The competition has now reached a level of fierceness and intensity, which they have never seen before.

The batsmen on both sides were merciless: Volkov and Vokanov, especially, did not care whether the sticks in their hands hit the ball or the person, and they just waved their way around.

Dimitrov rushed straight to Moran with the ghost flying ball, and knocked her so hard that she almost fell off the broom.

"It's time to start, the World Cup has become a dirty cup. What's the difference between this and the football in the Muggle world? The quality of these players needs to be improved." Sherlock's words were contempt. Even if it was formal like the World Cup, these dirty tactics could not be avoided.

As chairman of Quidditch, Ludo could only chuckled, "The environment is a big problem, and many fans who support the team will not feel that there is anything wrong with doing this, and those players are naturally too lazy to abide by the rules."

"Indeed, the quality of most audiences is here. How can we ask these players to improve their quality? What kind of team has what kind of fans? That's right." Fu Mengd nodded.

The little devils all rose into the air again, this time they formed a giant hand and made a very rude gesture toward the Veva on the other side of the field.

When Veva saw it, she suddenly lost control.

Instead of dancing, they flew up and crossed the field and began to throw handfuls of flame-like things at the little devil.

Other viewers looked through the telescope and found that they were not beautiful at all now.

On the contrary, their faces were lengthened and turned into pointed bird heads with sharp beaks, and a pair of long, scale-covered wings were emerging from their shoulders...

Ashinsa had known this expression, "I have seen these vesias a long time ago, and I have no interest in them."

Only Draco was so scared that he almost threw out the telescope in his hand. Lucius was so angry that he wanted to teach Draco a lesson, but his qualities from Malfoy did not allow Lucius to do so in front of everyone.

"Look at Linzi." Salina suddenly pointed at the Irish team's goalkeeper.

I saw the Irish golfer suddenly dive down, and in Sherlock's panoramic view, a small golden dot appeared not far from the ground.

At this time, half of the audience realized what was going on.

The Irish supporters stood up again, setting off a green wave again, screaming to cheer for their seekers... but Krum followed closely behind.

"With Lin Qi's flying skills, maybe he will have another close contact with the ground this time." Ashinsha sighed, as if he had seen through the essence of this Irish team's goalkeeper.

The two of them dived towards the ground again... As expected, Lin Qi fell heavily to the ground for the second time, and a group of angry erotic babies immediately surrounded him like a swarm.

"Where is the golden thief, where is the golden thief?" Draco, who was sitting there, shouted.

Sherlock pointed to Krum not far away and said "in his hands."

Krum's bright red robe was flashing with spots of nosebleed.

He rose lightly into the air, raised his fists high, and a golden light appeared in his fingers.

Scores flashed on the scoreboard, Bulgaria: 160, Ireland: 170, and the audience seemed to have not yet realized what was going on.

Then, slowly, like a giant jet was accelerating, the conversation between the Irish supporters became louder and louder, and finally countless shouts of joy broke out.

"It's a wonderful game, only 10 points away, Bulgaria can win the championship. There are still some luck here. In short, both teams played very well." Sherlock was quite satisfied with this World Cup, and finally it was worth the trip and watched a fierce and exciting showdown.

Draco nodded heavily, "It's a pity. If the Bulgarian chasers could have a little effect, they wouldn't lose this game. As a golfer, the most tragic thing is to grab the Golden Snitch but lose the game."

Ah Xinsha's tone was filled with helplessness, "I really didn't expect Ireland to win the World Cup."

"Let us applaud warmly and welcome the Bulgarian players who are defeated and still honored to the stage!" Bagman shouted.

Seven Bulgarian players who had lost the battle went upstairs and entered the private room.

The audiences of the following teaching skills applauded and cheered, expressing their appreciation.

Bulgarian team members walked into the two rows of seats in the box one by one, and took turns to shake hands with their minister and Fudge, Bagman shouted out everyone's name.

Krum was at the end, looking very embarrassed, with two dark circles on his bloody face.

He still held the golden thief in his hand.

Next, the Irish team members took the stage. When Lin Qi raised the golden huge trophy, the entire gymnasium burst into warm applause.

After the award ceremony, Sherlock and his group returned to the camp area.

As they walked back along the passage illuminated by lanterns, a rough and sing came from the night sky, and the little devils kept rushing over their heads, waving the lanterns in their hands, and laughing.

Along the way, Rubo and Dandney were discussing the various exciting aspects of the game fiercely by Sherlock. Feimiya felt even more angry. She couldn't understand why the Bulgarian team lost. After all, there was no England team here, so most of these little wizards supported the Bulgarian team.

After leaving with others, Lucius found an opportunity to tell Draco, "Follow Sherlock honestly, I have something to deal with, don't stay away from this area, Sherlock can ensure your safety."

Then Lucius left in a hurry.

"What did he tell you just now?" Sherlock asked, looking at Draco with an inexplicable expression beside him.

"Let me follow you and be by your side and say that we can ensure our safety. I'm very surprised that the World Cup has ended. Is it dangerous? Fans who failed the Bulgarian team will still make trouble wildly." Draco didn't understand what was going on.

Sherlock sighed, greeting the others into the tent, and walking along the garden path, the fragrance of violets is within reach.

Back in Mephisto's tent, Sherlock released Homiz, Prometheus, Zeus and Poseidon, and could attack at will as long as there was something wrong.

Sherlock then entered the bedroom directly and sat in the lounge chair in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

I leisurely admire the mottled starry sky outside the window, with the drizzle of summer insects in my ears, and the dark blue light lingered around my body.

Midsummer Night's Dream is like a hypnotic soul-suppressing song. The world still has to develop according to the turning point of the original plot. Sherlock simply doesn't think about it. Even if the turning point occurs, Sherlock himself has no worries. He is not like the time traveler in other novels. He shivered worriedly when he hears Voldemort's name. In order to survive, he has to do everything possible to stop Voldemort's return.

But Sherlock didn't care. It didn't matter whether Voldemort came back or not. As long as he didn't take the initiative to provoke him, Sherlock gradually fell into a shallow sleep.

"Mr. Sherlock!" Awakened from the dream, Femiya appeared outside the bedroom door with an anxious expression. "Get up quickly, something happened."

In a vague way, the sound outside the camp seemed extremely chaotic, and countless chaotic screams and running sounds filled the surroundings. He stood up from the recliner, his face still calm as before. Even though he knew what was going on, he still asked in disguise, "What happened outside?"

Femiya seemed to be infected by Sherlock calmly and slowly calmed down. "A group of Death Eaters create chaos everywhere, burning camp tents, and my father asked us to hide at Mephisto's tent first."

Sherlock smiled, "Captain Prince is such a smart man, he actually knows that it is the safest here."

Sherlock walked out of the bedroom, Rubo, Dandney and Kirk had already come over, and now there is a group of Death Eaters outside creating chaos, only Mephisto's tent is the safest place, after all, Sherlock is here.

No Death Eater dares to run into the Curse Prince's tent to find trouble, which will turn into a search for death.

"Rubo...who beats you?" Sherlock saw Rubo holding a black-eyed blue, and Sherlock wondered when the Death Eater would beat the little wizard.

"It's Feimiya, I plan to go to your bedroom and call you. Feimiya doesn't let her go, and she even hit me." Rubo immediately complained when he saw Sherlock asking.

"You're looking for death!" Feimiya immediately shouted in discontent, and wanted to beat him again.

"Okay, stop making trouble, Prometheus, what's going on outside?" Sherlock called Prometheus, this huge fireball appeared in the hall in the tent. "The Death Eaters outside are creating chaos everywhere. Some wizards have already suffered casualties. Most wizards have begun to flee everywhere, but some wizards are fighting against Death Eaters, but only a few people, a few people brought by the Ministry of Magic of various countries, and some ordinary brave wizards."

"The Aurors will come, maybe they are delaying the time," Kirk said.

"Mr. Sherlock...The Death Eaters outside are sabotaging, and they appear in groups..." Hermione suddenly rushed in outside the tent.

After seeing Hermione appear, Ashinsha immediately pulled her in.

"Oh my God, the Weasley family's garrison is very far away from here. Just running over here will make people worry Hermione." Ashinsha said worriedly.

"I...I was thinking that only Mr. Sherlock can stop those deceiving Death Eaters here, so I thought..." Hermione felt a little embarrassed.

"So you're like letting Sherlock go out to deal with the Death Eaters... You're simply asking others too much. What if Sherlock is injured outside?" Feimiya immediately accused Hermione of asking others to do something completely unreasonably.

Hermione had an embarrassing look on her face, and she looked at Sherlock with help.

For this girl who is likely to become her sister's wife in the future... It's so awkward... Sherlock still cared about Hermione. Sherlock did not intend to take the initiative to intervene in this incident... But if you think about this unnecessary riot, it would be better to let them end as soon as possible.

A sneer appeared on Sherlock's face, "At this time, the Death Eaters riots seem to be a little unusual. A group of dogs without their master dare to bark? Why do we hide? Let's see these so-called Death Eaters."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Hermione was ecstatic, while Femia showed an uneasy look, looking at Hermione full of hostility.

"Don't forget that you are all members of the Black Magic Army. This time I will treat it as a more exciting experience."

After Sherlock finished speaking, she walked out of the tent, and Fimia followed closely behind, and the others walked towards the fire. Along the way, people ran into the woods, as if they were escaping from something moving towards them in the camp.

The thing flashed strangely and made a sound like a gun.

The loud laughter, the crazy laughter, and the drunken shouting also moved towards them.

Then, a bright green light flashed, illuminating everything around.

A group of wizards squeezed tightly into a ball, each pointing the wand in his hand upwards, pushing forward together, slowly moving on the field.

They had hoods on their heads and faces covered.

More wizards joined the advance team, laughing loudly, pointing to the floating bodies on them.

As the parade continued to grow, the tent was squeezed down.

Once or twice, a parade lit up the tent on the side of the road with his wand.

Several tents were burning.

The screams were louder.

When the few people floating in the air passed the burning tent and were suddenly illuminated by the flames, Sherlock recognized that one of them was the camp administrator he had asked before he came, Slake, and the other three seemed to be his wife and children.

A parade below turned Mrs. Slack down with his wand.

Mrs. Slack's pajamas fell down, revealing a bunch of fancy whistles. The crowd below screamed happily and started to cheer, and she struggled to cover her body.

"It's too much." Hermione's face was filled with an angry look.

A dangerous aura was revealed in Sherlock's pupils. He slowly pulled out his wand from his robe and pointed at the Death Eater who was constantly controlling the four muggles. The next second, a huge basin-like fireball cut through the night sky without any prelude and completely bombarded the Death Eater who was not prepared. The huge impact force forced him to fly dozens of meters away. The black robe on his body burned and kept rolling and wailing on the ground.

Prometheus, a fireball with a state of life, became as big as a house, rising in the air, like a small sun, but an angry expression appeared in the flames, which also meant that Sherlock was in a very uneasy mood.

Zeus is a black cloud of lightning and thunder, and can only be seen by others next to Prometheus. It lowers purple thunders and can only kill a wizard who creates chaos in one go.

The purple thunder flew like a whip that was thrown out.

The ground began to get wet, like a reservoir with gates above the camp. The flood surging through some burning tents to extinguish them. These fierce currents of water were like life-oriented only to hit the troubled Death Eater wizards.

This magnificent flood could instantly submerge a parade team in the water flow. If you don’t escape as soon as possible, you will be suffocated to death and will be crushed to death by water pressure.

At this moment, Sherlock seemed to have a powerful wizard who controls natural disasters and natural power.

Rubo, Femiya, Hermione, Dandeni, Ashinsa, Salina, Kirk, and Draco were all stunned. It was the first time they saw Sherlock showing her strength, and it was just Homiz's rage. Sherlock just gave an order to these magical creatures.

He hasn't used a spell yet. The spell prince is so terrifying. This super strong state seems to be the tip of the iceberg of Sherlock's strength, but even if the scene in front of him appears, it will be like this.

This scene not only shocked the passers-by who were still running around, but the group of Death Eaters were also shocked. As they walked along, everyone fled in the wind. Even if they were burned everywhere, no one dared to stand up. Now, someone dared to attack them?

And the key is that the Death Eaters suffered heavy losses as soon as they tried. At this moment, they were still in a daze. Was Voldemort and their old master appearing again? But why did the old master attack the Death Eaters?
Chapter completed!