Chapter 520 Camp
Tiredness, this is everyone's first feeling.
Indeed, this night was too tiring. Even Fan Lin, who had no feeling for Quidditch, was driven by the atmosphere and shouted together. Then, after the extreme excitement, something more exciting came, that is, the arrival of vampires.
Strictly speaking, this night was a bit too difficult, and Fan Lin's body.
They were the last to come out. The wizards outside the venue returned to their tents, but these tents were still dark.
This is really terrifying. Those Death Eaters left an indelible impression on everyone in the magic world.
The Dark Mark that appeared tonight even made them dare not stay here. Even though they knew that these people had left, who could guarantee that these Death Eaters would not come back?
Death Eaters who absorbed vampires.
This is what everyone can't figure out.
It can be said that no one can understand why these vampires joined the Death Eaters' camp. This was an organization that had already declined. Their leaders were dead. What else can attract these dark creatures?
This is hard to understand.
The same is true for Fanlin. Trevor did not explain to him the reason, what kind of deal was there between him and Voldemort.
Partner?
It was hard to convince Fanlin.
Trevor was playing with fire, and this dark green flame could engulf their blood at any time.
The atmosphere was a little solemn, the whole camp was quiet, and no one was in a good mood.
For those Quidditch players, this was undoubtedly more desperate.
These people ruined their festival, the Irish team's home victory, which was originally something worth celebrating for the whole of Britain.
However, the sudden riot took away the honor that originally belonged to them, which was undoubtedly a very sad thing.
No one would pay attention to this Quidditch game, which was originally a very topical thing, which was originally good for both teams.
Everyone walked through the dark camp in silence, and the few lights were quickly extinguished, as if they were afraid of attracting someone's attention.
Several people entered the tent. Because of the blockade by the Ministry of Magic, Charlie, Percy and Bill did not enter the ruins. They tried to come in and move out Mr. Weasley, but the Aurors insisted on stopping them outside according to the wishes of the three bosses.
"How is it?" Charlie said.
"Let's go in and talk about it." Mr. Weasley said.
"I saw the mark. Who is that person..."
"A crazy guy, his followers." Mr. Weasley said quickly. He drove everyone into the tent. He still had many tasks.
After settling everyone, Mr. Weasley and Sirius took Percy away quickly. There was a lot of aftermath to deal with. They were all from the Ministry of Magic.
The originally warm little dining table became a little deserted.
Ginny went to the kitchen to get some food and lit an oil lamp on the table, which made the originally dark little dining table a little warmer.
Everyone got a sofa for Fanlin and Hermione. The two really didn't have much strength.
Fanlin's face was bitter. He only used a small part of his magic power to take out some potions, which made his body hurt.
"I'll help you." Harry said.
Fanlin shook his head, "No one else can use this thing, it has a protective magic." Fanlin said, he touched his chest, and two bottles of dark red potion appeared from his hands.
"What is this?"
"Considering the possibility, Dumbledore prepared a blood potion for me." Fanlin said, "But this thing is not so delicious."
"It really looks like a vampire, you people make potions..." Ginny said.
"There is no way, this is the best effect." Fanlin said, and then he handed a bottle of potion to Hermione.
"Drink it, it should make you better, at least you can walk by yourself tomorrow."
"I can do it now, and my situation..."
"You can't drink too much of this thing, otherwise I will take out more." Fanlin said with a wry smile, he had to drink this for many consecutive days, it seemed that he had to write a letter to Dumbledore.
Fanlin shook his head, he raised his head and drank the potion.
"This stuff is really bad..." Fanlin resisted the urge to vomit, and he forced himself to swallow the sticky liquid in his mouth.
"You should know that this stuff is bad for your body... Where did you get such a bad potion..." Hermione suddenly changed the subject. Obviously, these potions far exceeded the ones they brewed in the Object of Requirement.
"Dumbledore is very good at making potions, but this taste..." Fanlin complained weakly. He felt that he was not feeling well.
"But... this effect..." Hermione almost vomited, "This... this effect is still good."
Fanlin nodded. It must be admitted that these potions are much stronger than Professor Snape's potions. At least the faint fever made his body feel much better.
"This thing..." Harry smelled the bottle, "It's really... You two have worked hard."
"No way..." Fanlin shrugged his shoulders.
After the little episode, the atmosphere in the tent was improved. At least they found a space to talk.
Until now, everyone really realized that they were far away from those bad things, at least for now.
"Hey, brother, you are really handsome." Fred joked.
"Especially the one with Bilibili..."
"???"
"Bilibili?" Fanlin was a little confused.
"It's just two balls of light colliding together. You and the old vampire are face to face. That's really exciting."
"..."
If possible, Fanlin should be described as having a lot of black lines on his head now.
"That's magic. If you are willing, I can teach you two. This is a necessary skill. I will try not to break your brains."
"Hey, brother, don't be so fierce." Fred patted Fanlin on the shoulder.
"We just want to praise you. After all, not everyone can do Bilibili, right? It's like..."
"Two oversized light bulbs..."
Harry suddenly said, and then Fred and George were a little confused.
"Light bulb?"
"Ah..." Harry was also a little confused. He didn't understand why everyone reacted like this.
"The lighting tools in the Muggle world," Hermione said helplessly, "Harry, Fred and George have never used them." (To be continued)