Chapter 109

The match officially began soon after.

The Irish team wore green jerseys, while the Bulgarian team wore red jerseys.

As Fudge announced the start of the match, the stadium instantly erupted.

Even John, a Quidditch layman, could see the intensity of this match.

Physical collisions were considered mild; several times people fell from the sky, and after being treated by the medical team, they flew back up.

Halfway through, John knew he would have to grant Hermione a request.

After all, Bulgaria was really too weak, being beaten by Ireland with no room to fight back.

The score once reached 10:170.

It was simply absurd.

In the end, the Bulgarian Seeker caught the Golden Snitch, ending the match and bringing the score back to 160:170.

Watching the Irish team win, all the Irish supporters cheered, and the cheers in the stadium came in waves like the tide.

Of course, there were also cheers for Krum, after all, he used his superb flying skills to catch the Golden Snitch, saving the last bit of face for the Bulgarian team.

"Heh, John, you owe me a request now."

After the match, everyone left the stadium slowly with the flow of people.

On the way, Hermione proudly bumped her shoulder against John's and said to him with a smile.

"Got it, got it."

John curled his lip helplessly; who would have thought that the Bulgarian team, with a star player, would rely solely on that star player.

If it weren't for Krum, they probably wouldn't have even made it to the finals.

"Heh, what request should I make~ it's so hard to choose."

Hermione walked with her hands behind her back, swaying lightly beside John, her ponytail bobbing with her movements.

She tilted her head, pretending to think, but there was an irrepressible smile hidden in the corners of her eyes.

"You're even choosing? How many requests have you thought of?"

John teased speechlessly.

"Of course, the more the better."

Hermione laughed as if it were only natural.

John couldn't help but laugh out loud, looking at her proud appearance, and suddenly felt that being handled a little bit wasn't a big deal.

As long as she was happy, a few more requests wouldn't matter.

Soon their group returned to the campsite.

Along the way, there was celebration and clamor everywhere, and bonfires connected into one in the night.

Even their usually quiet official residential area was infected, filled with a festive atmosphere everywhere.

Titus and the others, having finished watching the match, were also in high spirits, gathered together and fiercely discussing the thrilling moments of the match.

John didn't participate in their discussion; he was already thinking about returning to school in a few days.

He had finished all his summer homework except for Potions.

Don't ask why he didn't do the Potions homework; the answer is he didn't want to.

Hermione kept whispering beside him, wondering what request would give him the biggest headache.

Boom...

At this moment, a loud noise erupted from afar.

Then, the clamor outside stopped for a moment, and the next instant, even more chaotic screams followed.

"Hmm?"

This movement made everyone stop talking, subconsciously looking at each other.

Mr. Claude and Sirius were the first to rush out to check the situation.

The others followed closely behind.

After coming out, they saw a cloud of thick smoke rising from the campsite not far away, along with soaring flames.

The crowd in that direction was fleeing in all directions.

At the same time, they could see several distorted figures floating above the flames, as if suspended in the air by invisible threads.

"Something's wrong!"

Mr. Claude was the first to react, turning back to shout at Sirius.

"Sirius, take the children and leave immediately, run into the woods, the Portkey is over there!"

"I have to go help the Ministry evacuate the crowd, Aurors will be here soon to deal with them!"

Harry and the others, who had just come out, also looked at the soaring fire in the distance with suspicion and fear.

In the firelight, a group of people in black robes, wearing pointed hats and masks, were waving their wands wantonly, setting fire to the surrounding tents.

And people kept joining this group.

"Who are those people?"

"They are Death Eaters, servants of You-Know-Who; haven't these ghosts been wiped out yet!"

This time it was Sirius who spoke, his tone full of suppressed anger.

He had already pulled out his wand, ready to deal with any accidents that might occur at any time.

"Don't waste time, go quickly!"

Mr. Claude continued to urge them.

Because he had already seen the fire spreading rapidly in this direction.

Most importantly, in the firelight, the group of Death Eaters was slowly approaching in this direction.

They were holding their wands and setting fires everywhere.

Tongues of fire swallowed the tents in the campsite, and black smoke rose, obscuring half the night sky.

"Mommy! Daddy!! Waaaah!"

At this moment, a child's cry came from between the burning tents, heart-wrenching.

!!

John immediately looked toward the sound; a little girl of about five or six was standing helplessly in front of an overturned tent, crying.

There was no one left there, only the slowly spreading flames and the Death Eaters not far away.

"Protego!"

John didn't hesitate at all, waving his wand, and a silver protective spell instantly took shape, shielding the little girl.

Then he rushed against the flow into the sea of fire.

"Wait, John!"

Hermione, who was closest to John, was the first to notice John's action and screamed.

She wanted to chase after him, but was grabbed by Sirius.

"Don't go! It's too dangerous!"

Mr. Claude shouted immediately.

"You guys go quickly! I'll go get John!"

Saying this, he also immediately chased in John's direction.

However, he had only chased two steps when, BOOM!!

The fire in front of him suddenly surged, swallowing John and the little girl's figures.

It was the Death Eaters who had done it; they were already close at hand!

"John!!"

Everyone saw John swallowed by the flames, and for a moment, they were all struck by lightning, frozen in place.

But the next moment, the raging sea of fire exploded violently.

Countless stone pillars rose from the ground, forcibly splitting the raging sea of fire.

And John stood on the highest stone pillar, holding the little girl in his arms.

He looked down at the trembling face of the little girl in his arms, gently stroking her head, and comforted her softly.

"Don't be afraid, big brother will protect you."

With that, John slowly stood up.

His clothes were stained with sparks, and in the swaying of the night wind, they turned into fine golden light and drifted away with the wind.

The flames roared beneath his feet, but could not shake his figure in the slightest.

Although rushing over directly was a bit reckless, I have been studying magic desperately to strengthen myself.

Isn't it just so that I can step forward when someone needs to be saved!