Wizards who think of themselves as superior are nothing more than a special group of humans after all. The frenetic atmosphere of Quidditch plays for everyone. But in the hustle and bustle of the crowd, only some people are quietly leaving, while some people are actively preparing.

Lucius. Malfoy, on the other hand, was like a shrewd fox, and his elegant language dealt with Connelly. Fudge.

"It's a great and wonderful Quidditch World Cup, isn't it? Your Excellency Connelly Thank you very much for your invitation, and I am sure that the members of the Noble Guild will support your leadership even more next year, and we believe that the Ministry of Magic will be even more brilliant under your leadership! Lucius' elegant tone tossed pie after pie.

Gaining the support of the aristocracy is equivalent to obtaining a large sum of money. Connelly. The smile on Fudge's face had bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and continuing to hold the position of Minister of Magic was equivalent to continuing to maintain his power. For Fudge, who covets a position of power, there is nothing like it.

"Hahaha... This time, the noble association also played a great role in holding this world-renowned competition... After all, if you want the British wizarding community to continue to lead the country, you can't do without the help of the Noble Association, of course, if I can continue to serve as the Minister of Magic, I believe that the Noble Association will also be more vigorous." Fudge wore a top hat on top of the Noble Society, and at the same time did not forget to give Lucius, the top of the British Noble Society, a certain commitment.

Lucius smiled elegantly, dealt with a few casual words and hurried away, because what was going to happen next, Lucius didn't want his children to stay with him, so he politely refused Connelly. After Fudge's gracious invitation, he hurriedly took Decora and left with the portkey.

Feeling Lucius's vitality disappear at the entrance of the doorkey, Li She, who had his eyes closed, gestured to Miho and the others. Everyone swooped towards their intended goal.

The dark night is a paradise for zombies and drought, and the people of Li She, who are hidden in the night, staring at those magic tents.

In the Weasley family's magic tent, everyone was still quietly reminiscing about the thrilling match between Bulgaria and Ireland.

Ron. Weasley shouted 'Wickdole. Krum's name, in the just concluded Quidditch match, Victor. Krum's name is remembered by the entire wizarding world. The title of Best Seeker is enough to make him famous in the history of the Quidditch World Cup, a seventeen-year-old Seeker can continue to play in at least three or four Quidditch World Cups, such a strong, young player. It's definitely in the spotlight.

Hermione growing up in the Muggle world. Granger and Harry. Potter and the two, three years of Hogwarts life also integrated into the wizarding world, feeling the atmosphere of Quidditch World Cup fever, Harry. Potter and Hermione. The two of Granger shouted for Wickdor as well. Krum's name.

The people of Li She are like elves in the night. Hidden in the darkness of the night, staring at the thirty or so magic tents.

"The light of pure blood shines on the whole wizarding world, for the master"

"For the Master"

"For the sake of the master..."

Feverish slogans shouted among the Death Eaters, bronze masks covering their original faces, cold and simple bronze masks revealing bloodthirsty light, black hooded wizard robes, the outfit that once made countless wizards linger in nightmares. Recreate the wizarding world again.

'Bang...' sparks flew and the wand shot a ball of fire that ignited one magic tent after another. 'Ahhhhh The explosion was accompanied by screams, like the horn of a Death Eater attack.

For the well-strapped Weasley family, the location of the tent was naturally arranged at the outermost level. The Weasley family members inside the tent were still cheering. Arthur. Weasley, the head of the family, looked at the joyful expressions on his children's faces, and a happy smile appeared on his lips. Although the aristocratic wizard has a transcendent status and immeasurable wealth, the thin number of people has always been the bottleneck to curb the aristocratic wizard's domination of the wizarding world. If a few people rule over the majority of smart people, the results can be imagined. Generations ago, the Weasleys charted a unique course of development. Abandon wealth and status. Even if they are isolated by other nobles, they have to blend in with the common wizards.

I don't know if it was the blessings accumulated by a wise ancestor that made the Weasleys prosperous. All of them were baby boys. Arthur. Weasley could imagine that even if life was a little tighter now, the Weasley family would be prosperous again when these children were married. Weasley does not limit the direction of his children's careers, and in the near future, the Weasley family tree will surely flourish.

The screams, the explosions, spread to the tents that Anza had on the periphery. Arthur. Weasley opened the tent and saw that the pitch-black sky was already shrouded in red firelight. Although he is an employee of the Muggle Object Research Division in the Ministry of Magic, as the patriarch of an ancient family, he is no less vigilant than ordinary people, because an ancient family can be passed down for hundreds of years, and the awareness of risk avoidance is a necessary condition for becoming the head of the family. An inadvertent move has the potential to lead the entire family to a dangerous precipice.

With a frown, Arthur. Weasley smelled a smell of danger and quickly turned back to Ron. Weasley and the others shouted, "Get out of here..."

The cheering crowd looked at Arthur with a panicked expression for some reason. Mr. Weasley, Harry. Potter asked, "What happened, Mr. Arthur?" “

"Don't ask so much and leave !!" Arthur. Weasley said hurriedly.

From Arthur. In Weasley's serious expressions, the teenage children also realized the seriousness of the matter. Hurriedly packed up his things. As soon as he came out of the tent, Harry. Potter was stunned by what they saw, the flames were mixed with screams, and the panicked people fled in a panic. Weasley shouted, "Hold on to each other, run in the direction of the portkey, don't get separated!" Bill, you guys take care of your younger siblings!! “

"Bang...." Fireballs the size of football set tents on fire, and a team of sixty or seventy men in black lined up in a battle formation, and the appearance of ancient bronze masks had made those aged wizards dare not fight.

"The Death Eaters... The Death Eaters... Death Eaters..."The shouts of the wizards made the fleeing crowd even more panicked. This name represents a dark age, and with this name, people in the wizarding world will remember the Dark Lord who did not even dare to mention his name.

The strict battle formation, the Death Eaters who are not afraid of death, use the wand in their hands, to inspire fireballs, the feeling of blood gushing, along the flow of blood, induce bloodthirsty madness, under the bronze mask, these usually gentle and elegant nobles, show their crazy side, exterminate and kill... Exterminate the Mudbloods and restore the glory of the nobility... The slogans of dominating the wizarding world that Voldemort had brainwashed the Death Eaters were echoing once again in their minds.

"Burning, killing, looting, and it is interesting that blood can indeed arouse the most greedy side of mankind, and the nobles who are high above are just wearing a hypocritical skin." Li She said disdainfully.

The Taketori clan, known as the fighting race, saw this scene of random slaughter, and the belligerent factor in the bloodline was completely ignited, as if his own Taketori clan was arrogant in attacking the Mist Ninja Village.

The titles of the Immortal Boy and the Savior, although superimposed on Harry. Potter, but in the midst of the panicked crowd, Harry. Potter was just a thirteen-year-old. In the midst of the crowd, Harry. Potter was pushed by the crowd and ran towards the Portkey entrance. In a panic, Harry. Potter stumbled over a tent's side rope. The whole person fell to the ground heavily, and the black-rimmed glasses were also thrown out of the distance. Potter was blinded. "Oh, Ron, help....", Harry fell to the ground. Potter hurriedly called for help, but in the crowd desperately trying to escape, Harry. Potter's voice was muffled by screams. Ron et al. in Arthur. Weasley got out of the way and ran in the direction of the Portkey.

'Ahhh Potter only felt like his ribs were about to be stepped on, and there was a 'bump', Harry. Potter only felt his head dazed, and his forehead was kicked by a wizard who was rushing to flee for his life. Potter fainted.

The thrill of the slaughter brought back the long-dormant Death Eaters to their original sense of unbridleness, "Hahaha, run for your life, you mudbloods!! "Under the bronze masks, the Death Eaters shouted wildly, waving their wands to release spells that were strictly forbidden on weekdays, and the powerful black magic of 'Split' and 'Avada's Life' harvested life one by one.

Li She and the others were still hiding in the darkness and watching coldly, if they rushed out to stop those crazy Death Eaters at this time, the impression of the 'Dragon Thieves' might be changed, but this was not what Li She wanted. The purpose of this trip was to eliminate these 800 Death Eaters, and before Voldemort was resurrected, he was still able to call on 800 Death Eaters to serve him, which shows how crazy these 800 people are to Voldemort, which shows that these more than 800 Death Eaters can be regarded as the backbone of the Death Eaters. Before Voldemort is resurrected, kill 800 of his loyal backbones, then even if Voldemort is resurrected and the ranks of the Death Eaters are pulled up again, to a large extent, they will not be as strong as they were originally. (To be continued......)