Chapter 146

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome to the Bulgarian National Quidditch team! Let me introduce you - Dimi Trov!"

A figure in red riding on a broomstick flew into the field from an entrance below. He flew too fast to see clearly. He won enthusiastic cheers from Bulgarian supporters.

"Ivanova!"

The second figure in a bright red robe swished out.

"Zograf! Lefsky! Wokanov! Volkov! Next is Krum!"

"It's him, it's him!" Ron shouted, following Krum with his panoramic telescope. Harry quickly pointed his telescope at him.

Victor Krum is black and thin. His skin is grayish yellow. He has a big hook nose and two thick black eyebrows. He looks like a huge eagle. I can't believe he's only eighteen.

"Now, please welcome the Irish National Quidditch team!" bagman shouted loudly in a long tone. "It's Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Marlette! Moran! Quigley! And Lynch!"

Seven fuzzy green figures flew to the field. Harry turned a small button on the side of the panoramic telescope, slowed down the players, saw that "fire crossbows and arrows" were printed on their flying brooms, and saw their names rusted with silver thread on their backs.

"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the well supported President of the international Quidditch Federation, who flew all the way from Egypt!"

It was a short, thin wizard who strode to the stadium in a pure gold robe matching the color of the stadium.

He was bald, but his beard was comparable to Hagrid's. A silver whistle came out from under his beard.

He had a big wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.

Harry adjusted the panoramic telescope back to normal speed and watched carefully. Mustafa stepped on his broomstick and kicked the wooden box away - four balls jumped into the air: the bright red ghost flying ball, two black swimming balls, and the small, small, winged Golden Snitch.

Harry only glanced at it and it flew away.

Musta whistled and followed the balls into the air

"Wait, what's that!" Harry suddenly found that something in the distant sky seemed to be flying this way. "Look, what's that?"

Although everyone focused on the competition field, it was difficult for them not to pay attention as those flying things got closer and closer.

"... why did Buckbeak... Oh, my God! It's Marca!" Hermione screamed in surprise.

"Quidditch... Actually, I like it too," said Marca calmly, who was riding on Buckbeak. "It's a very relaxing sport."

Just then, he suddenly shouted behind him, "keep up! We should say hello to these friends from all over the world!"

With that, Maka jumped up and jumped into the air on Buckbeak's back. With a flick of his wand in his right hand, a broom quickly ran under him.

When he patted Buckbeak, the clever Eagle horse immediately turned around and flew away from the scene before the people of the Ministry of magic had time to respond.

Maka took the lead and rushed into the world cup on a broom.

When the players in Bulgaria and Ireland were caught by surprise, Maka drove his broomstick to the left and right like a butterfly and rowed several arcs in mid air.

Among the Quidditch players who belong to the national teams of the two countries, he wantonly showed his flying skills and drew the attention of all the audience to himself.

Judge Mustafa blew a silver whistle hard, and the order maintenance personnel of the Ministry of magic were closing in a hurry, but Maka suddenly turned over and pulled up, and the sudden high speed blew his robe.

When he pulled up to a very high position, the dynamic and static deceleration shocked the professional players. He turned again and suddenly copied with his right hand

"... snitch! Snitch of gold!"

In the originally silent audience, I don't know who suddenly shouted that sentence, and the audience was boiling.

Although the sudden change surprised everyone inexplicably, Maka's series of flying movements like clouds and flowing water made these enthusiastic Quidditch fans ignore anything.

"Or, witches are always a little paranoid and unreasonable..." Maka murmured and suddenly shook her head. "Isn't it even me?"

He held out his wand and pointed it gently at his throat.

"Loud voice!"

"Good evening, wizard friends from all over the world!" Maka's voice suddenly exploded on the field and rang through the whole field. "I believe it's sudden, but the game is over!"

He raised the Golden Snitch in his hand and then said, "of course, today..."

Although the audience in the stands were curious to hear what he said, it was obvious that the people of the Ministry of magic would not be indifferent to it.

For a time, many people had come up on spare brooms.

But the former Death Eaters brought out by him from Azkaban are naturally not vegetarian. Their madness is far from being comparable to Lucius's kind of self-protection.

When Bellatrix's wand gave off a miserable green light, the audience finally stirred up, but the people of the Ministry of magic dared not act rashly.

With a wave of her wand, Maka pulled the Ministry employee Bellatrix was aiming at a few feet away, and Avada's curse failed.

"What are you doing?" Bellatrix screamed furiously.

"Shut up." Maka said coldly, "stay in the back and don't move."

"You --" "whew!"

An invisible blade passed Bellatrix's ear, and her long, untidy hair was cut off by almost half - a control that immediately shut her mouth.

"The accuracy of this wand is really a little... It almost cut her head." Maka took back her wand and pulled the corner of her mouth secretly.

"It was just an accident. I promise that no one will lose their lives today," Marca continued in a loud voice. "You must not know who I am, so I'll introduce myself here first -"

"I'm Marca McLean, a student at Hogwarts - well, that's right. But now, I officially announce that I'm leaving Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry... Because that place makes me cold!"

"When I was framed as a murderer, Hogwarts did not stand up for me; when I was sent to Azkaban by the British Ministry of magic, Hogwarts did not stand up for me; when I was alone and shivering among Dementors, when I was puzzled and silently carrying unwarranted charges, Hogwarts still did not stand up for me Did not stand up for me! "

The audience, which had been in turmoil, gradually quieted down amid Maka's sad complaints. Many people are aware of the huge amount of information hidden in it.

"Yes, you should be very interested - how could I be framed as a murderer?" Maka squeezed out a smile. "I believe you should remember that Sirius Black who is still at large?"

"But unfortunately, he is not a criminal, and he was framed!"

Sirius's situation is too special. His escape from prison once made a lot of noise, but now, someone actually says he is innocent and framed?

What happened?

"Catch him! Catch them! They are fugitives from Azkaban! Azkaban has escaped again!"

Suddenly, the Minister of magic fudge standing in the highest stand suddenly shouted, and his tone changed because of tension and fear.

Maka looked around. He could see that Harry, Ron and Hermione, as well as some other acquaintances, were looking at him in amazement, with incredible light in their eyes.

Maka smiled at them with difficulty, and then looked coldly at fudge. The people of the Ministry of magic heard the minister's order and rushed to Maka.

Maka cooperated with the death eaters to counterattack and suppress. Under Maka's powerful spell, the situation of the Ministry of magic was more to less stabilized.

But the staff of the Ministry of magic continues to increase, and many people are coming from a distance. The current situation seems to collapse soon.

But he saw Maka's wand wave violently, his eyes looking straight ahead, a huge skull virtual shadow suddenly appeared from the tip of his wand, and rushed straight to the formation of the Ministry of magic with a frightening roar.

Then there was a dumpling like fall - most of them had been hit directly at their souls and lost their God quietly.

"Minister fudge, do you still want to cover up the truth with violence? Are you so worried about losing your position as Minister of magic?"

"You're talking nonsense! I --"

Fudge's words were interrupted by Marca.

"Dear viewers, I repeat again - today, no one will lose their lives! And I just want to expose all this! I want you to know, let you remember and let you guard!"

"... because no one can say whether the next lamb for sin will be you!"

Just a moment before Maka's voice fell, several light regiments outside the stadium burst into the sky, exploded in the air, and turned into green skeletons spitting snake heads.

"... finally started." Maka calmly looked at the black devil signs, with a faint light in her eyes.