Once, it failed.

Two times, it failed.

Three times, it failed.

...

The inexperienced girl couldn't do anything about it, but it made Ye Ting a little angry.

"Hey, can you do it?" Ye Ting wanted to rebel against the guest, but was immediately suppressed.

"I can do it!" the girl said capriciously, "I am the Quidditch World Cup champion... the army, what can I... can't do?"

"Okay," Ye Ting sighed, "Then you come by yourself, don't regret it then."

"I won't... I won't regret it (Uh)."

"It will hurt."

"I'm not afraid of pain!"

"I won't be able to get up the next day."

"Don't you have... a healing curse?"

Why are you so witty this time.

Ye Ting persuaded that he couldn't, so she had to make a fool of herself.

Then, after stumbled and tried several times, Zhang Qiu finally found the position.

Then she took a deep breath and sat down abruptly.

Blood oozes out.

The girl's tears almost came out.

"Uuuuu, it hurts."

She looked at Ye Ting pitifully.

Ye Ting had no chance to feel anything, he had to cast a healing spell on the girl first, and then talk about enjoyment.

Then, the girl with the head iron continued to move like this, as if she learned how to ups and downs without a teacher.

However, her movements are still slightly inexperienced.

Soon, some dissatisfied boys began to rebel against the guest...

The long night.

Item 0224

Although the drunk Zhang Qiu changed his usual shyness and became unusually active, because it was the first time, coupled with his drunkenness, he fell asleep after only one.

Ye Ting was left alone, but there was nowhere to start holding her.

He had to lie on the bed, looking at the top of the tent, watching occasionally a little dwarf flying above with a lantern, passing a flash of light, listening to the Irish people's joyous sound on the other side of the camp, and unknowingly sinking into it. Dreamland.

In the middle of the night, Ye Ting suddenly woke up, and his keen perception made him feel that something was wrong. The voice in the camp changed. The singing stopped, and he heard the sound of exclamation and the sound of people running in a panic.

Ye Ting suddenly remembered that after the Quidditch World Cup ended, the Death Eaters made a big fuss at the World Cup scene.

He hurriedly shook Zhang Qiu beside him, hurriedly put on her clothes, and then went to the other two rooms to wake Penello and Hermione.

The four quickly dressed up and gathered in the living room.

"What's wrong? Why did you call me up suddenly?" Zhang Qiu asked sleepily. Last night, she was the most tired one.

"There seems to be some accident outside." Ye Ting said, "You hurry home with Floo powder, it may be a little unsafe here."

"Really, I want to spend a while with everyone in the morning." Penello complained and walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and threw it into the burning fire.

"Go, go," Ye Ting persuaded, "You continue to sleep, I will go and see what happened."

Although the three girls were a little reluctant, they returned to Ye Ting's home with Floo fans one after another.

After watching the girls disappear, Ye Ting walked out of the tent, took out his magic wand and tapped the tent. The tent immediately contracted automatically, and then folds continuously, and finally turned into a roll the size of a water cup.

Putting the tent into the bag, Ye Ting began to observe the surroundings.

With the flames of a few fires still burning, Ye Ting saw people running towards the woods one after another, as if escaping from something moving towards them on the camp. The thing gleamed weirdly and made a gun-like sound. Loud sneers, wild laughs, and drunken screams all moved towards them.

Ye Ting looked around. It turned out to be a group of wizards huddled together. Everyone pointed their wands upwards, pushed forward together, and slowly moved on the field.

Ye Ting squinted his eyes and looked carefully, their heads were wearing hoods and their faces were covered with masks. Above them, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into various weird shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppet manipulators, and the few above them were marionettes. Controlled by the invisible rope rising from the wand into the air. Two of them are very small.

More wizards joined the advancing team, laughing loudly, and pointing at the floating bodies. As the parade continued to grow, the tent was crushed. Once or twice, Ye Ting saw a parade lighting a tent on the side of the road with a magic wand. Several tents were on fire. The scream became louder.

Looking up, Ye Ting recognized four Muggles floating in the air. They were the camp manager, his wife and children. A marcher below used a magic wand to turn the caretaker's wife head down. The woman's pajamas fell down, revealing a lot of fancy panties, and the crowd below screamed and booed happily, struggling to cover her body.

"It's boring." Ye Ting said disdainfully, looking at the youngest Muggle kid-the kid started to spin like a top 60 feet above the ground, his head tilted to this side and suddenly. Crooked over there.

Ye Ting is quite disdainful of these wizards who rely on magic to bully Muggles for their pleasure. They claim to be noble than Muggles, but they do bullying and fear hard work. If they really dare to initiate a full-scale war against Muggle society, or Through the control of the Muggle government through the Imperius Curse, Ye Ting can still look at them, but bullying the Muggle civilians who have no power to bind the chicken...It is really boring.

Going further, Ye Ting saw some acquaintances. Harry, Ron, and the twins were running out with Ginny. The same was true for other classmates. Some Ministry of Magic staff members he knew were desperately trying to rush in and approach the middle. Those wizards who wear hoods have encountered great difficulties. It seemed that they didn't dare to do any magic, for fear that they would fall down the Roberts family.

The colored lights that illuminate the entrance to the gymnasium have now been extinguished. There were some dark figures staggering in the woods, children were crying, nervous and anxious shouts and voices echoed in the cold night sky around them.

On the side of the road, a group of boys and girls in pajamas huddled together, arguing noisily. When Ye Ting passed by, a girl about eleven years old turned around and quickly said, "Where is Mrs. Maxim? We can't find her anymore—"

This caught his attention. Of course he knew Mrs. Maxim, who was the principal of the French School of Magic, Boothbarton.

So Ye Ting looked at the girl. The girl had a delicate and lovely face and silver curly hair. Her appearance made Ye Ting a little familiar, so he walked forward and asked in French: "Hello, little sister, you What is your name?"

Maybe it was his appearance that gave the girl a lot of goodwill, and the girl answered without thinking.

"Gabriel," she looked at Ye Ting with wide eyes, and asked pitifully, "Gabriel Delacour, big brother, do you know where Mrs. Maxim is?"

"I don't know where Mrs. Maxim is, but I can take you to find them," Ye Ting touched the girl's head. "Your sister is Fleur Delacour, right?"

"You know my sister," the girl's eyes lit up, looking at Ye Ting with some expectation, "Are you also sister's suitor?"

Wow! How many suitors does Furong have? Why does his sister see a man who knows her sister and think that he is a suitor of her sister?

"No, I didn't pursue Furong," Ye Ting shook his head and explained, "I only met her once, in the international wizard chess competition in the previous two years."

"You are... Brother Ting Ye!" Gabriel looked at Ye Ting curiously, blurting out his name.