The youngest Muggle kid was sixty feet above the ground, and under the manipulation of the masked men, he began to spin like a spinning top, his head tilting limply to this side, to that side. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's disgusting...", the little savior muttered in disgust when he saw this scene, "It's too unusual." ”

Hermione and Ginny hurried towards them, putting their coats over their pajamas, Mr. Weasley following them.

Just then, Bill, Charlie, and Percy also emerge from the boys' tent. They were fully dressed, their sleeves rolled up high, and their wands in their hands.

"We're going to help keep order in the Ministry!" Mr. Weasley's voice drowned out the noise as he rolled up his sleeves, "You people... Hurry into the woods, walk together, don't fall apart. I'll come back to you when the matter is settled!"

Bill, Charlie, and Percy were already running towards the oncoming procession, and Mr. Weasley hurried after him. The staff of the ministry rushed to the accident site from all directions. The group below the Administrator's family was getting closer.

"Let's go. Fred said, grabbing Ginny's hand and dragging her into the woods.

Roger, Harry, Hermione, George, and Jon followed. As they entered the woods, they all turned their heads to look behind them, only to see that the group below the Muggle Administrator was even larger than before.

They could see the wizarding staff in the ministry desperately trying to rush in and get close to the hooded wizards in the middle, but they had great difficulty. It seems that they don't dare to cast any magic, for fear that they will accidentally injure the Administrator's family.

The lights that used to illuminate the stadium have now been extinguished. There were dark figures stumbling through the woods, little children crying, nervous, anxious shouts and talking echoing in the cold night sky around them.

Harry felt himself being pushed around by the crowd, but he couldn't make out the faces of the people. The path was densely packed with people, all of whom turned their heads nervously and looked in the direction of the commotion in the camp.

Then, he discovers that Roger has disappeared at some point.

"Roger is gone... Roger!Roger!!" Harry turned around and called out his friend's name, only to realize that there was more than one person who had disappeared: "Oh shit! Ginny, Fred, George!"

"What's going on?" Hermione asked nervously, slamming to a halt... Harry bumped into her, "Roger, where are you? Oh, we're so stupid... Flashing lights!"

The girl looked at the shadowy figures around her, and in annoyance drew her wand and lit it, illuminating the path with the narrow pillar of light.

"In that case, you'd better pray that he doesn't touch that crowd. A procrastinating voice sounded behind them.

Harry and Hermione spun around sharply. Draco Malfoy stood alone, leaning against a tree, looking laid-back. He crossed his arms, and it looked like he had been watching the chaos of the camp through the cracks in the trees.

"And you, too, I advise you to hurry up and run away," Malfoy said, his pale eyes sparkling in the night, and nodded at Hermione with malice.

At that moment, there was a loud bang from the other side of the camp, like a bomb being dropped, and a green light suddenly illuminated the trees around them.

"What do you mean by that?" asked Hermione, unconvinced.

"Granger, they're looking for Muggles. "Would you like to show your panties in mid-air?"

"And that Roger, I wish he was in their hands... So we can all have a laugh. His pale face turned a little resentful.

"Hermione is a witch, and so is Roger!" Harry roared angrily.

"Whatever you want, Potter," Malfoy said, a grim smile on his face, "If you don't think they can make out the Mudbloods, just stay here." ”

Suddenly, there was a bang on the other side of the woods, more deafening than anything they had heard. A few people screamed. Malfoy chuckled softly.

"Too easily frightened, these people, aren't they?" he sneered lazily, "lower your shaggy head, Granger." ”

"Ignore him, Harry, let's go. Hermione said hurriedly, and when she saw the little savior taking a step closer to Malfoy, she grabbed his arm and stopped him.

Harry, who was dragged on his way, was still angry: "I bet you, his dad must be one of those masked guys!"

"If you're lucky, the ministry will catch him!" Hermione said excitedly, "Oh, I can't believe this is happening at the World Cup." Where the hell did the others go?"

"They can't go very far. Harry suppressed his anger and squinted his eyes down the path, reaching into the pocket of his coat for his wand, ready to light it up like Hermione.

But he suddenly realized that his wand was gone, and the only thing in his pocket was the panoramic telescope.

"Oops! I lost my wand!"

"You're kidding!" Hermione raised her wand in the air, letting the light of magic illuminate more places.

Harry rummaged around, finding a stick in the dim forest was no easy task, and his wand wasn't lost right now...

Compared with the friends who fled in a hurry and were entangled by a bunch of, Roger, who had been prepared for a long time, returned to the camp by the same way as soon as he entered the dim area of the forest. Find a tent that I don't know, but at a good angle, and the cat hums a song in it and watches the battle between the wizards of the Ministry of Magic and the masked group of Death Eaters.

However, because of the Muggle Administrator's family as hostages, the wizards in the ministry were obviously throwing rat traps and did not dare to let go of the attack.

The former Death Eaters were also very measured, and the magic was endlessly unleashed, but most of the powerful spells were thrown in the open space or tents, and only a few restricted spells would shoot at those who besieged them.

If they do kill someone, there is a Ministry of Magic attack in front of them, and there is no guarantee that the wizards in the Ministry will not fight them to the end...

Roger can also see that this group of cowards is just looking for fun, and reminiscing about the happy times when Voldemort was in power.

"It's not going to work... How can it be considered a good time without a big scene?" the boy sighed and took out Pandora's box from the huge backpack that had not left behind him.

Transforming the suitcase into a three-barreled bazooka and carrying it on his shoulder, he squinted one eye at the center of the battle......