Chapter 497 Chaos Is Coming

Fan Lin frowned slightly, and Shining's disappearance made him feel a little uneasy.

Barty Crouch never showed up, so who did Winky occupy the seat for?

Barty Crouch Jr.?

This idea has always existed in Fan Lin's mind. According to his memory, Barty Crouch Jr. came to watch the Quidditch World Cup. In the impression, he was brought by Shining.

Invisibility cloak?

According to Harry's dream, Barty Crouch Jr. has escaped the control of Mr. Barty Crouch. However, Fanlin has a question, that is, if controlled by the Imperius Curse, Barty Crouch Jr. Crouch is out of control, so his father should feel it, but...

Resisting the Imperius Curse to work for Voldemort? Or, created a second soul?

The second option is really difficult. At the same time, it is also the simplest. Just disintegrate your soul.

It's so noisy outside, like the noisiest market, or maybe?

This is not a unique situation for the Quidditch field, and controversy naturally exists.

I don’t know what happened. They were in the box and didn’t understand the situation on the field.

Logically speaking, this should be the moment for the Irish team to celebrate, but where did this terrible sound come from? Hasn't the Veela's anger been extinguished?

Both teams have been here and the trophies have been handed out.

Fanlin was a little confused. According to the original development, such a commotion should have occurred among the tents when the Irish team was parading, not in this venue.

However, the Death Eaters seemed to have lost their patience, and their presence was definitely mixed in with such discordant sounds.

Fan Lin quickly walked to the edge of the box. Malfoy was still here. He and Narcissa were members of the Death Eaters. If there was any turmoil, Voldemort would not be able to do it in front of them.

So, who is it?

Fan Lin stood on the edge of the box and had a close view of the Quidditch pitch below.

In fact, he didn't quite understand why Voldemort wanted to cause trouble and attract attention at the Quidditch World Cup? Or was it to capture Harry, or did he think his Death Eaters could wipe out the Ministry of Magic?

This is not a wise choice.

"What's wrong, Fanlin?" Hermione came over, "Everyone is celebrating Ireland's victory..."

In fact, except for a few high-ranking officials, everyone in the box was celebrating. Except for the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, everyone present was Irish. Even Draco became excited.

In addition to Lucius and Narcissa, the couple were talking to Fudge and the Bulgarian Minister of Magic.

"Something's not right down there." Fan Lin frowned and pointed at some people in the field.

Among them were officials from the Ministry of Magic, fans of both teams, and mascots of both teams.

The Irish team that was entrenched in the air stopped circling. They stood in the air, as if they wanted to see clearly what happened.

"Maybe the Bulgarian fans can't accept defeat." Fan Lin shrugged.

But I don't know who secretly triggered a curse. There are so many people here that Fanlin can't tell who did it.

The curse cut through the air, and then knocked away a strong man in front of the Bulgarian fans.

The power of this evil curse is not great, but the breath is very bad. The worst result is just to knock a person unconscious.

But such a bad breath is like poking a hornet's nest.

The sound suddenly became noisy, like a burning flame, and this curse was the oil added to it.

The flames suddenly expanded, and several magic spells lit up from the Bulgarian team.

The official standing in the middle tried to stop him, but the curse was surprisingly powerful. The official was knocked to the open space dozens of meters away, and his life or death was unknown.

This must have been premeditated, otherwise these wizards would not have been able to cast such powerful magic in a hurry. Magic of this intensity should not appear on some ordinary wizards.

Fanlin frowned.

It was bad enough that things started to get chaotic, and it turned from a fan argument into a melee.

The chaotic battle began to spread from the center, and its scope became wider and wider.

Soon, the entire stadium was in chaos, fighting was happening everywhere, signs of support became the divisions of the teams, spells of various colors rose in the air, collisions with each other, explosions and screams. The cries mixed together to form a huge noise.

The air waves continued to spread outward, and the sound cut through the sky, as if it wanted to break through the thick clouds.

Such a scene was really shocking. A melee broke out in the venue with nearly 100,000 wizards. It was unprecedented in history. This happened to all wizards except Asia.

This was the largest melee in the history of magic. Scarce wizards fought against each other. No matter in that era, the destructive power it could cause was astonishing.

The chaotic magic storm began to condense. If the wizard disapparated at this time, it would definitely be shattered by the space.

"What are they doing?" Hermione screamed. "How could they do this?"

The girl didn't know how to use words to describe the scene in front of her. From the simplest dispute, it gradually expanded to a hundred thousand people, and fighting was taking place at every location.

Fanlin woke up immediately.

He should know that with the presence of officials, it is difficult to cause such a large-scale chaos. Moreover, less than three seconds after the battle in the center circle broke out, the battle could affect the entire venue.

It must be Voldemort's work. His actions were planned in advance. Such chaos would happen no matter which side wins, as long as the wizards are arranged in advance.

The question is, where did Voldemort get so many wizards?

Most of his Death Eaters are still imprisoned in Azkaban. Those outside are a group of cowards. Moreover, Voldemort has a simple body and he can't trust those ordinary former subordinates.

Barty Crouch Jr.?

He can't have such a big energy to gather a large number of wizards to create chaos. This requires a long time of operation.

Fanlin felt that his brain was not enough. Maybe he shouldn't send Wormtail to Azkaban. In this way, there would not be so many variables.

It seems that a big force has surrendered to Voldemort's arms, but Fanlin is not clear about this force...

Those pure-blood nobles?

Without sufficient benefits, they would never trust a Dark Lord who has not fully recovered. After all, being dominated by death is not a fun thing. (To be continued)