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02. Falling from the sky


"About two months ago, the Dark Mark began to appear slowly.

For Death Eaters, this is a cry from the master.

For example, when his strength recovers or increases, the Dark Mark will be felt.

When this dark symbol appears, it means that the mysterious man is indeed regaining his strength and is still coming back."

Lucius continued, "But last month, when the Dark Mark was active and frequent, we sensed his call again.

The mysterious man can touch the Death Eater's Dark Mark, no matter where he is.

All Death Eaters must obey the summons and appear in front of each other, but that summons only represented a few high-ranking Death Eaters, such as me and a few others."

When Lucius thought about that night, he felt extremely depressed.

You must know that he was suddenly summoned by the mysterious man.

Lucius, who was used to living a stable life, was so frightened that his heart almost burst out.

At that time, Draco and With a puzzled look in his eyes, his wife hurriedly disapparated and left.

Judging from Lucius's consciousness, this has become an instinct.

Just like a dog will instinctively run over when it hears its owner's call, the Dark Lord can also be described as such for the Death Eaters.

"This shows that a Death Eater has come into contact or found the mysterious man.

He is helping the mysterious man regain his strength.

But when we arrived, there was only a letter left on the ground.

It seems that the strength has not been fully restored.

The mysterious man is not very at ease with most of the carefully selected Death Eaters."

Lucius took out the letter from his arms and handed it to Sherlock.

This letter is also engraved with a dark symbol, which has a sense of black magic, which can let the Death Eaters know that there is a trace of the original master's magic on it.

The Death Eaters have long forgotten that the mysterious man's handwriting is What does it look like, and maybe the master is too weak to write the letter himself, but at least leaving this little magic power can let others know that the content of the letter is indeed consistent with the mysterious man's request.

Even if it is written by someone else, the Death Eaters know that they are carrying out their master's orders accurately and will not be fooled by others.

"He asked you to spread rumors as much as possible in the magical world, which you have already done.

He also asked you to hold more open gatherings of Death Eaters in public places and to destroy them."

After Sherlock read the letter, he said dullly, "Are you still planning to gather and cause sabotage during the Quidditch World Cup?"

After finishing speaking, Sherlock thought that in the original book, it was during the World Cup that a large number of Death Eaters appeared to destroy it.

"Well, it hasn't been decided yet, but if you put it this way, the World Cup is indeed a good place.

After all, it has the attention of the entire magical world, and there will be many celebrities present.

For those who high-profilely promote Death Eaters and the Dark Lord, It couldn't be better to be back."

Sherlock "" Lucius left after dinner.

At the same time, he also hoped that Sherlock, as the most powerful third-party intermediary in the magic world, could make a decisive decision and be more thorough if he was against the mysterious person.

If he wanted to ally with the mysterious person, If so, then he will become the mysterious man's strongest ally.

Lucius's words had no impact on Sherlock's state of mind.

In fact, whether he was a friend or an enemy depended entirely on his personal mood.

As long as the mysterious man didn't come to provoke him after his return, he wouldn't have to go to the trouble of specifically looking for him.

Thinking carefully about it, he had messed up Voldemort's plans twice.

If Voldemort could put aside his past grudges and find an alliance with Sherlock, even he would have to admire Voldemort's open-mindedness.

Seven days later, the Quidditch World Cup begins.

In the early morning, after eating breakfast sent by the house elf, Sherlock began to plan today's arrangements.

The opening ceremony of the Quidditch World Cup will be held in the evening.

The competition process during this period will probably last close to a month, almost.

It won't end until a few days before the new school semester starts.

The Mephisto family has tickets to the Quidditch World Cup specially sent by the chairman of the Wizarding World International Quidditch Association.

The golden seat numbers represent that Sherlock and his family are in the highest-level VIP viewing seats.

This is the prestige of the Mephisto family now.

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Since the opening ceremony of the Quidditch World Cup is in the evening, there is no need to go too early.

The family waited until about three o'clock in the afternoon before planning to set off, and they also picked up Salina.

This little girl will be promoted to the third grade when the new semester starts.

Asinsha is a fourth grader. grade while Sherlock himself was in fifth grade.

The exclusive means of transportation of the Mephisto family is the black iron carriage, which also has the emblem of the Mephisto family, a sheep's head holding a magic wand in its mouth.

After entering the carriage, the spacious interior was quite comfortable.

Both Asinsha and Salina were dressed very beautifully.

The two girls seemed to have awakened at the same time to dress up to show others their most beautiful side.

A cool breeze Blowing across the grass, the black iron carriage took off into the air, facing the rising west slanting sunlight and penetrating into the clouds.

After identifying the direction, the black iron carriage drove at full speed towards the due north.

The sky was not completely calm.

Birds flew by from time to time.

Many flying creatures showed appropriate interest in the Mephisto family's special vehicle passing by.

However, it was obvious that after entering the state of full speed, almost Nothing can match it in terms of speed.

There is not only one Portkey for the Quidditch World Cup.

It is impossible for wizards all over the world to enter the Quidditch World Cup through just one boot that has been transformed into a Portkey.

In that case, time would have been delayed.

Therefore, there are door keys specially placed by the International Quidditch Association in various places.

After checking the nearby Portkey area, Mephisto continued flying due north in a black iron carriage.

It is possible to fly from Mephisto Manor to the World Cup, but the distance is still a bit too far, so after understanding the most convenient way to travel to the destination, Mephisto's tribe decided to fly to Portkey first. point of use, and then go directly to the arena through the door key, which is faster.

The journey was relatively smooth.

Before it was dark, they took a special car and flew to the location of the Portkey.

Through the car window, Sherlock found that two groups of people had already arrived at the gathering place, and some of them knew each other.

After a slight hesitation, the black iron carriage slowly descended from the sky.

"Harry, look what that is."

With an exclamation, the red-haired boy gathered around everyone suddenly pointed to a black spot in the sky that was about to fall.

Everyone raised their heads.

Under the sunset sky, a luxurious black iron-colored carriage descended from the sky and plunged steadily into the grass, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Among the dull gazes of everyone, Mond Mephisto came out first.

He was wearing a black fitted long trench coat and a hat, and then came down from the top was his wife, Ellie Mephisto.

"Harry, don't be stunned.

This is Mr.

Mephisto and Mrs.

Mephisto."

Ron couldn't help but remind him when he saw the stunned Harry next to him.

You must know that Mephisto has already been there for a long time.

It is already the most prominent pure-blood family in the magic world.

Its prestige and power are quite huge.

Almost more than half of the pure-blood families in the entire magic world are leaning towards the Mephisto family.

As the patriarch of the family, Mond Mephisto is even involved in politics.

And they are all suitable for the international wizarding world to participate together.

To put it simply, the current Mephisto is gradually picking up the mess of the pure-blood families in the magical world after Voldemort disappeared.

Of course, the Mephisto family was also in decline at the beginning, but who allowed them to cultivate an outstanding clansman, a genius who could not be ignored like the bright moon.

"Mr.

Mephisto, sir, and Madam, I haven't seen you for a long time and you are still beautiful."

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Arthur Weasley took the initiative to come over to say hello, as well as Amos Diggory, Arthur's colleague.

Behind them, a group of Weasley children, including Hermione and Cedric Diggory, bowed neatly to Fulmond and Ellie.

If Harry's movements were slow, Ron was pulling him and forcing him.

"Haha, it turns out to be Arthur.

I was thinking just now that your family can produce so many outstanding young people."

Fu Meng laughed.

Arthur smiled and said, "Compared with your noble master, these people in our family are like trash."

Several of Arthur's sons and one daughter expressed their sadness.

Sherlock followed Fu Meng out of the car, along with Asinsha and Salina.

The moment Sherlock got out of the car, he seemed to attract the attention of everyone around him, and Ginny even screamed nervously.

"Ginny, why are you so rude."

Arthur scolded, and Ginny hid behind Hermione.

Harry finally understood that the two people in front of him were Sherlock's parents.

In fact, when he saw the black iron carriage and the emblem of the Mephisto family on it, as well as Ron's introduction just now, Harry should have remembered That's right.

Ron had seen the Vomonds, but Harry had never seen them once.

In other words, the middle-aged man in front of him is the patriarch of the Mephisto family who can compete with the power of the Minister of Magic.

"Mr.

Sherlock, I was just wondering when you would come over."

Hermione said.

Asinsha secretly complained that Hermione only paid attention to Sherlock after seeing them come out together.

There was also Harry Potter among them.

Asinsha ignored her but still hadn't forgotten Harry's confrontation with Sherlock last year.

Harry Potter hadn't learned to apologize until now.

She pulled Hermione and Ginny also brought Selina with her to chat nearby.

The girls seemed to have endless things to talk about together.

Harry stood there as if he was suddenly isolated.

Only Ron stood beside him and muttered, which reminded Harry that he still had a caring brother.

Most people's eyes fell on Sherlock.

"By the way, let me introduce to you, this is Amos Diggory."

Mr.

Weasley then introduced Amos to Mephisto's tribe.

"He works in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.

His son Cedric, a student of Hogwarts from Hufflepuff House, started his seventh year.”

Sherlock nodded to Cedric, and Cedric gave him a sunny smile.

He finally showed his face in front of Sherlock.

He hoped that the Prince of Charms in front of him would not forget him in the blink of an eye.

If he couldn't remember him during the school greeting, then Cedric would be laughed at by his peers at the school.

Amos walked towards Sherlock with a gentle smile on his face and stretched out his hand, "Nice to meet you, Mr.

Sherlock.

I am a big fan of yours.

I have read all your works.

Let me say that they are simply immortal masterpieces." , you are a legend among wizards in the magical world."

Sherlock shook hands with him, smiled and nodded.

Fu Mengd rubbed his nose in embarrassment beside him.

It seemed that the old man didn't like him a bit, but he admired his son very much.

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This was the cause of the incident.

Fulmond looked at the sky, then turned to Weasley and said, "The time should be almost here.

If you are still waiting for others, we can go in together through the portkey."

Fulmond invited Weasley and others, and of course everyone agreed.

Weasley looked at his pocket watch, "It would be great if we could go in together, and we didn't wait for anyone else.

The Lovegood family got there a week ago, and the Fawcett family didn't get tickets.

We had contacted them before.

Yeah, now it’s just me and Digory.”

Fumond said, "Then let's set off."

Arthur Weasley turned around and looked at Harry and Hermione.

They were the only two people who had not grown up in a wizarding family, so they had not been exposed to things like portkeys.

"You just need to touch the portkey, that's it, hold out a finger."

That’s fine” Arthur Weasley then taught Harry and Hermione how to do it.

The Mephisto family followed the crowd and gathered around the old boots.

Everyone stood in a row and formed a tight circle.

Everyone put their hands on the boots.

Weasley looked at his pocket watch and whispered, "Three , two, one.”

A huge burst of suction erupted from the boots, and everyone's feet lifted off the ground.

As if they were in a whirlpool, they flew forward like a gust of wind, unable to see anything clearly in front of them.

The boots are like magnets, firmly attracting everyone and constantly pulling them outwards, the next moment.

Their feet fell heavily to the ground, and everyone except Sherlock, Fumond, Ellie, Arthur and Amos fell together.

A few girls may have fallen late because of their lighter weight.

Sherlock didn't want to see them fall into the mud like the others, so he used his magic hand to drag down the falling Hermione, Ginny, Asinsha and Salina.

Amos Diggory watched Sherlock pull out his wand and drag those people down, he was so excited that he almost sang.

"Five and seven, from Stoat Mountain."

Only one voice was heard saying.

This portkey was quite interesting, and a smile appeared on Sherlock's lips, but the way the portkey was delivered was a bit too rough.

For example, Ron complained about the pain in his butt

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