Hermione covered her mouth and squatted down retching, Harry and Ron gasped and shivered as if someone had doused a basin of ice water over their heads, and they all hurriedly looked away, but the hurried glimpse just now was deeply imprinted in their minds and lingered.

The wizard lying on the ground was blackened, his skin cracked, and the blood seeping out of his body was stained red by the shocking cracks on his body.

The most terrifying thing was that the wizard's nose had completely melted like a burned candle, leaving a soft mass of flesh on his face. Even so, St. Mungo's healers did everything they could to save his life, but even Harry could tell that it was a complete waste.

Sure enough, after only two minutes, the healers gathered around the injured wizard stood up one by one with a sigh, took off their hats from their heads, and bent down to mourn the deceased.

"Hey, poor guy—"

The healer who had turned his back to them sighed and said,

"If he hadn't broken his leg from the shelf, he would have had a chance to live, but he was so close to Mr. Bryan's magic that his body was almost cooked!"

"What would his family say when they saw him?"

Another therapist said worriedly,

"Strictly speaking, he died at the hands of Mr. Blaine."

"I hope his family doesn't get confused."

The healer who poured potion on the deceased said calmly,

"If his family wants a huge amount of compensation, the ministry will satisfy him, but if they want to trouble Mr. Blaine, the ministry will not agree, and without Mr. Blaine's assistance tonight, there may be hundreds of times more people who die here. If they dare to go to Hogwarts and ask Mr. Bryan for an explanation, I'll kick them in the head with my boots! ”

Hermione took a deep breath and stood up, plucking up the courage to look at her vaguely visible body with curled eyes, her handsome face full of sadness.

Professor Blaine certainly didn't mean to kill the wizard, but the unlucky wizard did die at the hands of Professor Blaine, so in this case, does Professor Blaine need to be held responsible?

Even Hermione couldn't figure it out, but she knew that what the healer said in the end was right, and if the family of the deceased wanted to hold Professor Bryne accountable, the Ministry of Magic would not agree, not the British wizarding community, or even the residents of the wizarding world who came here to watch the game.

Hermione, along with Harry and Ron, didn't want to discuss the hapless wizard's death in depth, and they were silent and continued on their way.

The lights of the Quidditch arena had dimmed, and the starry curtain overhead, although fantastic, could not support the brightness of the forest, and the three Harry wandered around the forest for a while, before finally finding the small high slope where they had stopped to watch the battle after escaping from the Quidditch arena, and this was the most lively place in the forest at the moment.

There were several people gathered on the high slopes, the largest of which was undoubtedly the wizards of the British Ministry of Magic, and the rest were the staff of the Bulgarian and Irish teams, as well as the 'mascots' that the two teams brought tonight.

"What's going on, still arguing over the outcome of the game?"

The leprechaun and the revealed Meiwa were still arguing fiercely in English with very different accents, and Harry listened with a frown for a while, only to realize that the focus of the dispute between the two sides was still the less civilized way of playing in the second half of the schedule.

"What a delay!"

Ron gritted his teeth and said, he desperately wanted to go to the hillside to check if there were any clues left by the thief there, but looking at the mountain full of human figures, whether the thief left clues or not, he was now trampled clean.

Ron glared angrily at the group of people on the hillside, and suddenly, with a flash of his light, he turned his head to look at Hermione,

"Do you remember, Hermione, there were other people on this slope besides us at the time, let me think, it was Krum Of course, he certainly wouldn't steal my money, but there was a very old guy at the time, do you remember his name?"

"Efias Dorjee--"

Hermione pursed her lips, unwilling to look at Ron's expectant face,

"Save it, Ron, he won't be the one who took your gold."

"Why, it's possible for anyone, isn't it?"

"Didn't you hear how Sirius introduced us to the wizard?"

Hermione glared at Ron,

"Epheas Dorjee is a good friend of Professor Dumbledore, do you think a wizard like Professor Dumbledore would find a thief to be his friend?"

Ron opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"Let's go, let's go to the stadium."

Harry whispered, fearing that the wand he had left in the box would end up with the wizard who had just died.

"Wait--"

The Ministries of Magic had occupied the hill, and Ron had to follow Harry to the other side of the box, and as he walked forward, his nose hitting the back of Hermione's head, who had not moved.

"What's the matter?"

Losing such a large sum of money, Ron's temper was particularly short-tempered, he rubbed the stinging bridge of his nose, and his tone was a little harsh.

But Hermione didn't care about this, she still stared at the fairy and the leprechaun surrounded by several wizards, and asked coldly,

"There's no loophole in Charlie's money bag for you, right?"

"Do you think that a thousand gold coins leaked out of the purse and fell to the ground, and none of us noticed it, Hermione, this is not your normal level!"

Ron looked anxious and kept urging Hermione to move forward.

"It's impossible--"

Hermione's eyes flashed with thought, and she said slowly,

"The money bag Charlie lent is not an ordinary commodity, Ron, and the space inside it is extended. Just like Professor Bryan did in the classroom where we practiced hiding, this money bag has anti-theft magic, except for its owner, even if the money bag is lost, it can't be opened if it is picked up, but the money bag you showed us is intact, and the thousand pieces of gold inside are lost."

"Are you crazy, Hermione?"

Ron said angrily,

"You mean, I didn't want to give Harry a penalty, so I secretly hid the thousand Galleons myself!"

"Please, Weasley, can you give your brain a kick-start for a while!"

Hermione's face turned blue with anger, her voice trembled, she pointed to the Irish leprechaun surrounded by a group of wizards, gritted her teeth, and said,

"I mean, the purse shows no signs of being destroyed, but the gold inside is missing, it's just a possibility, Ludo Bagman is giving you the gold conjured up by the Irish leprechaun!"

"Gold from the Irish Leprechaun"

Ron and Harry's gaze followed Hermione's finger to the yelling leprechaun, and after a few seconds, the eyes that shrank back were full of confusion, Ron said with a frown,

"So what, will the gold spilled by the Irish leprechaun disappear?"

"Oh, thank God, your brain is finally moving, Weasley!"

Hermione rolled her eyes across her waist,

"You've guessed right, the gold conjured up by the Irish leprechauns is just a trick, Ron, and they're going to disappear!"

(End of chapter)