Chapter 143

"Come out, Bellatrix."

Maka shook her wand and scattered the dust around her. She looked coldly at the poor woman who had shrunk inside and said calmly.

"What are you going to do!" Bellatrix shook her long hair and stared at Marca with red eyes, with crazy colors flashing in her pupils.

"Don't you want to come out?" Maka asked coldly.

He doesn't have to pretend. In his current state, with a calm face and expressionless appearance, he is a big... Er, small villain who ignores all life.

Although he has been growing up recently, his childish appearance reveals his age.

"Of course!" Bellatrix rose abruptly, but kept looking at Maka's wand with a frightened look. "I'm waiting all the time... Waiting for the master to pick me out! I've always believed that the master will come! He won't forget his loyal servant!"

"But... Why did you let me out?" she looked fierce and looked at Maka as if she were looking at something extremely dangerous. She was vigilant every second.

Maka took a step to the side of the prison door and squeezed out a cold smile on her face.

"Although I don't care what your master is going to do, there is no doubt that he has come back -"

"What! Really? Where is he?" Bellatrix was surprised by the news. She even ignored Maka's dangerous smell and grabbed Maka's sleeve like jumping over.

"I'm just taking you to see him..." Marca didn't care about the dirty hands holding on to his sleeve. He just said carelessly, "do you want to see him? Do you want to come back to him -"

"Oh, I mean... Tom Riddle."

"How dare you call Lord Dark Lord by his name! This is unforgivable --!" Bellatrix reached out and wanted to slap Marca in the face.

However, the next moment, she was like a kite with a broken line. She was bounced out and hit the wall heavily.

"Then call him the Dark Lord..." Maka didn't care. "The name is just a code - in my opinion, people who randomly change their 'real name'... Hum..."

"Well, follow up!" Marca said no more. As soon as she turned around, she went to the other end of the corridor first.

Before long, when Maka appeared at the gate of Azkaban's fortress, many people had gathered behind him. Most of them look sick. It seems that "happiness" has been away from them for a long time

But even so, the basic judgment of these guys still exists. If you can stay in Azkaban for so long, which of these people is not a strong willed thing?

But when they watched Maka wave and slapped the Dementors away, they didn't even use a magic wand. Whether crazy or slightly rational, they can't help but fear him.

In their eyes, Maka is a new generation of Dark Lord - even if Voldemort is an irreplaceable master in their hearts, they are deeply impressed by his fear of power like instinct.

"Bang!"

Without saying a word, Maka raised her wand and sent out a bright fire. In a moment, it exploded in the air and tore open the endless night over Azkaban.

In an instant, two figures, one big and one small, fluttered from the distant sky. When they were close, they found that it was an eagle headed horse winged beast and a surprisingly large owl.

It was the eagle mabak bick and his owl MafA who were saved by Maka.

On bakbica's paw, she was carrying a big package. Maka removed the fire light as a signal and made a floating spell to take the package.

"One by one, come with me to the Quidditch World Cup," Marca sneered. "Make a good noise! I think your host will like it."

The package was opened as like as two peas of broom and a few new magic wands that looked exactly the same.

"For the Lord of the Dark Lord!" Bellatrix shouted wildly, and there was a wild cry of agreement around her.

Dark clouds are gathering in the distant sky. It seems that the rainstorm that has just stopped will come to Azkaban again.

……

Just then, Harry and they were trudging along the dark, wet path towards the village. There was silence everywhere, only their own footsteps could be heard.

As they passed through the village, the sky slowly brightened, and the original darkness gradually turned into a dark blue.

Harry's hands and feet were frozen. Mr. Weasley kept looking at his watch.

They began to climb the stoat mountain. From time to time, they tripped over the hidden rabbit hole, or slipped on the dark and sticky grass leaves. They couldn't speak out at all.

Every time Harry breathed, he felt a tingling pain in his chest and his legs could not move. At this time, he finally found his feet on the flat ground.

"Oh," gasped Mr. Weasley, taking off his glasses and wiping his shirt, "yes, we arrived on time - ten minutes left!"

Luna was the last one to reach the top of the mountain. She looked a little weak - but Hermione in front of her didn't seem much better.

"Now we just need to find the door key," said Mr. Weasley, putting on his glasses and squinting on the ground. "It won't be very big... Find it..."

Everyone was about to spread out to look for it, but Luna stretched out her hand.

"There."

"Oh! That's right!" Mr. Weasley turned his head and saw an old boot lying on the grass. "Miss Lovegood, your eyes are so sharp... I think you must be an excellent seeker if you go to the Quidditch team!"

At this time, on the other side of the mountain, two tall figures were set off by the starry night sky.

"Amos!" said Mr. Weasley, smiling and striding towards the man who called him.

The others followed quickly.

Mr. Weasley shook hands with a red faced wizard with a short brown beard. The man had something in his other hand, like a moldy old boot.

"Let me introduce you. This is Amos Diggory." Mr. Weasley said. "He works in the Department of magical animal management and control. This is his son Cedric. I think you all know him?"

Cedric Digory, the current captain and seeker of the Quidditch team at hutchpatch College - of course they all know.

It can be said that many people are secretly grateful to the captain! Because when he took office, the "scoring maniac" McLean finally stopped playing - everyone was wondering if he had any grudges with Marca!

"Hi, Hello," Cedric said, turning to look at everyone.

Everyone answered "Hi", and even Fred and George, two members of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, naturally said hello.

Although Cedric is also a strong seeker, his performance is nothing compared with Maka.

"Come a long way, Arthur?" Cedric's father asked.

"Well," said Mr. Weasley, "we live on the other side of the village. How about you?"

"I got up at two o'clock, didn't I, Sid? To tell you the truth, I wish he had passed the phantom development test earlier. But... There's nothing to complain about... The Quidditch World Cup must not be missed, even if it had to pay a pocket of gallon - in fact, it really cost so much to buy a ticket. But I managed to deal with it. It's not too difficult..." Amos? Digory looked kindly at the three Weasleys, Harry, Hermione and Ginny. "Arthur, are these your children?"

"Oh, no, the red haired ones," Mr. Weasley introduced one by one. "This is Hermione, Ron's friend - this is Harry and Ron's friend -"

"My God," Amos's eyes opened wide. He even interrupted Mr. Weasley's introduction to Luna, "Harry? Harry Potter?"

"Well - yes," said Harry.

Harry was used to people staring at him curiously when they first met him, and they were used to looking at the scar on his forehead at once, but it always made him feel very uncomfortable.

"Of course, Sid talked about you," Amos Diggory said. "He told us about his game with you last year... I said to him, I said - SID, you can tell your grandchildren when you get old. It's great... You beat Harry Potter!"

Harry didn't know how to answer, so he didn't say anything. Fred and George frowned again.

"Harry fell off the broom, Dad," Cedric muttered with embarrassment on his face, "and most of the points scored that day were due to McClane's activity..."

"Yes, but you didn't fall down, did you?" Amos said affectionately and loudly, patting his son on the back. "Our sid is always so modest and always a gentleman... But the winner is always the best. I'm sure Harry would say the same, right? As for that McClane, he obviously doesn't score as much as you!"

"If Marca is a seeker, it's estimated that the game will end in the blink of an eye..." Hermione couldn't help muttering, "well, I mean... It's not much to watch, is it?"

"It's almost time," said Mr. Weasley quickly, taking out his pocket watch again. "Do you know who we're waiting for, Amos?"

"No, the fawcets didn't get tickets," said Mr. Digory. "There's no one else in this area, is there?"

"Not as far as I know," said Mr. Weasley. "Well, there's another minute... We should be in place..."

At 5:07, the people who put their fingers on the old boots disappeared in the blink of an eye with a burst of space contraction.