"Tea, coffee, or hot chocolate?" Tom walked into the tent holding 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 intensely.
.Charlie and Mr. Weasley had a heated argument, and the others were divided into two groups, each supporting one of them.
"I'll leave it at that. The Irish team was defeated. This victory was stolen!" Charlie banged the table with his hand.
"Ha! It was stolen? Why do you think the Bulgarian team will definitely be able to score that goal?" Mr. Weasley rarely blushed and shouted loudly: "And you said, why was the referee distracted?!"
Charlie suddenly lost his temper.
Fred took the opportunity to jump out and finish the job: "It was the Bulgarian team's mascot who lit Mr. Mustafa's broom on fire, making him unable to concentrate - this is called cocooning!"
The focus of the dispute between the two parties was the Bludger just played by the Irish team. Charlie's side felt that if the free throw was executed, the point difference between the Bulgarian team and the Irish team would be reduced to 150 points. More importantly, the Irish team
The overwhelming offensive will stall. If they advance and retreat, maybe the Bulgarian team will win - therefore, the Irish team will not be able to win.
Mr. Weasley thought this was too nonsense. Let’s not talk about whether the free throw could be scored. Even if it was scored, it would only reduce the point difference to 150 points. It was only a matter of time before the Bulgarian team was able to widen the gap again.
Both parties have their own opinions and it is difficult to convince the other party.
This was the state of things in the tent when Tom came in.
"Ah, Tom!" Mr. Weasley saw Tom and the hot water bottle in his hand, "Great, I need a cup of tea to moisten my throat."
The flames of war died out immediately, and everyone came to Tom's side to seek a break - drink something to moisten their throats and replenish their strength before "fighting" again.
"No coffee! You're going to bed soon!" Mr. Weasley stopped Fred who wanted to order a cup of espresso rather sternly, and replaced his drink with hot chocolate.
After a while, everyone had their favorite drink in hand.
"I'm going to grill some more sausages." Tom was not interested 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 him out. The two sat down cross-legged together, looking at the Finnish wood stove with red light in front of them, and smelling the fat aroma of grilled sausages.
The camp on their side has gradually fallen into silence - most of the fans here are neutral and will not celebrate as crazy as the Irish. As for the places where the Irish are entrenched, bursts of singing and strange collisions can still be heard.
Tonight was a sleepless night for the staff of the Ministry of Magic. When Tom just walked out of the tent, he saw Delis running in a certain direction. He was very busy tonight.
"Are you hungry?" Tom asked the girl sitting next to him.
"A bit, but... I'd better not eat it. Eating at night will make you gain weight." Hermione looked at the grilled sausages in the wood stove and said duplicity.
"Meat is good. I like voluptuous girls." Tom didn't care. No matter what Hermione became, she would always be the white moonlight in his heart - well, he would definitely find Nick Flamel and learn magic in the future.
The way the stone was made made Hermione always look as beautiful as she does now.
Since Tom had given him a step, Hermione got down the slope and nodded, indicating that she could have a small sausage.
Of course, there is only one!
"Mr. Granger and the others are going to rest?" Tom moved his buttocks so that he and Hermione were closer.
"Yes, they don't know much about Quidditch, but they had a lot of fun today." Hermione said softly.
"That's it..." Tom hugged Hermione. Unexpectedly, the girl suddenly twisted in his arms, changed her movements, and lay directly on the ground, putting her legs on Tom's thigh.
"I'm very satisfied with your performance in the face of... today, so this is your reward." Hermione mustered up the courage and said to Tom in a calm tone.
Tom looked at the "reward" placed on his lap, dumbfounded.
"Is this a reward?"
"Yes, I, I allow you... to give me a massage." Hermione lowered her voice for fear that someone would hear her.
Tom scratched his head, damn, did he show it so obviously?!
Well, now that Hermione has said so, I don't need to pretend to be a gentleman.
Tom gently took off Hermione's square-toed student shoes, revealing her cute feet wrapped in black stockings. He put Hermione's shoes aside and gently kneaded Hermione's feet with his hands.
Full heart.
Tom's technique was very skillful, one heavy and two light, and the kneading made Hermione feel soft all over. After this day, Hermione walked a lot, and her feet were sore. Tom's massage was just right, and it just helped her relax.
, which relieved her fatigue.
Hermione felt that the arch of her foot was being wrapped by warm palms, and the numbness that hit her made her almost fall asleep.
After pressing it for a long time, Hermione suddenly heard a rustling sound. She felt something lift up her trouser legs, and then a cool feeling came from her feet. She opened her eyes and found that Tom had just removed her trousers.
The socks fell off my legs.
"Let it dry." Tom balled up his socks and stuffed them into the pocket of Hermione's jeans. "It's not good for your health to cover them all the time."
The shy girl closed her eyes and pretended that she was still sleeping, but the red color behind her ears gave her away.
Tom didn't expose her, he just held those white jade-like feet in a daze.
I'm afraid it won't be very peaceful tonight. The remnants of the Death Eaters are probably almost unable to bear it under the stimulation of alcohol? But this time there is no Barty Crouch Jr. to scare them away.
It's also funny. The group of people who claim to be Death Eaters ran faster than the people from the Ministry of Magic after seeing the Dark Mark.
He and Dumbledore's plan has not been advanced to what stage. Since Tom is only responsible for coming up with ideas in this plan, and Dumbledore is entirely responsible for the execution, there is a small drawback: if Dumbledore wants to hide something
Progress, Tom has nothing to do with him!
Tom had sent letters several times before, wanting to know how the plan was going, but Dumbledore had always ignored him. The reply was always a bunch of nonsense and the sentence "everything is going smoothly", which is really annoying! I can only
It is said that Dumbledore had a strong sense of confidentiality and knew what a "single line of contact" is.
Maybe this is Dumbledore's caution!
Snap!
The sausage casings were burst by the boiling fat, making a crisp sound, which brought Tom back to the real world. Seeing that the sausages were cooked, Tom quickly took them off the stove.
"Come on, Hermione, try the sausages you've just grilled!"
"Okay - wait, Tom Yoder, you go wash your hands first!!!"
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"In our school days, we were called the 'Knights of Walpurgis'." The tent was filled with the smell of alcohol, and a group of wizards gathered around the fire. At this time, they all changed into pure black wizard robes and put them on.
hood.
The Walpurgis Knight he spoke of was the predecessor of the Death Eaters.
"We all come from ancient, great families, and are gathered together because of lofty ideals." The wizard at the head was tying up his silky blond hair and stuffing it into his hood. "This has changed from time to time.
Yi has never changed. Even if we are forced to endure due to the general trend - but our hearts have never changed!"
People around him nodded, indicating that everyone's ambition has never changed.
"In my eyes, there is no black magic. Those magics are just arts distorted by crude laws!" The hooded man headed by the leader continued to guide everyone's emotions.
"It's a pity that after the master left, these arts were shelved and trampled by the mud. They are afraid, they are afraid that we will regain power..."
Speaking of the master, a tall man by the fire roared in a low voice: "There is no sun in the sky, and there is only one sun in my heart, the master!"
After these words were spoken, the scene became cold for a moment, and then everyone echoed with louder voices: "That's right! The master is the only sun in our hearts!"
As for why this sun has been wandering in the dense forests of Albania for more than ten years without anyone paying attention to it, that is another matter.
Although the strong man did not open or lift any pot before, he finally got the start, and everyone expressed their inner dissatisfaction.
This person complained that the Ministry of Magic was now infested with insects, and even half-blood Mudbloods could hold high positions openly. This person was dissatisfied with the declining income of his family, and his dissatisfaction increased as the wine in his glass dropped.
The leader of the hooded man listened for a while and felt that the heat was almost there. He interrupted everyone's discussion: "We, the Walpurgis Knights, are very simple and are born for the greatest interests of wizards. However,
We have been misunderstood and framed... We have been silent for too long, and now... it is time to let those mudbloods see how powerful we are!"
"yes!"
"Well said!"
Everyone agreed.
This hooded man who keeps beating the rhythm is none other than Lucius Malfoy. But even though he looks like a loyal dog to Voldemort, in fact this guy talks about doctrines and is all about business. What he said
No matter how fancy it is, it can't change the fact that just sitting here means betrayal to Voldemort. Voldemort's true followers, his most loyal Death Eaters, either died in the battle with the Order of the Phoenix.
Either he was imprisoned in Azkaban and has been able to escape so far, which is more or less an act of betrayal.
Lucius took advantage of the World Cup finals to hold a meeting today, firstly to vent his dissatisfaction, and secondly to leave a way out for himself, so that if the mysterious man really came back in the future, he would have an explanation and proof.
My ambition has never changed.
The other people present had the same thoughts as Lucius. Moreover, they dared to do so with the mentality of not being punished. After all, there were more than a dozen people gathered in this tent alone. When they took action, they would only
More people join them - you know, when the Death Eaters were at their peak, they were also powerful overseas! There are people who hate Muggles everywhere, and as long as you hate Muggles and pursue pure blood theory, you will be very
It is possible to develop into a Death Eater.
For example, Karkaroff is the representative of foreigners who joined the Death Eaters. However, since he was cleared of charges by betraying his companions, he was removed from the remnants of Voldemort's party.
"Exactly. I see that the camp manager has been unhappy for a long time. How about we..." Now that we have decided to take action, it is time to determine the content of the action. As pure Muggles, the camp manager Mr. Roberts and his family are great targets to vent their anger on.
.
If a group of Death Eaters wanted to cause trouble, they would definitely find trouble with Muggles. However, the Muggles in the camp were not only the Roberts family, but the Grangers were also guaranteed Muggles. But no one mentioned that they were looking for Muggles.
The Jays are in trouble because they know that there is an essential difference between these two people and the Roberts family - they have backers!
When they think of their daughter and the Patronus summoned by Tom Yoder, these hooded people have no idea of going against the Grangers. They want to pick the weak ones! They really angered that Yoder,
He can be found guilty.
What? You have no evidence of participating in the attack? Do you still need evidence if I beat you? It will still be your family that will be unlucky then.
Not worth it.
Finally, the target of the attack was decided.
"Come on!" Lucius laughed hysterically, then waved his hand to light his tent on fire.
The rising flames ignited the tent and ignited the ambitions of everyone present. Everyone threw the wine bottles and glasses in their hands to the ground and pulled out their wands.
Fire shot up into the sky, illuminating the darkened camp, followed by screams, jeers, and shouts from the Death Eaters.
"Avada Kedavra!" An unknown person fired a Kedavra curse into the sky, causing a burst of laughter.
The Death Eaters huddled together and walked towards the exit of the camp. Since the Ministry of Magic staff on duty had gone to control the carnival Irish people, they walked unimpeded to the door of Mr. Roberts' stone house.
The poor camp manager had been awakened by the noise outside. He got up from the bed and walked out of his cabin, trying to figure out what was going on outside.
Then he saw a sight he would never forget in his life: a group of hooded and masked people appeared at his door.
Before Mr. Roberts could react, he stepped lightly and flew into the air. Immediately afterwards, his wife and children were also captured.
These masked people laughed loudly and used magic to lift the four members of the Roberts family into the air, watching the desperate struggle.
"Let's go, show it to the people at the Ministry of Magic!" someone shouted, attracting countless echoes.
The parade started.
Tom slept very lightly. He woke up as soon as the commotion started, changed his clothes and walked out of the tent, and saw the atrocities of the Death Eaters.
He stood quietly at the door of the tent, like a marble sculpture.
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Keep up the 4,000 words and keep going!!!
I cooked a few kilograms of crayfish in the evening and it tasted delicious when eaten with dipping sauce~