Because of the sudden appearance of Maca, the Death Eaters hidden here saw an opportunity, and when the dark demon mark appeared and the flames ignited one after another, the fear in the audience was thoroughly stirred.

Regardless of the country's wizarding world, it has been stable and calm in recent years. Everyone should go to school, work, and work. There are no other ups and downs in daily life except for some small criminal incidents that can enrich the talks after dinner.

No one wants to blend in with events related to the Black Wizard.

But the appearance of the Dark Mark today is like telling that ten years of stability have passed since the first Wizarding War subsided.

At this moment, the Quidditch World Cup scene has been completely chaotic.

There were rushing crowds everywhere, and children and elderly people were overwhelmed. Here, wizards proud of their descent are like Muggles, fleeing their heads in sudden attacks.

"Look, your companions have begun to do it too-go and help them, and destroy as much as you want!" Maca waved her hand coldly.

Bellatrix and others shouted excitedly, raised their wand and rushed down.

"I think it seems a bit excessive to do this ..."

A figure of a flying carpet suddenly appeared in front of them, but these evildoers who did not even fear death stopped the broom forward.

"... Isn't it?" Said the other slowly, "Maca."

Maca rode on the broom and stared at the other person for a long time before she spit out a name.

"Dumbledore."

What suddenly appeared out of thin air is the silver-haired, sharp-eyed Hogwarts, the current principal, the president of the International Federation of Wizards, the chief of Wisengamo, and the first Merlin medalist-Albus Dumbledore.

The greatest white wizard of our time, no, it is the greatest wizard.

"I heard what you said," Dumbledore smiled, his expression still kind, but his tone was a little disappointed. "I thought you wouldn't go down this road like Tom, but obviously ... ... I've never been right. "

"Yeah ... yeah, the chief wizard of Wiesengamo ... I still remember that when you were there, your indifferent eyes ..." Maca calmly said, "Maybe you are disappointed in me, but I am again Is it possible? "

"Child, don't be stubborn in the strength of strength, that is not the path pursued by the wizard ..." Dumbledore shook his head, admonishing in good faith, "Trust me, you have slowly come to a path of no return, but It's too late to look back ... "

"Professor Dumbledore, I have a question." Marka suddenly interrupted.

"What?" Dumbledore looked at him, blinking his pale blue eyes.

"Your preference is really elusive," Maca said, "Is this flying carpet bought at today's market?"

Dumbledore frowned, his eyes cold.

"Since you have given up the right path--"

Before he could finish speaking, a dark shadow suddenly rose from the crowd below and headed for Dumbledore. Dumbledore responded quickly. He drew his wand and waved it. The shadow's forward rush was suddenly blocked, but it was only a whistle, and then rushed again.

Dumbledore gave a light whistle, and the wand waved again. The power this time was no longer as it was just now, and I saw that the shadow was like a heavy blow, it was rebounded back to the ground, and it was severely hit on an unoccupied open space somewhere.

Dumbledore and Maca have already seen clearly, the shadow is a dark-haired guy!

Although Voldemort must not have come this time, it was a great deal to wait for such a person.

Maca looked up and looked at Dumbledore, but saw that the other person was also looking at him. The two exchanged a wink attentively with each other, and Maca lifted her wand.

This is, the figure on the ground suddenly rushed out of the aroused dust, and it did not seem to be injured. His speed did not decrease, and again turned into a black gas, dragging his long tail straight again.

And Maca waved his wand, and the ice-blue light appeared on the tip of the wand, attacking Dumbledore with the mysterious attacker.

Dumbledore was uncompromising. He flicked his wrist slightly, and two red beams of light shot at Maca and the attacker, respectively.

Maca took a sideways turn, avoiding it; but the attacker seemed a bit dead-headed. He rushed forward, but was forced into the air by the beam of light.

"Professor Dumbledore ... goodbye."

An abrupt voice sounded during the fierce battle, and Dumbledore and the attacker looked at each other side by side, but saw that Maca had disappeared into the battlefield.

"Hm." Dumbledore snorted, and with a force in his hand, the attacker was returned to the ground by the red light beam from his wand.

With a loud noise, when Dumbledore waved his hand to blow off the dust, he found that the attacker had disappeared.

Although Bellatrix and others are not afraid of death, they are not fools, they have long been flashing while Marca and Dumbledore played against each other.

The Death Eaters left, and the panicked crowd fled far away. The original lively scene was empty at this moment, leaving only the damaged and burned temporary buildings and tents, as well as scattered celebration items.

At the edge of the chaos, Luna stooped down and picked up a small flag of the Bulgarian team and shook it. The dark footprints printed on it seemed to be ironic about the previous World Cup grand occasion.

"He looks like ... very tired ..." Luna stared at the Quidditch World Cup in the distance. "His heart is very tired."

And in the high-altitude direction of the southeast, a flying horse-drawn carriage by the rune horse is invisibly driving, leaving quickly in the distance.

Just beside the carriage window, Willie leaned out of the window, her long white hair fluttering in the wind in a mess, reflecting the fascinating luster in the moonlight.

The flat lawn of the World Cup has become a bit potty. Dumbledore was standing in the middle of the field with a rare flash of vicissitudes on his face.

"... Lina is right, I am not a good teacher after all."

...

"Hermione! Hermione, wake up! You can't go to him! He will treat you—" Ron exclaimed.

"Stop! He can't! Maca won't do that ..." Hermione clutched her placket, flashing tears in her eyes. "Yes, there must be some dark magic-Maca is definitely not voluntary!"

"Hermione!" Ron said anxiously, "Yes, you may be right, but not now! Look, look around!"

Hermione lifted her head and looked around blankly, but what caught her eyes were the burning flames and the fleeing crowd.

Gradually, as if a deaf person had just restored their hearing, she felt a lot of noisy sounds coming back to her ears from far to near—the sound of weeping, crying, and the crackling of wood burning .

Everything seems to be telling Hermione that this place is no longer the venue of the Quidditch World Cup where the laughter and laughter were preceded. It's a hell, a **** caused by ...

"No--" Hermione covered her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking helplessly, and she sobbed.

"Harry, come and join hands, we need to get out of here as soon as possible--" Ron hurriedly hurried a few words before turning back to find that Harry was holding his forehead blankly.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron reached out and patted him, and he woke up immediately.

"I just--" Harry thought about it, then shook his head again. "No, talk later ... Hermione, stand up first, we have to go!"

He and Ron turned left and right, helping Hermione move quickly.

Just now, they were scattered by the crowd, and now it is not so easy to meet with Mr. Weasley and others again.

When they left the corner of the chaos far away, a figure quietly appeared beside the ruins of a collapsed high tent. UU reads www.uukananshu.com He hides himself in a shadow, looking at Harry, Ron and Hermione far away, looking calm.

"Ron has finally grown a bit, and Harry has gained a little ..." With that, he paused, and then continued, "Unexpectedly, Hermione was the most influential."

This person is naturally Maca. In fact, he is still very concerned about the impact of his plans, especially how his acquaintances will react, which may allow him to modify the next plan to varying degrees.

While pondering, Maca suddenly noticed that he turned around suddenly, but saw a touch of familiar pale gold.

"Luna."

She held the small flag in her hand and looked at Maca, but the focus of her pupils did not know where she was facing.

"Aren't you leaving? Maybe it's dangerous here!" Maca couldn't help asking.

But Luna ignored him and said, "Your heart ... is tired."

Maca froze, then shook her head.

"Yes, it's not easy," he said calmly. "But it was all caused by me, and I have to take care of it."

Luna turned around leisurely and looked up at the moon in the sky. The soft voice made Makka feel a faint warmth.

"Wisdom is wealth, but it is also a burden."

"Because it is wealth, it creates a burden." Maca nodded, and said softly.

Luna glanced back at Maca, seeming to agree with this sentence, and blinked her silver eyes. She stopped talking and turned quietly away.

Maca looked at Luna as she moved away, as if she felt it, and once again lit up the silvery white mist. The light and mist are like substance, moving with the wind, drifting farther and farther under the deep night sky ...