v4 Chapter 22： Rewards (2 in 1)

"Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?" Tom walked into the tent with a tray in one hand and a pot of freshly boiled water in the other. The tent was very lively, and everyone was discussing the game just now. Charlie and Mr. Wesley were arguing, and the others split into two factions, each supporting one of them.

"Let me tell you, the Irish team won't win, this victory was stolen!" Charlie tapped the table with his hands.

"Ha! It was stolen? Why do you think the Bulgarian team must be able to score that goal?" Mr. Wesley blushed and shouted loudly: "And you said, why is the referee distracted?!"

Charlie suddenly lost his temper.

Fred took the opportunity to jump out to make up the knife: "It was the mascot of the Bulgarian team that lit Mr. Mustafa's broom and made him unable to concentrate - this is called cocooning!"

The point of contention between the two sides was the bludger just played by the Irish team. Charlie felt that if a free throw was executed, the difference between Bulgaria and Ireland would be reduced to 150 points. More importantly, the Irish team The overwhelming offensive will come to a standstill. One advance and one retreat, maybe Bulgaria will win - so Ireland won't be able to win.

Mr. Weisslai thinks this is too nonsense. Let’s not talk about whether the free throw can be scored or not. Even if it is scored, it will only reduce the point difference to 150 points. It is only a matter of time before the Bulgarian team is reopened.

The two sides hold their own opinions, and it is difficult to convince the other side.

This was the state of the tent when Tom came in.

"Ah, Tom!" Mr. Wesley saw Tom and the kettle in his hand. "Great, I need a cup of tea to moisten my throat."

The flames of war were extinguished at once, and everyone came to Tom for an intermission - drink something to moisten their throats, replenish their strength, and then "fight" again.

"No coffee! You're going to bed in a while!" Mr. Wesley sternly stopped Fred, who wanted an espresso, and replaced his drink with hot chocolate.

After a while, everyone had their favorite drink in their hands.

"I'm going to grill some more sausage." Tom had no interest in the debate after the game, he just wanted to have a grilled sausage before going to bed.

After he put the sausages on the Finnish wood stove, Hermione followed, and the two sat cross-legged together, looking at the red glowing Finnish wood stove in front of them, smelling the oily aroma of grilled sausages.

The camp on their side has gradually fallen into silence - mostly neutral fans here, not like the crazy celebrations of the Irish, as for the place where the Irish are entrenched, you can still hear bursts of singing and strange banging.

Tonight has been a sleepless night for those on duty at the Ministry of Magic. As soon as Tom walked out of the tent, he saw Dawlish running in a hurry in a certain direction. He was very busy tonight.

"Are you hungry?" Tom asked the girl next to him.

"A little bit, but... I'd better not eat it. Eating at night will make meat grow." Hermione said dutifully, looking at the grilled sausages in the wood stove.

"Meat is good, I like girls with sensuality." Tom doesn't care, no matter what Hermione becomes, she will always be the white moonlight in his heart - well, in the future, he will definitely find Nick Lemay and learn magic The way the stone is made keeps Hermione as beautiful as she is now.

Now that Tom gave a step, Hermione got off the donkey down the **** and nodded, indicating that she could serve a small sausage.

Of course, only one!

"Mr. Granger and they went to rest?" Tom shifted his ass, bringing himself and Hermione closer.

"Yes, they don't know Quidditch very well, but they had a great time today," Hermione whispered.

"Is that so..." Tom hugged Hermione in his arms, unexpectedly, the girl suddenly twisted in his arms, changed her movements, lay directly on the ground, and put her legs on Tom's thighs.

"I'm very satisfied with your performance against... today, so this is your reward." Hermione summoned her courage and said to Tom in a calm tone.

Tom looked at the "reward" on his lap, dumbfounded.

"Is this a reward?"

"That's right, I-I allow you to... give me a massage." Hermione lowered her voice even lower, for fear that someone would hear it.

Tom scratched his head, damn, did he act so obvious? !

Well, since Hermione said so, I don't have to pretend to be a gentleman.

Tom gently took off the square-toed school shoes on Hermione's feet, revealing the cute feet wrapped in black long cotton socks. He put Hermione's shoes aside and gently kneaded Hermione's soles with his hands.

Tom's technique was very skillful, one heavy and two light, and Hermione's body was softened by kneading. At the end of the day, Hermione walked a lot, and her feet were sore. Tom's massage, just right, just helped her to dredge and relieve her fatigue.

Hermione realized that the arches of her feet were being wrapped in warm palms, and the numbness that hit her almost made her fall asleep.

After pressing for a while, Hermione suddenly heard a rustling sound. She felt something lift her pant legs, and then a cool breeze came from her feet. She opened her eyes and saw that Tom had just taken his socks off his legs.

"Let it dry." Tom rolled his socks into a ball and tucked them into the pockets of Hermione's jeans. "It's not good for your health to cover it all the time."

The shy girl closed her eyes and pretended she was still sleeping, but the red behind her ears exposed her.

Tom didn't expose her either, just holding those white jade feet in a daze.

I'm afraid it won't be very peaceful tonight. The remnants of those Death Eaters are probably almost unable to bear the stimulation of alcohol, right? But this time there wasn't a single Barty Crouch Jr. to scare them off. It's funny, too. The self-proclaimed Death Eaters run faster than the Ministry of Magic when they see the Dark Mark.

He and Dumbledore's plan didn't know where to go. Since Tom is only responsible for coming up with ideas in this plan, and Dumbledore is responsible for the execution, there is a small drawback: if Dumbledore wants to hide the progress, Tom has nothing to do with him!

Tom had written a few times before and wanted to know how the plan was going, but Dumbledore had perfunctory it. The reply is always a bunch of nonsense plus the sentence "everything is going well", which makes people angry! It can only be said that Dumbledore's sense of confidentiality is quite strong, and he knows what "one-line contact" is.

Maybe this is Dumbledore's prudence!

Snapped!

The casings of the sausages burst with the boiling grease, making a crisp sound, pulling Tom back to the real world. Tom saw that the sausages were cooked and hurriedly took them off the stove.

"Come on, Hermione, try the sausage you just baked!"

"Okay—wait, Tom Yodell, go wash your hands first!!!"

...

"We used to be called 'Walpurgis Knights' when we were students." The tent was full of alcohol, and a group of wizards gathered around the fire. They all changed into pure black wizard robes and put them on. hood.

The Walpurgis knight in his mouth was the predecessor of the Death Eaters.

"We are all from an ancient and great family, brought together by lofty ideals," the wizard at the head was tying up his smooth blond hair and stuffing it into his hood. Yi has never changed. Even if we are forced to endure due to the general trend, our hearts have never changed!”

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The people around them nodded, indicating that their aspirations have never changed.

"In my eyes, there is no black magic, those magics are just art perverted by vulgar laws!" The hooded man in the lead continued to guide everyone's emotions.

"Unfortunately, after the master left, these arts were shelved and trampled by those mud. They were afraid, they were afraid that we would regain power..."

Speaking of the master, a burly man by the fire roared in a low voice, "There are no two days, and there is only one sun in my heart!"

After saying this sentence, the scene instantly became cold, and then everyone echoed in a louder voice: "That's right! The master is the only sun in our hearts!"

As for why the sun has been wandering in the Albanian jungles for more than ten years without being taken care of, that is another matter.

Although the brawny man didn't open the pot before, he finally opened his mouth, and everyone expressed their dissatisfaction with a lot of tongues.

This person complained that the Ministry of Magic is now rampant with insects, and mixed-blood mudbloods can stand in high positions.

The hooded man at the head listened for a while, and felt that the heat was almost here, he interrupted everyone's discussion: "We Walpurgis knights are very simple, born for the greatest interests of the wizards, but we have been Misunderstood, framed... We've been silent for too long, and now... it's time for those Mudbloods to see how good we are!"

"Yes!"

"well said!"

The crowd joined in.

This incessant rhythmic hooded man was none other than Lucius Malfoy. But don't look at him like Voldemort's loyal dog, in fact, this guy's mouth is full of philosophies, and his heart is all about business. No matter how hysterical he said, it couldn't change the fact that his sitting here means betrayal to Voldemort. Voldemort's true followers, his most loyal group of Death Eaters, either died in the battle with the Order of the Phoenix or were imprisoned in Azkaban, and those who can live free to this day have more or less betrayal.

Lucius took the opportunity of the World Cup finals to hold a rally today, one is to vent his dissatisfaction, and the other is to leave a way out for himself. If the mysterious man really makes a comeback in the future, he may have an explanation to prove that My ambition has never changed.

The rest of the people present had similar thoughts to Lucius. And they dare to do this, but also with the mentality of not blaming the public for the law. After all, there are more than a dozen people gathered in this tent alone, and when they take action, only more people will join them - you must know that when the Death Eaters were at their peak, they were also powerful overseas! Muggle haters are everywhere, and as long as you are Muggle haters and pure-blooded, you are likely to develop into a Death Eater.

Such as Karkaroff, he is the representative of the foreigners who joined the Death Eaters. It's just that he has been expelled from Voldemort's remnants since he cleared his name by betraying his companions.

"Exactly, I see that the camp administrator has been unhappy for a long time, why don't we..." Now that the action has been decided, it is time to decide the content of the action. As pure Muggles, the camp manager, Mr. Roberts, is a great source of anger.

A group of Death Eaters wanting to do something, it's sure to get Muggles into trouble. However, the Muggles in the camp are not only the Roberts family, but the Grangers are also fake Muggles. But no one mentioned the trouble with the Grangers, because they knew that the two were fundamentally different from the Roberts family—they had backers!

Thinking of the Patronus that their daughter and Tom Yodell summoned together, the hooded people had no idea of ​​going against the Grangers, and the persimmons had to pick up softly! It really angered that yordle, he can be suspected of guilt.

What? You have no evidence of involvement in the attack? Do I need evidence for hitting you? At that time, the unlucky one is still at home.

Not worth it.

In the end, the target of the attack was set.

"Come on!" Lucius let out a hysterical laugh, then waved his tent on fire.

The soaring flames ignited the tent and the ambition of everyone present. Everyone threw the wine bottles and glasses in their hands to the ground and drew out their wands.

The flames soared into the sky, illuminating the darkened camp, followed by screams one after another, laughter and shouts from the Death Eaters.

"Avada Suomin!" Somebody fired a Sudden spell to the sky, causing a burst of laughter.

The Death Eaters huddled together and headed for the camp's exit. Since the Ministry of Magic's duty officers were all going to manage the revelry Irish, they walked unimpeded all the way to the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.

The poor camp manager had been awakened by the sound outside. He got out of bed and walked out of his cabin, trying to figure out what was going on outside.

Then he saw a sight he will never forget in his life: a group of people in hoods and masks appeared at his door.

Before Mr. Roberts could react, he stepped lightly and flew into the air, and then his wife and children were also caught.

These masked people laughed and lifted the Roberts family of four into the air by magic, watching the desperate struggle.

"Go, show the people at the Ministry of Magic!" someone shouted, attracting countless echoes.

The parade begins.

Tom slept very lightly. He woke up as soon as the riot began, changed his clothes and walked out of the tent, seeing the brutality of the Death Eaters.

He stood quietly at the door of the tent, like a marble sculpture.

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Continue to maintain four thousand words, red duck! ! !

I ate a few pounds of crayfish at night, and the dipping sauce tasted very good~