonlight.