HP Dual Masters and I had a blast in Hogwarts.

Chapter 211 Death Eaters Cause Disruption

The Bulgarian team has the best finder, Viktor Krum, whose entrance is unique, with a close-up shot that fills the entire big screen.

“That’s really impressive,” Oliver said, standing next to me.

"Believe in yourself, you can do it too, Oliver," I replied with a smile.

"That's the best thing I've ever heard." Oliver, who had been a little sullen, had tears welling up in his eyes.

He had just joined a new Quidditch team after graduation and saw many outstanding and talented Quidditch players there.

Then I started to wonder if I was not suited for this career that I liked, and I was ready to give up.

But I didn't want to give up, so I trained myself a lot during this period, and I almost ruined my tense body a while ago.

But to his surprise, Ayers invited him to watch the Quidditch World Cup at this time.

Seeing the Quidditch World Cup in front of him, he felt that he was good enough. He wasn't a genius player, so he would practice until he was satisfied with himself.

“Oliver, don’t underestimate your potential. You’re the best in my eyes too.” I smiled at Oliver beside me.

While they were all focused on the game ahead, I gently took Oliver's hand beside me.

He used a wisp of the divine beast White Tiger's power to create a hand rope in his hand.

The bracelet also has a silver bead with a white tiger pattern, emitting a faint white light.

"This is for you, it's to keep you safe." This is a small token of my power to protect Oliver; I need to ensure the safety of every character I'm trying to conquer.

"Thank you, Ayers." Oliver released his hand and looked happily at the gift in his hand.

Seeing that the sullen person cheer up again, I shifted my attention back to watching the Quidditch match.

"As Minister for Magic, it is my honor to welcome everyone to the final of the 422nd Quidditch World Cup. The match is now in session." With the Minister for Magic's address, the Quidditch World Cup officially began.

In the Quidditch World Cup final, Bulgaria faced Ireland in an exceptionally intense match.

Viktor Krum, the Bulgarian Seeker, used the "Lonski feint" multiple times, a technique that successfully fooled the opposing team and nearly caught the Golden Snitch several times.

However, the Irish players also demonstrated tenacity and excellent skills. They played with close coordination and a tight defense, giving Bulgaria few opportunities.

The match entered a heated phase, with the score remaining close between the two sides.

Just when everyone thought the match would end in a draw, Krum finally caught the Golden Snitch.

Unfortunately, despite Krum's capture of the Golden Snitch, Bulgaria still lost to Ireland by 10 points.

After the match, the Bulgarian players looked very frustrated, while the Irish team cheered and celebrated their victory.

The match was over, and we all went back to the tent together. A few Quidditch enthusiasts were still there chatting about the details of the match.

I sat quietly by the fire, drinking coffee and smiling as I watched the group of people chatting happily.

"It looks like the Irish team is having a victory parade." Fred and George were still joking around.

"Stop! Stop right now!" Mr. Weasley suddenly rushed in from outside, stopping the boys who were playing around.

"That's not the Irish team, we have to get out of here, quick!" Mr. Weasley said sternly, telling the children to pack their things and leave.

"Mr. Weasley, what happened?" I could tell something was going on outside, which was why Mr. Weasley was making us pack our things.

“I don’t know what happened either. It’s just a mess outside, and we have to get out of here quickly,” Mr. Weasley said anxiously, urging the children to pack their things.

I also quickly packed their luggage with a few taps.

"Thanks, Ayers." Fred and George quickly picked up their luggage.

The others quickly picked up their luggage, and we all walked out of the tent.

"Hurry, the Death Eaters are here!" We had just stepped out of the tent when we saw a chaotic scene outside, with people fleeing for their lives and some shouting that Death Eaters were coming.

"Everyone, hurry to the port key, and don't get separated," Mr. Weasley said to everyone.

In the distance, a group of wizards dressed in black magic robes were setting fires everywhere, and the wizards near the burning tents were injured and knocked unconscious.

As the group of black-clad wizards moved around, more and more tents were burned down.

I remember Harry was separated from the crowd and then encountered the Death Eaters.

"Harry, come with me, don't get separated." I immediately took Harry's hand, who was walking in front, and pulled him to my side.

“Okay, Ayers.” This was a special time, and Harry felt safest with Ayers by his side.

In the end, Harry and I were indeed separated by the crowd, and now it's just the two of us walking alone.

“Let’s go, Harry. Even if we don’t find the Weasleys, I think we can still get out of here.” I led Harry into a nearby grove of trees, feeling that there wouldn’t be too many people wandering around here.

None of us intend to wander around; we all plan to wait here for Mr. Weasley.

Suddenly, a beam of green light appeared in the night sky above us, and with a 'bang,' a green skull and the shape of a snake appeared in the sky.

Hmm~ how should I put it~ why is it a bit ugly? Is Riddle's aesthetic sense really that bad?

While I was still thinking about Riddle, we suddenly heard voices nearby.

"Master, have you finally summoned us?" The voice was tinged with madness.

"Hahaha, is the master finally returning after being silent for so long?" Another crazy voice rang out.

Besides these two people talking, it seems there are many other people nearby whispering, but they are a bit far away and we can't hear them very clearly.

"Shh, Harry, let's find a place to hide." I pulled Harry away and hid, casting a 'Confusion Charm' on both Harry and myself.

We stood in the shadows listening to the Death Eaters talk, and I couldn't help but think that Riddle's followers were so immature and childish.

And he's a bit silly, and he plays so crazy.

They really can't compare to his brother's followers.

"Let's go. Today's events are just the beginning. The people from the Ministry of Magic will probably be showing up soon," said a person with a fairly pleasant voice.

"Yes." It seems that the voice carries considerable weight; these people all seem to listen to him.

Then a series of rustling sounds appeared, indicating that the group had all left.

"Ayers, aren't we going out?" Harry whispered in my ear.

"Wait a minute, I don't know if it's exploded." I hugged Harry even tighter.