"It's fanatical, isn't it?" "It's only now that I can roughly understand why the Games are so popular," Lawrence said.

"It's exciting, isn't it?" Charlie laughs and says, "The speed of the pros is very fast, and the game is definitely much tighter than we can in school."

"Indeed," Lawrence blinked, shaking his head, a little unaccustomed to the feeling, "I still have a bit of a feverish sense of excitement."

"If we talk to Ludo. Bagman would be more excited now if he gambled," Fred complained, "and our money has multiplied several times."

"We don't know him well, Fred." Lawrence said, "It's unrealistic to expect a stranger to keep a promise, even a magical contract can be broken, let alone a verbal promise."

"But he's the head of the Ministry of Magic's athletic department," George said, "and Dad knows him."

"Normally I don't say that about my colleague, George, especially when he gave us such good tickets at a great price." Mr. Weasley said mildly, "But there has always been a sense that Ludo is somewhat unreliable and somewhat frivolous."

"Well, we're just a little sorry." Fred said George agreed,

They drank hot cocoa in the tent and discussed the game so much that the twins were imitating Harry and Ron, and when the girls came into the show, the two of them tried to jump out of the box onto the field, which made everyone laugh, until Ginny was a little sleepy and knocked over the drink, and Mr. Weasley drove them all to sleep.

"Ah, I'm glad I don't have to be on duty," muttered Mr. Weasley, tiredly, "I can't imagine what it would take to get those Irishmen to stop celebrating."

Lawrence closed his eyes, and he was surprised to find that he could clearly feel the scene around him, the twins sleeping in the upper and lower bunks respectively, their sleeping positions were exactly the same, Percy was lying on the bed in a regular manner, Charlie was kicking the quilt, Bill didn't even take off his earrings while sleeping, Mr. Weasley was wearing a nightcap, his wand was on the pillow, Harry was smiling, he should have had a good dream, and Ron was muttering some dream words,

"A little farther away?"

Lawrence felt like he was flying out of the tent, the campfire not far away, a group of people drinking and singing, some playing magic firecrackers, dancing, a man trying to say something to them, Lawrence knew it was a wizard who was keeping order this morning, but it was strange, he didn't understand how he knew all this was happening, shouldn't he be lying in bed?

"Boom—" A sound like a war drum sounded from his heart, and a masked wizard stepped out of a palace-like tent, and he walked past the peacock tied to the tent,

"Knock—" Another masked wizard appeared from another tent, they seemed to say okay, one by one masked appeared, some came out of the tent, some came out of the shadows, they formed a team, they walked with steps, like an army on the march, chaotic malice converged, Lawrence opened his eyes violently,

There was a burst of singing in the distance, and everything seemed to have changed, but Lawrence felt the malice not far away become clearer and clearer, until the screams pierced the night sky, and the shouts of another group of people woke up the camp,

"What happened?" Mr. Weasley quickly jumped out of bed, grabbed his wand from the side of his pillow, and peered out through the small window of the tent, where more and more screams were heard and the sound of people running,

"Arthur, Arthur—" A wizard poked his head into the tent, his expression flustered, "get the children out of bed—something—"

"Bump—" There was an explosion, the ground began to shake slightly, and screams fell one after another, and Mr. Weasley wasted no time in asking questions, he quickly began to shake the sleeping children awake,

Outside the tent, a group of masked wizards, they walked with a high-pitched laugh, and shot a series of spells, some set the tent on fire, some at the floating in the air, several twisted figures, all of whom recognized one of them as a Muggle, who was the camp warden,

"It's too much." Ron looked at the other Muggle boy floating in the air, and he whispered that Hermione and Ginny had come out of the small tent next door, they were all simply dressed in a coat, and Bill, Charlie, and Percy were now neatly dressed and came out of the tent, all holding wands in their hands.

"We must help the Ministry of Magic—" Mr. Weasley said, "you take refuge in the woods, and we'll pick you up when it's over."

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already rushing towards the masked wizards, and Mr. Weasley was following closely behind, and the masked sorcerers changed direction and began to move towards them, and some of the wizards broke away from the fleeing group and met them.

"Let's go—" Fred grabbed Ginny's hand and led them to the woods, which were full of wizards, many children were crying, and they were pushing the crowd,

"Harry, what about them?" In the confusion, George lit his wand, and he squinted to see his surroundings through the faint light,

"I don't know." Lawrence gasped, he didn't understand why he was so tired,

"Are you alright, Lawrence?" Ginny asked worriedly,

"We must find Harry—" Lawrence didn't answer Ginny's question, leaning against the trunk of a tree beside him,

"I'll go," said George, "you don't look good—"

"Woo-" A green light drifted up from the distant woods, a green mark bloomed in the air, and then continued to float into the air, as the black mark emitting green smoke floated in the air, the forest erupted into screams of fear, and the crowd desperately moved away from where the mark flew from, even though it was far from here,

"Dark mark—" Lawrence muttered as he looked at the mark, and he subconsciously took a step forward, only to be caught by George,

"Do you want to go over?" George asked keenly, his hand on Lawrence's shoulder trembling,

"I'll use phantoms to move—" Lawrence said,

"Don't be stupid, Lawrence—" Ginny's voice sharpened,

"I think you need to rest, your face is terrible." George said, "And you're not licensed."

"I'm sure Dad and Bill will figure it out," Fred said.

"But you know—" Lawrence said, but Fred, who had his back to Ginny, desperately made eye contact with Lawrence,

"Oh—I think you're right." Lawrence came to his senses, he quickly changed his words, and did not say that the Dark Mark was used after killing people by killing people, and they didn't want to worry Ginny too much.

"Fred, George, Ginny, Lawrence," Charlie gasped, his sleeve ripped open, "Dad wants me to come to you first—"

"Everyone's alright, right?" Fred hurriedly asked,

"Bill and Percy are a little injured," Charlie replied, "and they're back to the tent first."

"The mark?" Lawrence asked,

"I don't know," said Charlie, "the Ministry of Magic has gathered twenty wizards, and Dad is one of them."

"Did you see Harry?" Ginny asked sharply,

"I didn't meet them," said Charlie, and after seeing Ginny's expression, he added, "There are too many people in the forest, maybe they're just in the crowd, let's go back first."

Not long after Lawrence and the others returned to the tent, Mr. Weasley returned to the tent with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and after they recounted what had happened under the Dark Mark of the Dark Devil, Percy couldn't wait to give his opinion,

"Fired this elf, Mr. Crouch did the right thing." Percy said,

"She didn't do anything! She's just in the wrong place at the wrong time!" Hermione angrily said that everyone was surprised, because usually Hermione and Percy were on the same page,

"Can anyone explain what that mark is?" Ron asked impatiently, "It didn't hurt anyone, so why did it cause so much chaos?"

"That's Voldemort's mark." Lawrence said that the word 'Voldemort' caused a shiver in the tent, and he looked at Mr. Weasley, "They only use that mark when they kill people."

"Yes, Lawrence," said Mr. Weasley, "thankfully, there were no victims tonight."

"I want to see the mark, those guys are running away, right?" Lawrence asked,

"Yes," Bill said, examining the wound in his arm, the bleeding barely stopped, "the dead eaters, we didn't have time to remove their masks, they all ran away when they saw the mark."

"No one can prove that they are death eaters." Mr. Weasley said quietly,

"What is a dead man?" Harry asked,

"They're Voldemort's henchmen." Lawrence replied gloomily, and Harry remembered Peter, who had run away a few months ago,

"But what can you do with a Muggle floating in the air?" Harry asked, confused, "What's the purpose of this?"

"Purpose?" Mr. Weasley said, "Death eaters kill Muggles just for fun, and they do it just to torture Muggles before they kill them."

"Then why did they run away when they saw the mark?" Ron asked,

"Let me tell you, Lawrence, or you'll have to say that word again," Bill said, all of them reluctantly laughing, "If they really were the Death Eaters, when 'that man' lost power, they went to great lengths to evade Azkaban's imprisonment, and told all sorts of lies about them being forced to kill and torture people, and if he came back, they would be even more afraid than we were."

"The one who summoned the markers," Hermione said slowly, "is it to support them, or to scare the Na people away?"

"This is what we want to know, Hermione," Mr. Weasley said wearily, "we'll sleep for now, and we'll get the key to the Burrow tomorrow."

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Author's Note: I find myself a little stuck writing this kind of transitional chapter...

Thanks for the tip for not daydreaming at night.