vncnus Chapter 102 Riot
Chapter 102 Riot
In competitive sports, there are always winners and losers. For the Weasley family, who were born and raised in Britain, Ireland's victory was undoubtedly what most of them wanted to see.
“Ron, you can’t say such vulgar things. If your mother finds out, she’ll definitely give you a hard time.”
"That's right, Ron! You'll be sorry!"
Having already recovered from the defeat against Bulgaria, Ron didn't argue with his father. He glanced at George and Fred, who were gloating in the kitchen, and lowered his head in apology:
"I'm sorry, Dad. I won't say those things again."
Arthur Weasley didn't punish his youngest son too much; he patted Ron's head and comforted him:
“That’s good. We can’t be like those Americans who say everything. But then again, Krum is indeed a respectable opponent. If the entire Irish team hadn’t been equipped with fire arrows, he probably would have carried the Bulgarian team to victory.”
"That's exactly right! The final score difference was only ten points! If Ireland hadn't scored two more goals during the scramble, Bulgaria would have really won!"
"You've fallen in love with him, Ron!"
"Shut up, Ginny."
Pfft!
Suddenly, a commotion outside the tent caught Mr. Weasley's attention. He gave Charlie and Bill a few instructions, then grabbed his coat and went outside.
Unaware of what was about to happen, Ginny and Ron didn't notice that Harry had also Apparated out of the tent. They were playfully fighting with a special gilded Irish flag that they had somehow obtained.
"He dances through the air like a bird, light as a feather!"
"Oh Viktor~ I love you."
"He's not just an athlete! He's an artist!"
"Oh Viktor, I'm willing to marry you."
"Ireland may win this World Cup, but remember what I said today: the future of Quidditch belongs to Viktor Krum."
"When we are separated, my heart will only beat for you!"
"Oh, enough of you two! Go find Percy and leave me alone."
The Weasley twins, singing "Krumm Love Song" incessantly beside Ron, were making Ginny laugh so hard she could hardly breathe. However, just as they were about to sing the next verse, Mr. Weasley rushed back.
"Hurry, kids! We have to get out of here."
Sensing something was amiss, Charlie and Bill simultaneously stood up and asked:
"What happened, Dad?"
"Are the Irish and Bulgarians fighting?"
Mr. Weasley moved with surprising speed, tossing his coat to the children as he replied:
"He's not Irish, and he has nothing to do with Bulgaria. It's urgent, we'll talk more on the way. Ginny! Don't pack your things, let's just throw on a coat and get going!"
Half a minute later, the Weasleys and Hermione, who had anxiously stepped out of the tent, had completely lost the excitement they had felt after watching the World Cup.
The atmosphere at the camp had changed at some point; the songs that once consisted of various languages were slowly replaced by the sounds of people running around in panic and screaming.
"Where's Harry? Has anyone seen him...?"
"what!"
Hermione was interrupted by the scream of a strange witch. Following the direction of the sound, they saw a group of strange people wearing masks and hoods, carrying wands, moving between the tents.
“I need to go and meet up with the people in the department to help them maintain order. Bill and Charlie, you two need to protect your younger siblings and lead them into the woods. Don’t let them get separated or look back. I’ll come find you after things are settled.”
"But Harry..."
"I'll find Harry, don't worry, now, hurry!"
After saying this, Mr. Weasley ran off in the direction the Death Eaters were coming from. Bill and Charlie wanted to help, but since their father had entrusted their younger siblings to them, they didn't hesitate any longer.
"Hurry, everyone keep up! Everything will be alright!"
"Get all your wands out! Fred, George, each of you take one of Ginny's hands!"
"I can walk by myself!"
Ginny, slightly annoyed, drew her wand and said:
"Besides, if each person holds one hand, how am I supposed to hold my wand!"
In a sense, if all the wizards in the camp were as brave as Ginny, then the Death Eater group of only a few dozen people would never have caused such a large riot.
Unfortunately, even with magic, many wizards would choose to flee or surrender to survive when faced with dangerous armed forces. This is similar to the absurd scenario during World War II where a small number of Muggle soldiers escorted a large number of prisoners of war.
......
Ten minutes later, when the Weasley family arrived in the woods, Ministry of Magic staff had already arrived at the scene from all directions.
The cries of the children and women brought the atmosphere of anxiety and tension to a fever pitch.
In the center of a cluster of burning tents, several cruel and twisted Death Eaters stopped their aimless destruction and began to humiliate the four Muggles they had just captured with their wands.
Those were Mr. Roberts, the camp administrator, and his wife and children.
"Put them down!"
An Auror shouted angrily.
The Death Eaters remained silent, responding only with laughter, and instead chose to toy with the "puppet" hanging in the sky in an even more insulting manner.
Mr. Roberts' pajamas and pants were ripped off, Mrs. Roberts' body was twisted into a pretzel, and their child was turned into a human spinning top, spinning endlessly, more than sixty feet off the ground.
Seeing this, Harry, who had learned of the Death Eaters' plan from the Malfoys beforehand, finally couldn't contain himself any longer. He drew his wand and silently chanted towards the four figures in the sky:
"Finite!" (The curse stops)
"Protego!" (Protego armor)
"Arresto momentum!" (Stop speeding)
Swish!
The Death Eaters, who were laughing just a second ago, panicked instantly. Someone who could cast three spells in an instant with a silent spell was not someone that the incompetent people in the Ministry of Magic could compare to.
In an instant, more than a dozen wands shot out curses in Harry's direction.
Boom!
A deafening explosion erupted from the camp, the shockwave from the magical clash extinguishing the flames burning on the magic tents.
Some of the Aurors and Death Eaters stumbled, having never witnessed a top-tier wizard in battle before. They even forgot the purpose of their trip, their only thought being to see what kind of person could unleash such powerful magic.
As the smoke slowly dissipated, a deep blue flower bud began to sway like a water lily in a river.
Protego Gubraithian.
Protected by celestial fire.
This is the spell Harry used to fend off the combined attack of the Death Eaters.
Since successfully modifying Grindelwald's Fire Shield, Harry hasn't used it at full power. Firstly, its power is too great, so it rarely gets a chance to be used. Secondly, the magic consumption of "Fairyfire Shield" is too great; even just twenty minutes can leave Harry as tired as Flobber the caterpillar.
"Amazing! The magic power of the Celestial Fire Protection consumes so much, but your magic power doesn't seem to be decreasing at all. With you providing the magic power for me, I feel like I can maintain the fire shield 24 hours a day."
"You're the one who's amazing. I never thought you could improve this spell so successfully. I really want to see Grindelwald's expression after witnessing this move."
The heartfelt praise made Harry and Moran, these two close friends, exchange pleasantries. Their first joint battle after a year apart also filled them with excitement.
"Finish the fight in three minutes?"
Mo Ran suggested, with a hint of joking.
"One minute."
Harry said confidently, then waved his wand and charged forward.
call!
Like a howling wind, the once quiet Ancient Flame of Bula revealed its fangs.
The Death Eaters, who thought they had a fighting chance due to their numbers, all began to fantasize about magically producing a bottle of Felix Felicis from their pockets to escape.
A wave of intense heat swept in, turning the surrounding air scorching and distorted. The grass on the ground withered and turned to ash instantly, and the earth cracked and parched. The magical tents, which had been saved by the shockwave of the explosion, curled up and burned, crackling and popping.
The voice seemed to be questioning Harry:
Do you want to save me or not?
......
In the Harry Potter universe, the individual strength differences among wizards are greater than the differences between different species in the Muggle world. This is why, compared to a stable pyramid structure, a thumbtack-like shape better reflects the true composition of the magical world's combat power.
Like those guys in the original story who fantasized about following Fudge to escort Dumbledore to Azkaban, young Aurors who didn't experience Voldemort's era simply don't understand what a legendary wizard is.
Beneath the soaring flames, the immense power of the Ancient Blaze Immortal Fire was like a giant iron hammer, forcefully smashing open their undeveloped minds.
Shock, awe, incomprehension, and existential doubt.
The tension of facing the unexpected situation disappeared, and the Aurors, who had been enlightened by Har's top-level magic, did not feel happy about the victory.
Like the Death Eaters surrounded by flames, most of the young people who had only worked at the Ministry of Magic for a few years looked deathly pale.
Sometime later, Batty Crouch, who had disappeared all night, arrived at the scene.
Noticing the stunned looks on his subordinates' faces and the gradually dying blue flames in the distance, he raised his wand and rushed forward without hesitation.
"Who's there!"
Harry, not wanting to reveal his identity, did not answer.
"I'm warning you, confess and you'll be treated leniently, this is your last chance!"
"That's what Barty Crouch said again."
His voice was loud, like that of a completely clueless fool. However, as a former Minister of Magical Execution, Barty was no greenhorn. His "foolish" shouting was a ploy to buy time for the elite Aurors and to draw Harry's attention.
Soon, a dozen wizards descended from the sky amidst a series of crackling sounds, their wands raised high as they shouted in unison:
"Stupefy!" (Faints and collapses)
A series of dazzling red lights shot out from all directions, and Harry felt as if his hair was being blown about by a strong wind.
"Protego Horribillis." (Super armor protects you)
boom!
A loud explosion, slightly smaller than the one during the fight with the Death Eaters, suddenly rang out, completely drowning out the sound of Harry Apparating.
"Expelliarmus!" (Expelliarmus)
"Immobulus!" (Everyone freezes)
"Petrificus totalus!" (All petrified!)
"Stop!"
Crouch said coldly and without any emotion:
"That person is already gone. Did any of you see who did it?"
The group looked at each other and shook their heads.