It was as if a substantial pressure was overwhelming, causing all the spectators who had not had time to evacuate from the Quidditch pitch to change color, and in a trance, it seemed that a prehistoric dragon that had squeezed the sky poked down its hideous dragon head from the clouds, roaring at the weak creatures on the ground!

"Amosta!"

When this muffled thunderous voice rolled in from the sky, Sirius's tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and an indescribable sense of relief suddenly struck, facing a few powerful dark wizards of unknown origin, and the safety of all children was on the line, Sirius was under unimaginable pressure.

Harry and Ron were also ecstatic, and Hermione and Ginny even covered their mouths and sobbed happily.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air followed, like a Muggle jet flying in full force, the familiar figure had not yet appeared, but the shrill whistling sound had already put the pressure of the two wizards standing on opposite sides of the mountain like the top of the mountain.

"Amosta Blaine!"

Melanov's voice seemed to come out of her throat, and at this moment, she finally stopped hesitating, and took advantage of Sirius and Mr. Weasley's trance, and turned around and rushed towards the large hole in the wall of the box, but only two steps away, beyond the open hole, a little golden spark appeared in the infinite darkness, and in an instant, it was far away from the sky.

Boom!

A fire-stained spear was nailed to Melanov's body, and if it hadn't been for her haste to dodge her steps, it would have pierced her chest. However, before the joy in her eyes could dissipate, the spear pierced the ground suddenly trembled, and in an instant, the spear lost its stable form and softened into multiple golden lines of fire, and before Melanov could react, a golden fire cocoon had surrounded her!

How did Amosta Bryan end up here?

Vitia had been spying on Harry all day, making sure that Amosta Blaine wasn't with Sirius, and that she was in the midst of this sudden chaos, otherwise she wouldn't have done anything at all.

Now there is no point in dwelling on why Brian is here, the top priority is to get out first!

Glancing at Harry, who was close at hand, Vitia's ethereal eyes flashed with pity, and in the next second, the outline of her body suddenly blurred, dragging the turquoise tail flame like a meteor, from the box on the top floor of the Quidditch pitch, quickly flying towards the already boiling night!

Boom!

The roar of the yellow bell resounded through the night sky, like a heavy stone thrown into the lake, and a tangible wave of air swept in all directions with the momentum of plowing and sweeping the holes, and the turquoise meteor that swept by it suddenly collapsed, and Vitia appeared in the sky and fell to the ground for half a mile before slowing down, and finally levitated at the same height as the ring of the Irish team, and when she stood up straight, a young man with a calm expression was already standing on the ring on the other side of the court, looking at herself with a smile.

"Long time no see, Mr. Brian--"

With a faint gloom on Vetia Cleona's beautiful face, she gave up her luck and nodded at Amosta with a slight sigh.

Amosta's gaze swept over the stadium below, where tens of thousands of spectators who had not yet had time to evacuate had stopped, staring at the sky with their heads tilted and whispering to their companions.

"Amosta!"

Sirius rushed to the guardrail of the box and shouted at the young wizard standing on the ring and the heavy pressure unleashed around him that enveloped a large area, "This woman, she wants to kidnap Harry!" ”

Amosta didn't look back, just nodded slightly, as if he wasn't particularly surprised, but in fact, he was very surprised to see the woman Vitia Cleona here.

Ever since Forlì learned that Lucius had engaged in a massive prank tonight, he didn't hesitate at all, directly apparition to a nearby area familiar to him, and then flew all the way to the vicinity of the camp, intruding into his perception of the magical reaction that even made Amosta think he was hallucinating.

"Long time no see, Miss Cleona—"

Amosta bowed slightly, smiling gentlemanly,

"It's a happy coincidence that I've been hoping to see you again since the last time we were so hastily separated, but I didn't expect to meet you here, isn't it?"

"What's going on!" Ron's eyes widened with confusion, "This woman. Is she—Is she a friend of Professor Blaine? ”

"Use your brains, Ron!"

Hermione said angrily.

"I know as much as you do, Mr. Brian—"

Now frustrated that tonight's actions were useless, Vitia regained her composure, she stared at Amosta, and her voice returned to calm,

"I can't answer any of your questions."

"I'm afraid I'm not satisfied with that, Miss Cleona-"

Amosta's face was slightly cold, and he just moved his wrist, and the cool air of the mid-to-late August evening immediately became unbearably hot, as if a large stove appeared above the Quidditch pitch, baking everything around him. Amosta glanced at the lively wizards again,

"I am currently working at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I wonder if I would be able to invite you to Hogwarts?"

"I'm afraid there is no one in the world who can face you and Mr. Albus Dumbledore at the same time--"

The scorching wind swept through Vitia's long green hair, and the druid priestess, whose face was a little younger than Amosta, had a bitter tug at the corners of her lips,

"I understand your anger and your determination to resolve the confusion in your heart, Mr. Blaine, but I really can't answer for you, I apologize to you for what happened, but if you insist on leaving me behind, then I can only say sorry to you again--"

Amosta didn't expect Vetia Cleona to be caught at all, he was afraid that there were no evacuated wizards' lives left in the Quidditch Pitch, but Vetia Cleona was much more decisive than he imagined, after confirming that she could not leave smoothly, Vetia had a resolute look in her eyes, she jumped up from the ring, and under the exclamations of countless wizards watching the battle, her body fell to the ground freely, and at the same time, threw the vine wand in her hand to the ground!

Boom, boom, boom!

The cloudless night thundered, and a series of deafening thunderbolts pierced the dark night sky and slashed towards the Quidditch pitch.

The moment the vine wand sank into the ground, the turquoise lawn soared, and in an instant, the stadium was already crowded into a rippling 'jungle'!

Thundered--

The earth shook violently, and the Quidditch pitch, whose foundations had been shaken, shook violently, and the shattered stone slabs, seats, and ceilings fell like rain, smashing the wizards watching the bustle below.

Sirius's eyes were almost protruding in shock as they pounced on the guardrail, and a huge green vine burst out of the ground in the unrecognizable lawn below, rising in the wind. The turquoise vines were more than ten times thicker than the beating willows on the edge of the Hogwarts playground!

When the vines had grown to a certain height, the main vine quickly split, from one to two, to two to four, and in the blink of an eye, the vines that swayed at the end of the thick and thick were already crowding the magnificent Quidditch pitch!

"I must be dreaming."

A dumbfounded Mr. Weasley muttered distractedly.

The little wizards in the box, one counts as one, including the genius Seeker Krum, who has never had a chance to communicate with Hermione, as if he has been hit by a petrification spell, looking outside the box, the huge vines that whistling and giving people unparalleled psychological pressure can't move!

Crying rang out again at the bottom of the stadium, and those spectators who could not leave in time because of the excitement rushed to squeeze through the passage, the wails of being trampled, the cries of lost relatives, and the angry shouts were endless.

"We can't stay here any longer!"

Sirius, who had seen Amosta's big shot, was the first to come back to his senses, and he beckoned to every wizard in the box who could still breathe,

"Hurry downstairs, it's a dead end to stay here!"

"But what about this guy!"

Mr. Weasley brutally pushed the children out of the box, and before he left, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Melanov trapped in the fire cage, judging by his clothes, this guy was an accomplice in the previous attack on the Wave of people, and maybe something could get out of her mouth!

Sirius had also been wounded from the previous battle, his body covered in scars, and a trickle of blood had stained his robes. Sirius looked at Melanov with disgust in his eyes, but he eventually shook his wand to control the floor at Melanov's feet and carry her out of the box.

Call!

With each swing of the swaying vines, the wind whipped up boulders on the flat ground, but Amosta stood firmly on the ring, only her hair fluttering in the wind.

Vitia Cleona, who stood at the fork of the vine, never attacked, and Amosta, whose face was calm, also maintained great restraint, and they were all waiting.

Finally, when the group of people sitting in the top box also descended to the first floor and rushed into the passage at the end of the crowd, Amosta finally moved, twisting his neck and making a clicking sound.

"Interesting--"

The corners of Amosta's mouth raised slightly, and there was a hint of blood in his faint smile,

"The Tree Realm is born."

The soft groan was drowned in the fierce wind, and in the next second, under the dark night, a blazing sun rose!

(End of chapter)