Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 145: Bone reappearance

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please give a warm welcome-the Bulgarian National Quidditch team! I will introduce to you-Dimi Trof!"

A figure in a red dress riding on a flying broomstick flew into the arena from an entrance below. He flew so fast that he couldn't see clearly. He won the enthusiastic applause of the Bulgarian team supporters.

"Ivanova!"

The second figure in a bright red robe swishes out.

"Zoglav! Levsky! Vokanov! 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.

Viktor Krum was black and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a large hooked nose, two thick black eyebrows, and looked like a huge eagle. It's hard to believe that he is only eighteen years old.

"Now, please welcome--Ireland National Quidditch!" Bagman yelled loudly, with a long tone, "It's Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And—Lin Qi!"

Seven vaguely green figures flew to the field. Harry turned a small button on the side of the panoramic telescope to slow down the players' movements. He could see that all their flying broomsticks were printed with "Firebolt". I also saw their names rusted with silver threads on their backs.

"And our referee today, the well-supported President of the International Quidditch Federation, Hassan Mustafa, who flew from Egypt not far away!"

It was a short, lean wizard who wore a pure golden robe that matched the color of the gymnasium and strode towards the arena.

The top of his head is completely bald, but that big beard is comparable to Hagrid. I saw a silver whistle sticking out from under his beard.

He has a large wooden box under one arm, and his broomstick under the other.

Harry turned the panoramic telescope back to normal speed, and watched carefully as Mustafa stepped on his flying broomstick and kicked the wooden box away with one foot—four **** jumped into the air all at once: the bright red ghost fly The ball, two black wandering balls, and the tiny golden snitch with wings.

Harry only glanced at it, and it flew without a trace.

Musta whistled and followed those **** into the air...

"Wait, what is that!" Harry suddenly discovered that something seemed to be flying in the distant sky, "Look, what is that?"

Although everyone is focusing on the playing field, as the flying objects get closer and closer, it is difficult for them not to pay attention.

"...Why would Buckbeak...Oh, my God! It's Maca!" Hermione screamed in surprise.

"Quidditch...Actually, I like it," he said calmly with Maca riding on Buckbeak, "It's a very relaxing exercise."

While he was talking, he suddenly shouted behind him: "Keep up! We should say hello to these friends from all over the world!"

After speaking, Maca stood up and jumped into the air on Buckbeak's back. With a light wave of the wand in his right hand, a broom quickly rushed under him.

He patted Buckbeak, and the clever eagle horse immediately turned around and flew away from the scene before the people at the Ministry of Magic had time to react.

Maca took the lead, riding a broomstick into the World Cup.

The players in Bulgaria and Ireland were caught off guard. Maca drove his broomstick to fly from side to side like a butterfly, tracing several arcs in mid-air.

He unscrupulously showed his flying skills among the Quidditch players who belonged to the national teams of the two countries, and brought all the audience's attention to him.

The referee Musta blew the silver whistle vigorously, and the Ministry of Magic personnel to maintain order also hurriedly closed, but Maca suddenly turned over and took off, and the sudden high speed blew his robe. It's going to be hunting.

When he rose to an extremely high position, the dynamic and quiet slowdown shocked the professional players. I saw him turn again, and his right hand swiped abruptly...

"...Snitch! Golden Snitch!"

In the originally silent auditorium, someone suddenly yelled such a sentence, and the audience suddenly boiled over.

Although the sudden change made everyone surprised, but Macana's series of flying movements, like clouds and flowing water, made these fanatical Quidditch fans careless.

"Otherwise, wizards are always a bit paranoid and unreasonable..." Maca murmured, and then suddenly shook his head, "Isn't I included in the calculation?"

He stretched out his wand and pointed it lightly at his throat.

"Sounding loud and loud!"

"Wizard friends from all over the world, good evening everyone!" Maca's voice suddenly exploded on the arena, resounding throughout the venue, "I believe this is 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 listening curiously to what he said, the people at the Ministry of Magic were obviously not indifferent to this.

For a time, quite a few people have been riding around on spare broomsticks.

But the former Death Eaters he brought out of Azkaban are naturally not vegetarians, and their crazy energy is far from the kind of Lucius who patronizes Mingzhe to protect himself.

When Bellatrix's wand released a piercing green light, the audience finally commotion, but the people at the Ministry of Magic did not dare to act rashly.

Maca waved his magic wand and pulled the Ministry employee whom Bellatrix was aiming at by a few feet, and the Avadaso spell fell through.

"What are you doing!" Bellatrix screamed furiously.

"Shut up." Maca said coldly, "Just stay behind, don't move around."

"You--" "Shoo!"

An invisible blade flicked in Bellatrix's ears, and her stray long hair was cut by nearly half-this control made her shut her mouth immediately.

"The quasi-head of this wand is really a bit... it almost cuts her head." Maca retracted the wand and turned her back and twitched the corner of her mouth secretly.

"It was just an accident. I promise that no one will lose his life today," Maca continued, "Presumably you don’t know who I am, so I’ll be a self here. Introduction——"

"I’m Maca McLean, a student at Hogwarts—well, or rather, it used to be true. But now, I officially announce that I’m leaving Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... …Because of that place, it chills me!"

"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 either ; When I was alone, alone and trembling among the dementors, when I was puzzling and silently burdened with unwarranted charges, Hogwarts still did not stand up for me!"

The auditorium, which was in the turmoil, gradually calmed down amidst Maca’s grief. Many people are aware of the huge amount of information hidden in it.

"Yes, everyone should be very interested-how did I get framed as a murderer?" Maca forced a smile, "I believe you should remember the Sirius Black who is still at large. Right?"

"But unfortunately, he is not a criminal, he is also framed!"

Sirius's situation is so special. His escape from prison once caused a lot of noise, but now, some people actually say that he is innocent and is framed?

What happened in this?

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

Suddenly, the Minister of Magic Fudge standing in the highest stand suddenly yelled loudly, and his voice was deformed because of tension and fear.

Maca turned his head and looked. He could see that Harry, Ron, Hermione, and some other acquaintances were looking at him inexplicably in astonishment, with incredible light in their eyes.

Maca struggled to show them a smile, and then looked at Fudge coldly. And those people in the Ministry of Magic heard the minister's order and rushed towards Maca bitterly.

Maca cooperated with the Death Eaters to counterattack and suppress. Under Maca's powerful curse, the original situation of the Ministry of Magic, which was more than less, has stabilized.

But the Ministry of Magic's personnel continues to increase, and many people are coming from afar, and the current situation seems to soon collapse.

However, he saw Maca’s wand violently waved, his eyes were looking straight ahead, a huge phantom of a skull suddenly appeared from the tip of his wand, and rushed towards the Ministry of Magic with a roar that stunned the soul. In the formation.

Immediately afterwards, there was a dumpling-like fall--most of them had already been hit by their souls, and they lost their senses in silence.

"Minister Fudge~IndoMTL.com~Do you still want to use violence to cover up the truth? Could it be that you are so worried about losing your position as Minister of Magic in the UK?"

"You bullshit! I—"

Fudge was interrupted by Maca.

"Dear viewers, I repeat again-today, no one will lose their lives! And I just want to expose all of this! I want everyone to know and remember, Let everyone be on alert!"

"...Because no one can say, the next scapegoat will be you!"

Just a moment before the Maca’s voice was over, several light groups rose into the sky outside the arena, exploded in high altitude, turning into aquamarine skulls with snake heads.

"...Finally started." Maca looked at the Dark Marks calmly, a faint light gleaming in his eyes.