"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome - the Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! I'll introduce you to you – Dimi Trove! ”

A red-clad figure on a broomstick flew into the arena from one of the entrances below, flying so fast that he couldn't see it clearly. He won a rave ovation from supporters of the Bulgarian team.

"Ivanova!"

A second, crimson-robed figure swooped out.

"Zorglaf! Lefsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next up - Krum! ”

"It's him, it's him!" Ron shouted, following Krum with his panoramic binoculars. Harry quickly aimed his binoculars at him as well.

Victor Krum was dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a large hooked nose, and two thick black eyebrows, which looked like a huge eagle. It's hard to believe he's only eighteen years old.

"Now, please welcome - the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman shouted loudly in a long voice, "It's Connolly!" Ryan! Troy! Marlett! Moran! Quigley! And - Lin Qi! ”

Seven vague green figures flew towards the arena, and Harry turned a small button on the side of the panorama to slow down the team's movements, and saw that their broomsticks were all emblazoned with "Fire Crossbow Arrows", and that their names were rusted with silver thread on their backs.

"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the much-loved president of the International Quidditch Federation, who flew from Egypt all the way away!"

It was a short, lean wizard striding out of the arena in a solid gold robe that matched the color of the gymnasium.

He was bald on the top of his head, but his beard was comparable to Hagrid's. I saw a silver whistle sticking out from under his beard.

He carried a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.

Harry turned the panoculars back to their normal speed and watched as Mustafa stepped onto his broomstick and kicked the crate open with one kick - four balls flew into the air at once: a bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and the tiny, winged Golden Snitch.

Harry caught a glimpse of it, and it flew away without a trace.

Musta whistled and followed the balls into the air......

"Wait, what's that!" Harry suddenly noticed that something seemed to be flying towards him in the distance, "Look, what is that?" ”

Although everyone's attention is focused on the playing field, as the flying things get closer and closer, it is difficult for them not to pay attention.

“…… Why is Buckbeak ...... Oh my! It's Maca! Hermione screamed in surprise.

"Quidditch...... Actually, I like it a lot, too," said Maca on Buckbeak, who said calmly, "It's a very relaxing sport." ”

As he was talking, he suddenly shouted behind him, "Keep up!" It's time for us to say hello to our friends from all over the world! ”

With that, Maca jumped to her feet and jumped into the air on Buckbeak's back. With a flick of his wand in his right hand, a broom spun down to him.

He slapped Buckbeak on it, and the clever Hippogriff spun around and flew away from the scene before the Ministry of Magic could react.

Maca took the lead and rode a broomstick to burst into the World Cup.

Caught off guard in Bulgaria and Ireland, Maca flew from side to side like a butterfly on his broomstick, making several arcs in mid-air.

Among the Quidditch players who belonged to the national teams of both countries, he showed off his flying skills with impunity, drawing the attention of all spectators to himself.

Umsta, the referee, whistled his silver whistle vigorously, and the Ministry of Magic's order-keeping personnel hurriedly closed in, but Maca suddenly rolled over and rose into the air, and the sudden high speed blew his robes into a hunting sound.

When he pulled up to an extremely high position, the big deceleration that moved and was still shocked the professional players. I saw him turn again, and his right hand abruptly copied ......

“…… Snitch! Golden Snitch! ”

In the originally silent audience, I don't know who suddenly shouted that, and the audience suddenly boiled.

Although the sudden shock surprised everyone, Maca's series of flying maneuvers like clouds and water made these fanatical Quidditch fans careless.

"Wizards are always a little paranoid and unreasonable...... "Marca muttered quietly, then shook her head suddenly, "Isn't that even me?" ”

He stretched out his wand and tapped it at his throat.

"Loud voice!"

"Good evening, wizarding friends from all over the world!" Maka's voice suddenly exploded in the arena and resounded throughout the field, "I believe this is very sudden, but the game is over!" ”

He raised the golden snitch in his hand and continued, "Of course, ...... today."

Although the spectators in the stands were curious to hear what he had to say, it was clear that the Ministry of Magic would not remain indifferent.

For a while, there were already quite a few people riding spare brooms.

But the former Death Eaters he had brought out of Azkaban were not vegetarians, and their madness was far from being comparable to Lucius's patronage of self-preservation.

When Bellatrix's wand emitted a miserable green light, the audience finally stirred, but the Ministry of Magic did not dare to act rashly.

With a wave of her wand, Maca pulled the Ministry of Magic employee Bellatrix was targeting a few feet, and Avada's curse missed.

"What do you do!" Bellatrix screamed in rage.

"Shut up." Maca said coldly, "Stay behind honestly, don't move around." ”

"You-" "Whew! ”

An invisible blade swept past Bellatrix's ears, and nearly half of her long, tousled hair was shaved off—the control that made her mouth shut instantly.

"This wand is a bit of a ...... It almost slashed her head. Maca withdrew her wand and turned her back, tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"It was just an accident, and I promise that no one will lose their lives today," Maka continued, "I don't think you know who I am, so I'll introduce myself here—"

"I'm Macklean, a Hogwarts student - well, or rather, it used to be. But now, I am officially announcing my departure from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry...... Because of that place, it chills my heart! ”

"When I was framed as a murderer, Hogwarts didn't stand up for me; When I was sent to Azkaban by the British Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts didn't stand up for me; When I was alone and alone in the midst of the Dementors, when I was bewildered and silently burdened with trumped-up charges, Hogwarts still didn't stand up for me! ”

The originally riotous auditorium gradually quieted down amid Maca's grief. Many people are aware of the massive amount of information hidden in it.

"Yes, you should be interested - how did I get framed as a murderer?" Maca squeezed out a smile, "I'm sure you should remember that Sirius Black who is still on the run, right?" ”

"But unfortunately, he is not a criminal, he is also framed!"

Sirius's situation is so special that his escape from prison was once in an uproar, but now, some people actually say that he is innocent and framed?

What's going on here?

"Catch him! Get them! They are fugitives from Azkaban! Azkaban has escaped from prison again! ”

Suddenly, Minister of Magic, Fudge, who was standing in the highest stand, suddenly shouted loudly, his tone distorted by nervousness and fear.

Maka turned his head to look, and he could see that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and other acquaintances were all staring at him in amazement, their eyes glinting in disbelief.

Maca smiled effortlessly at them, then looked at Fudge coldly. And those people from the Ministry of Magic heard the minister's order and rushed to Maca's side.

Maca cooperated with the Death Eaters to fight back and suppress, and under Maca's powerful spell, the situation of the Ministry of Magic was stabilized.

But the number of people in the Ministry of Magic continued to increase, and many people were coming from afar, and it seemed that the current situation would soon collapse.

However, he saw Maca's wand swing violently, his eyes staring straight ahead, and a huge skull phantus suddenly appeared from the tip of his wand, and rushed straight into the formation of the Ministry of Magic with a soul-terrifying roar.

Then came a dumpling-like fall—most of them had already been struck directly into their souls, and they had lost their minds without a sound.

"Minister Fudge, do you still want to use violence to cover up the truth? Are you so worried that you will lose your position as Minister of Magic? ”

"You talk nonsense! I-"

Fudge's words were interrupted by Maca.

"Dear viewers, I repeat once again - no one will lose their lives today! And I just want to expose it all! I want everyone to know, let everyone remember, let everyone be vigilant! ”

“…… Because, no one can say for sure, whether the next scapegoat will be you! ”

Just before Maca could finish speaking, several light clusters outside the arena rose into the sky in unison, exploded in the air, and turned into turquoise skulls spitting snake heads.

“…… It's finally begun. Maca looked calmly at the dark markers, her eyes glinting with a faint light.