"Six-17 from Godric's Hollow." A slightly formulaic, nonchalant voice appeared.

Joel opened his eyes, and they were now in a desolate, misty swamp, with several weary wizards standing in front of them, dressed in uniform robes and embroidered with the insignia of the Ministry of Magic on their chests.

"Good morning sir," Joel said hello.

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor." Now Joel is quite well-known, and many Ministry of Magic officials know him.

The crowd walked through the deserted swamp, barely visible in the thick fog.

After walking for about twenty minutes, a wooden door appeared in front of me, and then a small stone house.

Looking through the stone huts, you can see hundreds of strangely shaped tents behind them, which go up the gentle slope of the large field that stretches out to a dark forest on the horizon.

This is where the 1994 Quidditch World Cup was held.

"Joel!" From a distance, I saw Hylis waving there, she was wearing a moon-white robe today, and her complexion was even more pale compared to her long black hair.

"Come with me, there's a tent at home," Helis stepped forward and took Joel's palm, "you can rest there." ”

"Is that convenient? I mean......" Joel hesitated, he had come here with a tent, and it would be inconvenient to live with Haylis's family.

"It's okay, my parents agreed." Helis's eyes burned, and she looked straight into Joel's eyes.

She will be in the fifth grade next year, and 16 years old is not too young for a girl in the wizarding world, and many pure-blood families are already looking for marriage partners for boys and girls.

The Selwyns also wanted to take this opportunity to meet Joel, who had previously opposed his relationship with his daughter because Joel was not good enough, and Joel's previous achievements were obviously not equal to the status of Miss Selwyn's heir.

But now things have changed, and Joel is now doing more and more amazingly, and almost everyone believes that the kid will have a place in the future British wizarding world.

Mr. Selwyn he had met a few times before, and Helis's mother had met him for the first time.

Unlike Helis's dark-haired and cold-faced face, Mrs. Selwyn is a beautiful lady with pale blonde hair, always looking unhappy and not in good spirits.

"Hello Mr. Taylor," said Mrs. Selwyn, whispering to Joel in a luxurious three-tiered tent, "I have heard a lot of your deeds from Hayley. ”

"Greetings, Dear Mr. and Mrs. Selwyn." Joel bowed slightly, respectfully.

"I heard you recently started a magazine on Hogwarts?" Mr. Selwyn was more interested in this aspect, "How did you come up with this?" ”

"It's just a flash of inspiration," Joel responded, "and I've found that the news media outlets in the wizarding world in Britain are monopolized by the Daily Prophet, and almost all wizards subscribe to a Daily Prophet newspaper with different values and misinformation. ”

"In my opinion, the Daily Prophet is not a good news outlet," Joel said to Mr. Selwyn as he sat in his chair, "so I'm going to do it myself." ”

"It is obviously unrealistic to compete directly with the Daily Prophet in the British wizarding community, so I plan to start with Hogwarts to expand my influence and cultivate loyal customers, and gradually eat away at the Daily Prophet's user base."

Joel spoke eloquently, and Mr. Selwyn's eyes showed a little satisfaction.

"The plan is good," he said approvingly, "and do you need to invest?" ”

Joel was stunned for two seconds, then turned her gaze to Haylis, who was sitting next to Mrs. Selwyn, who had apparently heard her father's question, but did not answer Joel, but shrugged her shoulders.

"Hayley!" Mrs. Selwyn was a little annoyed, "Watch your actions! ”

Helis's shoulders slumped, and she squeezed her eyes at Joel while her mother was free from her conversation with Bernie.

"Not very much, Mr. Selwyn," replied Joel, "and I'll talk about funding when I'm going to spread the market to the whole of British wizarding." ”

"It's fine." Mr. Selwyn saw that Joel refused to propose, and did not say much, he had many investment projects at hand, and did not care about these two or two.

After chatting with the Selwyns for a while, Joel and Helis left the Selwyn tent and went for a walk outside.

As soon as the sun had risen, the mist had gradually lifted, and they saw tents on all sides, and with no end in sight, the two of them slowly walked between the tents, looking around with great interest.

"There are thousands of tents in this area, and Quidditch fans from all over the world gather here." Haylis was in high spirits.

Joel hooked Hayris' soft palms and walked around the tent.

As the Quidditch World Cup final approached, a sense of excitement spread over the camp like a palpable cloud.

There are vendors selling souvenir badges from the two finalists, green for Ireland and red for Bulgaria.

Joel and Haylis bought two Irish Rose-type medals.

Haylis had also wanted to buy two Irish hats.

But as soon as Joel saw that his hat was dyed the dark green of Ireland, he shook his head and vetoed it.

Until the evening.

A low, deep gong sound was heard somewhere in the distance of the woods, and immediately, thousands of red, green, and green lanterns bloomed brightly on the trees, brightening the way to the arena.

"Let's go." Haylis was a little excited, "The finals are about to begin. ”

Hundreds of people walked around, shouting, laughing, and hearing staccato singing.

Walk through a forest and see the Quidditch final venue, surrounded by the same golden walls as they were in France four years ago.

Joel and Haylis looked at each other and smiled as they walked into the arena.

The staircase leading to the gymnasium is covered with a fuchsia carpet. They climbed the stairs with the crowd, and slowly the flow of people entered the stands on the left and right.

The two of them took the box package ticket to the top floor.

To Joel's surprise, it wasn't just Malfoy, who had a lot of money, in the box, but the Weasleys sitting here.

Joel was under the impression that the Weasleys were not wealthy, and that the package on the top floor was expensive.

One hundred thousand wizards were taking their seats one after another, those seats arranged in a stepped upward shape around the oval-shaped gymnasium, everything here shrouded in a mysterious golden light.

Immediately after that, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, and a group of high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic arrived.

When all the personnel are in place, the game officially begins.

Despite Bulgaria's star Krum, it still can't hide the huge difference in quality between them and Ireland, and Bulgaria's goal has to be penetrated.

"Krum has snatched the Golden Snitch from the Irish team!" With a roar from the on-site commentary, Krum, dressed in bright red robes, rose lightly into the air, raised his fist high, and a golden light appeared between his fingers.

The proposal made by CLBT has finally made a big difference.

Krum didn't end the game after capturing the Golden Snitch, but teed off again in the center of the field.

But the huge disparity in strength left Bulgaria powerless.

Krum grabs the Golden Snitch again.

But the score has come to 370:320.

As the referee's whistle blew, the Irish team won the game!

The audience erupted in thunderous applause and cheers, and Ireland's mascot, the Leprechaun, soared freely through the skies!

"Now, the Irish players are circling the pitch in the company of their mascots, and the Quidditch World Cup trophy is delivered to the top box!"

The voice of the on-site commentator is like a bell!

At this moment, everyone at the scene was so blinded by a dazzling green light that they couldn't open their eyes.

Then a gigantic skeleton rose into the sky.

Composed of countless turquoise star-like things, a large python emerged from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

As the audience watched, the skeleton rose higher and higher, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

Dark Mark!

"Death Eaters!" Someone in the box was shouting, "The Death Eaters are coming!" ”

Black smoke rose into the air, faintly enveloping the entire arena.

Behind him, a group of Death Eaters in black hoods, staring at the 10W wizards on the scene with cold and violent eyes.

Joel hurriedly looked behind him.

Lucius Malfoy had a rare look of confusion, apparently unaware of this.

"Aurors, prepare for battle!" Fudge pulled out his wand, but there was no panic on his face.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." An old man in a white robe held a wand in his right hand, and his voice was deep and powerful.

The moment he saw the white-robed old man appear, the Death Eaters couldn't help but exclaim.

"Dumbledore!"

Dumbledore's left hand hung down slightly, his gaze kind.

"Hold it down," he whispered, but the voice reached the Death Eaters in the distance, "why waste time for Tom? ”

"Don't you think about it!"

The battle is on the verge of breaking out.

At this time, the box on the top floor was in an instant chaos.

No one expected that among the magnates in the top box were other Death Eaters except for the Malfoys!

For a while, many Aurors were injured and fell to the ground!

"Help me stop them!" Fudge shouted.

Mr. Weasley took the children behind him and raised his wand to fight.

"Shall we?" Joel looked at Helis beside her, her wand slipping into her palm.

At this time, there were many old and weak people in the box of the magnates, and they ran out as soon as possible, and there was not much combat power left in the box.

"Okay." Helis replied softly.

The two held hands tightly, and nothing could stop them at this point, and Voldemort was useless.

A fiery white glow erupted from the tip of the wand, illuminating the vision of the two of them.

Joel rushed forward with Helis without hesitation.