Because of Maca's sudden appearance, the Death Eaters hiding here saw an opportunity, and when the appearance of the Dark Mark and the flames that ignited everywhere appeared one after another, the fear in the hearts of the audience was completely stirred.

No matter what country the wizarding world is, it has been stable and calm in recent years. Everyone should go to school, work should work, and there are no other ups and downs in daily life except for some small crimes that can enrich the conversation after tea and dinner.

No one would want to get involved in the events related to the Dark Wizard.

But today, the appearance of the Dark Mark is like a sign that ten years of peace have passed since the First Wizarding War subsided.

At this moment, the Quidditch World Cup scene has been completely messed up.

Everywhere there was a surging flow of people running in all directions, and everywhere there were children and elderly people who were overwhelmed by the crowd. Here, wizards who are proud of their lineage are like Muggles, fleeing with their heads covered in a sudden attack.

"Look, your companions are getting on the move—go and do their best!" Maca waved her hand and said coldly.

Bellatrix and the others shouted excitedly, raised their wands and rushed down.

"I think that's a bit too much......"

A figure on a flying carpet suddenly appeared in front of them, but these villains who were not even afraid of death stopped their broomsticks and stood on guard.

“…… Isn't it? The other man said slowly, "Maka." ”

Maca rode on her broomstick and stared at each other for a long time before she spat out a name.

"Dumbledore."

The one who suddenly appeared out of thin air was the silver-haired, sharp-eyed current Headmaster of Hogwarts, President of the International Confederation of Wizards, Chief of the Wizengamot, and recipient of the Order of Merlin of the First Class - Albus Dumbledore.

The greatest white wizard of our time, no, the greatest wizard.

"I heard what you said," Dumbledore smiled, his expression still kind, but his tone was a little disappointed, "I didn't think you would be down this path like Tom, but obviously...... I've never been right. ”

"yes...... Yes, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot...... I remember when I was there, your indifferent eyes ......," Maca said calmly, "maybe you were disappointed in me, but I wasn't?" ”

"Child, don't be obsessed with strength, that's not the path that wizards pursue......" Dumbledore shook his head and kindly admonished, "Believe me, you've slowly come to a point of no return, but it's too late to turn back......"

"Professor Dumbledore, I have a question." Maca interrupted suddenly.

"What?" Dumbledore looked at him, blinking his pale blue eyes.

"Your preferences are really elusive," Maca said, spreading her hands, "Did you buy this flying carpet at today's market?" ”

Dumbledore frowned, his eyes turning cold.

"Since you've given up on the right path—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a dark shadow suddenly sprang up from the flow of people below and headed straight for Dumbledore. Dumbledore reacted quickly, he drew his wand and waved, and the black shadow's forward charge was immediately blocked, but it was only a moment, and then it rushed again.

Dumbledore snapped, and waved his wand again. This time, the power was no longer the same as before, and the black shadow was bounced back to the ground as if it had been hit hard, and slammed into an empty space somewhere.

Dumbledore and Maca had already seen clearly, and that black shadow was another guy with black gas all over his body!

Although Voldemort definitely didn't come this time, waiting for such a person can be regarded as a great gain.

Maca looked up at Dumbledore, only to see that the other party was also looking at him. The two exchanged meaningful glances, and Maca raised her wand.

The figure on the ground swooped out from the dust that had been stirred up, and it didn't seem to be hurt. His speed did not slow, and he turned into a cloud of black gas again, dragging his long tail and rushing straight again.

Maca waved her wand, and an ice-blue glow appeared on the tip of the wand, and she attacked Dumbledore with the mysterious attacker.

Dumbledore didn't give in, and with a slight flick of his wrist, two successive pillars of red light shot at Maca and the attacker.

Maca dodged sideways, narrowly avoiding it; But the attacker seemed to be a little dead-headed, and he rushed forward, but was forced into the air by the pillar of light.

"Worthy of Professor Dumbledore...... Bye. ”

An abrupt voice rang out in the midst of the battle, and both Dumbledore and the attacker looked sideways, only to see that Maca had disappeared into the battlefield.

"Hmph." Dumbledore snorted, and with a force in his hand, the attacker was forced back to the ground by the red pillar of light emitted from his wand.

With a loud bang, Dumbledore waved his hand to blow away the dust, only to find that the attacker had also disappeared without a trace.

Although Bellatrix and the others are not afraid of death, they are not stupid, they have already taken advantage of the battle between Maca and Dumbledore.

The Death Eaters had left, and the panicked crowd had fled far away. The originally lively scene is now empty, leaving only vandalized and burned temporary buildings and tents, as well as scattered celebration props.

On the edge of the chaos, Luna bent down to pick up a small flag of the Bulgarian team and waved it, the black footprints on it seemed to be a satire of the previous World Cup pageantry.

"He's like...... Very tired......" Luna looked at the Quidditch World Cup in the distance, in a trance, "His heart is very tired. ”

High in the air to the southeast, a flying carriage drawn by a rune was driving invisibly, leaving quickly into the distance.

Right by the window of the carriage, Willy leaned out of the window, her long white hair fluttering messily in the wind, reflecting an intoxicating glow in the moonlight.

The flat lawn of the World Cup stadium had become a little potholed, and Dumbledore stood in the middle of the field, with a rare flash of vicissitudes on his face.

“…… Lina was right, I wasn't a good teacher after all. ”

……

"Hermione! Hermione, wake up! You can't go to him! He's going to take you—" Ron exclaimed.

"Shut up! He can't! Maca wouldn't do that......" Hermione grabbed the hem of her shirt, tears glistening in her eyes, "yes, it must be some kind of dark magic - Maca definitely didn't do it willingly!" ”

"Hermione!" Ron said anxiously, "Yes, you may be right, but not now!" Look, look around! ”

Hermione looked up and looked around blankly, only to see the burning flames and the fleeing crowd.

Gradually, as if a deaf man had just regained his hearing, she felt a lot of noise come back to her ears from far and near—the crying, the screams, and the crackling of flames scorching wood.

Everything around her seemed to tell Hermione that this was no longer the laughing and laughing Quidditch World Cup. but a hell, one by ...... Hell caused by Maca!

"No—" Hermione covered her face with her hands, her shoulders swaying helplessly, and she sobbed faintly.

"Harry, get a hand, we need to get out of here as soon as possible—" Ron shouted hurriedly, only to find Harry clutching his forehead in a daze.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron reached out and patted him, and he woke up immediately.

"I just-" Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head again, "No, I'll talk about it later...... Hermione, you stand up first, we have to go! ”

He and Ron walked briskly forward, one left and one right, helping Hermione.

Just now, they were scattered by the crowd, and now it is really not so easy to meet with Mr. Weasley and the others again.

As they moved away from the tumultuous corner, a figure crept into the ruins of a collapsed tall tent. He hid himself in a shadow, looking at Harry, Ron, and Hermione in the distance, his expression calm.

"Ron has finally grown a little, and Harry has gained a little......" At this point, there was a pause in his voice, and then he continued, "Unexpectedly, it was Hermione who had the biggest impact. ”

This person is naturally Maca. In fact, he is still very concerned about the impact of his plan, especially how his acquaintances will react, which may make him revise his plan to varying degrees.

As he pondered, Maca suddenly noticed, and he turned his head sharply, only to see a familiar pale gold.

"Luna."

She held the small flag in her hand and looked at Maca, but the focus of her pupils didn't know where it was pointing.

"Aren't you leaving? It's probably dangerous here! Maca couldn't help but ask.

But Luna ignored his words, and said for no reason: "Your heart ...... Tired. ”

Maca froze, then shook her head.

"Yes, it's not easy." He said calmly, "But I caused it, and I have to take care of it." ”

Luna turned around leisurely and looked up at the moon in the sky, her soft voice making Maca faintly feel a hint of warmth.

"Wisdom is a wealth, but it can also be a burden."

"It's because it's wealth that there's a burden." Maca nodded and answered softly.

Luna glanced back at Maca, blinking her silver-gray eyes as if agreeing. She said no more, but quietly turned away.

Maca looked at Luna, who was fading away, as if she was inspired by it, and once again lit up with a silvery-white fine mist of light. The light and mist were like substance, moving with the wind, drifting farther and farther under the deep night sky......