"It's really fanatical, isn't it?" Lawrence said. "I only now understand why this sports are so popular."

"It's exciting, isn't it?" Charlie said with a smile. "Pro players are very fast, and the game is definitely much more compact than what we compare in school."

"Indeed," Lawrence blinked and shook his head. He was a little uncomfortable with this feeling. "I still feel a little fanatical and excited until now."

"If we were betting with Ludo Bagman, we would be even more excited now," Fred complained. "Our money has increased several times."

"We are not familiar with him, Fred," said Lawrence. "It is unrealistic to put things on strangers to keep their promises. Even magic contracts may be violated, let alone such verbal promises."

"But he is the director of the Ministry of Magic's movement department," George said. "And dad knows him too."

"Usually I don't say that to my colleague, George, especially when he gave us such a good ticket at a discount." Mr. Weasley said softly, "but people always think that Ludo is a little unreliable and frivolous."

"Okay, we're just a little regretful." Fred said, and George agreed,

They were drinking hot cocoa in the tent and discussing the game just now. The twins vividly imitated Harry and Ron. When the Vevas entered the show, they wanted to jump into the court from the box, which made everyone laugh. Until Ginny was a little sleepy and knocked over the drink, Mr. Weasley drove them all to bed.

"Ah, I'm so glad I don't have to be on duty anymore," Mr. Weasley murmured exhaustedly. "I can't imagine how to stop the Irish people from celebrating."

Lawrence closed his eyes and unexpectedly found that he could clearly feel the scene around him. The twins sleeping on the upper and lower bunks were the same. Percy was lying on the bed in a regular manner, Charlie was kicking the quilt, Bill didn't even take down his earrings while sleeping, Mr. Weasley was wearing a nightcap, his wand was placed next to the pillow, Harry smiled, and he should have had a good dream, and Ron was muttering and talking in his sleep,

"What's a little further?"

Lawrence felt himself flying out of the tent, a bonfire not far away, a group of people were drinking and singing, some were playing magical firecrackers, dancing, and a man was trying to say something to them. Lawrence knew that it was a wizard who maintained order this morning, but it was strange that he didn't understand how he knew that all this happened. Shouldn't he be lying in bed?

"Dong──" A sound of a war drum sounded from my heart, and a wizard wearing a mask walked out of a palace-like tent, and he walked past the peacock tied in front of the tent.

"Dong──" Another wizard wearing a mask appeared from another tent. They seemed to have agreed that one by one, some of them appeared from the tent, and some of them walked out of the shadows. They formed a team, and they took steps, like a marching army, and the malice of chaos gathered. Lawrence suddenly opened his eyes,

There were singing sounds from afar, everything seemed to have not changed, but Lawrence felt that the malice not far away became clearer, until the screams pierced the night sky, and the shouts of another group of people woke up the camp.

"What happened?" Mr. Weasley jumped out of bed quickly. He grabbed the wand beside his pillow and looked outside through the small window of the tent. More and more screams, and the sound of the crowd running.

"Arthur, Arthur-" A witch leaned into the tent, with his expression flustered, "Let the children get up---there's something--"

"Touch--" A burst of explosions began to shake slightly, and screams were rising and falling all around. Mr. Weasley did not waste time asking questions, and he quickly began to wake up the children in his sleep.

Outside the tent, a group of masked wizards, they walked with their pace, made loud laughter, and shot out spells. Some lit the tent, and some shot at the several twisted figures floating in the air. They all recognized one of them as Muggles, and he was the camp administrator.

"It's too much." Ron looked at the other little Muggle boy floating in the air, and he whispered, Hermione and Ginny came out of the small tent next door, both of them wearing simple coats, Bill, Charlie and Percy walked out of the tent in neat clothes, and they all held wands in their hands,

"We have to go to help the Ministry of Magic-" said Mr. Weasley. "You go to hide in the woods, and when the matter is over, we will pick you up."

Bill, Charlie and Percy were already rushing towards the group of masked wizards, and Mr. Weasley followed closely behind. The group of masked wizards changed directions and began to move towards here. Some wizards also left the escape line and met them.

"Go quickly--" Fred grabbed Ginny's hand and ran to the woods, where wizards stood, many children were crying, and they pushed the crowd,

"Where are Harry and the others?" George lit up his wand in the chaos. He narrowed his eyes and saw clearly through the faint light.

"I don't know." Lawrence gasped. He didn't understand why he was so tired.

"How are you, Lawrence?" Ginny asked worriedly.

"We must find Harry and the others-" Lawrence did not answer Ginny's question, he said leaning against the tree trunk beside him,

"I'll go," said George, "You don't look great-"

"Swish──" A green light floated up from the woods in the distance, a green mark bloomed in the air, and then continued to float into the air. When the black demon mark with green smoke drifted in the air, the forest burst into screams of fear, and the crowd desperately stayed away from where the mark flew out, even though it was very far from here,

"Dark Mark--" Lawrence murmured as he looked at the mark, he took a step forward subconsciously, but was caught by George.

"You want to go?" George asked keenly, his hand shaking on Lawrence's shoulder.

"I will move with phantoms-" Lawrence said,

"Don't be stupid, Lawrence-" Ginny's voice became very sharp.

"I think you need a rest, your face is bad," said George, "and you don't have a license."

"I believe dad and Bill will solve it," Fred said.

"But you know-" Lawrence said, but Fred, who turned his back to Ginny, tried to wink at Lawrence.

"Oh-I think you're right." Lawrence woke up and quickly changed his words, not saying that the Dark Mark was used only after killing people. They didn't want Ginny to worry too much.

"Fred, George, Ginny, Lawrence," Charlie gasped, his sleeves were torn apart, "Dad wants me to come to you first-"

"All of you are okay?" Fred asked quickly.

"Bill and Percy were a little injured," Charlie replied, "They have already returned to the tent."

"That mark?" Lawrence asked,

"I don't know," Charlie said, "The Ministry of Magic gathered twenty wizards, and Dad was one of them."

"Have you seen Harry and the others?" Ginny asked sharply.

"I didn't meet it," Charlie said, looking at Ginny's expression and adding, "There are too many people in the forest, maybe they are just in the crowd, so let's go back first."

Not long after Lawrence and their return to the tent, Mr. Weasley also brought Harry, Ron and Hermione back to the tent, and after they recounted what had happened under the Dark Mark, Percy couldn't wait to express his opinion,

"Mr. Crouch did a great job of firing this elf," said Percy.

"She did nothing! She just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time!" Hermione said angrily, everyone was surprised, because usually Hermione and Percy had the same views,

"Can anyone explain what that marker is?" Ron asked impatiently. "It didn't hurt anyone, why did it cause such a big mess?"

"That's Voldemort's mark," Lawrence said, the word "Voldemort" caused a tremor in the tent, and he looked at Mr. Weasley, "that mark is only used when they kill."

"Yes, Lawrence," said Mr. Weasley. "Fortunately, there were no victims tonight."

"I want to see the mark, those guys have all escaped, right?" Lawrence asked.

"Yes," Bill said, looking at the wounds in his arm, the blood barely stopped. "The dead-eating people, we didn't have time to remove their masks, and they all ran away as soon as they saw the mark."

"No one can prove that they are dead eaters." Mr. Weasley said quietly,

"What is death-eating?" Harry asked,

"They are Voldemort's gangs." Lawrence replied gloomyly, Harry remembered Peter who had escaped a few months ago.

"But what can this do if the Muggle floats in the air?" Harry asked in confusion, "What's the purpose?"

"Purpose?" said Mr. Weasley. "The dead-eating man killed Muggles just for fun. He did this just to torture them before killing them."

"Then why did they run away when they see the mark?" Ron asked,

"Let me say it, Lawrence, or you'll say that word again," Bill said, and everyone laughed reluctantly. "If they were really dead-eating people, when 'that person' lost power, they tried their best to escape the punishment of Azkaban in prison, and told various lies about their forced murder and torture. If he came back, they would be more scared than we all."

"The person who summoned the mark," said Hermione slowly, "Do you want to support them or scare Na people away?"

"This is what we want to know, Hermione," said Mr. Weasley tiredly. "We'll sleep for a while now and find an opportunity tomorrow to get the door key that will return to the Burrow."

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Author's words: I found that writing this kind of transition chapter is a bit stuck...

Thanks for the reward of [No Daydreaming at Night].
Chapter completed!