Chapter 258 The Smile Will Not Disappear, It Will Only Transfer

While Harry was still thinking about the sky, he suddenly felt that the black magic left on Peter Pettigrew was touched.

Harry's body tensed instantly, but then relaxed again.

"What happened to Peter Pettigrew?" Harry was a little puzzled.

Among the hints he left for Peter Pettigrew, there are only a few special circumstances that will trigger his own power.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to her, Harley carefully put on the manipulation glasses and immersed most of her consciousness in it, leaving only a little superficial consciousness to respond to other people's simple questions.

With the help of Peter Pettigrew's perspective, Harry saw that Peter Pettigrew was standing on the edge of a dark forest, and a woman was lying in front of him.

The woman was plump, not tall, and wore robes representing the British Ministry of Magic.

She was unconscious at this time, and judging from the perspective, Peter Pettigrew probably knocked her out from behind.

Harry frowned slightly, quietly scrolling through the memory of Peter Pettigrew.

"Bertha Jorkins... a member of the Department of Magical Sports and Sports at the British Ministry of Magic..."

Harry's physical expression didn't change at all, but his conscious body frowned slightly,

"Are you going to take her to sacrifice to Voldemort? See if I can torture him for information about the Ministry of Magic?"

Harry sighed and shook his head. The witch is indeed evil, but she still has some moral bottom line.

She quickly found a reason for herself:

"Voldemort doesn't have much power now, and it's the time when it's best to control and guide."

"Bringing this Bertha Jorkins to Voldemort is likely to have unpredictable consequences."

"What's more..." Harry glanced at Bertha's lower abdomen indiscriminately,

"She is still pregnant, and the child may not be more than five months old, but because she is slightly fat, there are no signs of it."

"Forget it, give this future mother a hint and let her leave this land of right and wrong as soon as possible."

Under the invisible erosion of Harry's power, Peter Pettigrew was in a daze at first, then subconsciously squatted down, turned Bertha over, and opened her closed eyes.

Under the immersion of power, Harley used Peter Pettigrew as an intermediary to give Bertha little by little psychological hints.

But in the process of hinting, Harry's eyebrows suddenly moved.

She was surprised to realize that Bertha's memory had problems, and the problems were still serious.

Any magic that ever existed will leave traces.

And this Bertha's memory has traces left by a powerful forgetting spell, which even affected Bertha's memory.

"The powerful and brutal Oblivion Charm... is not as subtle as Lockhart's Oblivion Charm. It seems that users don't use this spell very often." Harry rubbed his temples and thought.

Judging from all the signs, the greatest possibility is that Bertha has learned some secrets that she should not know.

And that person was inconvenient to kill Bertha directly, so he chose to forcibly erase Bertha's related memories.

Harry recalled Ludo's evaluation of his subordinate when Sirius chatted with Ludo:

"A very interesting witch, but she is a bit silly, her memory is not very good, and she forgets everything she does."

"Over the years, she has been driven from one department to another. I think she is so pitiful, so I just let her come here."

At that time, Ludo laughed at himself, rubbed his head,

"I'm not smart after all, those goddamn Bludgers, they definitely have a permanent effect on my brain."

"It can be regarded as sympathy, anyway, I am also unreliable in doing things, and I am not inferior to her."

Now, Harry thought he knew the reason for Bertha's poor memory.

Under the tightly closed eyes of Harry's body, a green light flowed, sinking into the glasses bit by bit.

Thanks to the training of Harley's will and spirit by the manipulator, Harley is now more and more proficient in this kind of long-distance fine operation.

"Triwizard Tournament... The former Auror Moody will join Hogwarts as a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts..."

Harry quickly skimmed through those superficial memories, and browsed some important information by the way.

Finally, she broke the influence of the Forgetting Curse and read Bertha's secrets that were forcibly erased by the Forgetting Curse.

"It's really interesting," Harry suddenly smiled,

"Mr. Crouch's Death Eater's son, Barty Crouch Jr., who was supposed to die, is still alive, and is hidden at home by Old Crouch!"

"What an interesting piece of information!"

Harry waved his hand and manipulated Peter Pettigrew to help Bertha bury these memories deep in her mind again.

However, she was not as rude as Mr. Crouch, but used the extraordinary ability of psychological suggestion to restrict this memory.

It would not do much harm to Bertha, and the nightmarish days of this woman were coming to an end.

Harry nodded in satisfaction, gave Peter Pettigrew a hint again, and told him to stay away from here as soon as possible.

And that memory of Barty Crouch Jr. was buried deep in Peter Pettigrew's mind.

This news was regarded as a greeting gift to Senior Riddle.

Although it is impossible for him to know who the gift giver is, he must be very satisfied with this gift.

Watching Bertha's figure disappear into Peter Pettigrew's eyes, Harry brought back the many news he had gained, and regained his consciousness with satisfaction.

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When Harry took off his glasses, turned his attention back to the stadium, and took over his shallow consciousness memory, he realized that the game was about to start.

The mascots of both teams have already appeared and stood on the court in the areas specially designated for them to cheer.

However, Halle seriously doubts whether England's Moon Crazy Beast and Transylvania's Voldebat understand the concept of refueling.

On the England side, the players held the latest Firebolts and wore neat, custom-made Quidditch jerseys, looking extraordinary.

The Transylvania team wears all kinds of clothes, and one even wears the old-fashioned jersey that came with the Comet 250 when it was released.

And their broom is also a unified Nimbus 1900, and there is a difference of more than ten Nimbus 2000 between them and the Firebolt.

Noticing this, the head coach of the England Quidditch team became more and more proud, and urged the players to be merciful, and not to let international friends lose too badly in the UK.

On the field, England fans also laughed, anticipating the coming of a massacre.

After the coaches of the two sides left the field and the captains shook hands, with a whistle, fourteen players and a referee took off into the air at the same time, and the Quaffle was thrown high.

And Ludo's voice also rang: "The game has officially started!"

"We can see that Delinken, as the captain of the England team, took the lead and rushed towards the Quaffle."

"Close! He's close to the ball! He! He...he passed the ball?!"

It could be seen that Dlinken was not that proficient in the operation of the Firebolt, so he simply didn't brake the car and passed the Quaffle all the way.

Kentra, the Chaser of the Transylvania team, took the Quaffle and rushed towards the England penalty area alone.

The England goalkeeper Atvalon, who had just lifted off from the spot, was still flying unsteadily, not nervous at all.

After all, the entire England team uses Firebolts, and the speed will definitely crush the Transylvania team, and their side will definitely take the lead in holding the ball.

Just when Atvalon came to the goal humming a ditty and was about to turn his broom to defend, he suddenly heard a "whoosh" in his ear.

"What's the movement?" Atvalon suspected that there was something wrong with his ears.

"Damn! I just said that I shouldn't drink so much with those bastards these days!"

While complaining, Atvalon turned the direction of the broom, and then saw the big number on the scoreboard:

England: Transylvania

0:10

?

Before Atvalon had time to think, he heard the referee's whistle and Ludo's commentary:

"Oh, what a pity... Transylvania's Chaser Kentra cut in solo and scored the first goal just a minute into the game."

Cheers erupted in the entire arena.

But it was the cheers of the rest of the fans, the smiles on the faces of the England fans and those wizards who bet money on the England team at the beginning of the game.

The smile doesn't disappear, it just shifts!

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"It's too bad, the England team... was in poor form today!"

There was no more passion in Ludo's voice, and he tried hard to find a reason for the England team.

However, he also had a headache. In less than an hour, he was scored twelve goals in a row by the Transylvania team, which is known as the village team on the opposite side.

To be reasonable, as the director of the Magic Sports Department, Ludo has also seen many non-professional teams organized by England fans.

The confrontation between them is not so outrageous!

Many spectators in the stands were shouting angrily, and some even threw their shoes and fruits into the venue.

Everyone likes to watch the weak defeat the strong, but it's not this time!

Many people bet money on the England team!

And those fans who didn't bet because they supported their team were happy. Everyone loves the scene of betting on the gram!

In the box on the top floor, Harry intuitively felt the low air pressure created by the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic.

Although those who can come here are all civilized people who claim to be pure-blood families, but this does not prevent them from scolding after losing money.

Fudge's face was so gloomy that water dripped out, and the veins on his forehead were almost exposed.

The minister of the Transylvanian Ministry of Magic next to him was leisurely nibbling an apple and drinking mead.

It was already unexpected to be able to enter the qualifiers, but now it might be a surprise.

In order to avoid taxes, he also suppressed a thousand gold Galleons in Gringotts in Transylvania to support his team, which is considered sentimental.

And Gringotts there also gave him fifteen times the odds. I didn't expect that this would be more rewarding than the money I paid for my feelings!

He had already planned how to go back and credit the money to the account of the Ministry of Magic, but it seemed that he didn't need it this time.

"... Transylvania's Chaser Deakint alone with the ball... Walter hits a nice Bludger trying to block..."

"Oh, good... What a Bludger!"

England's batsman Walter used a beautiful bludger to successfully force back the England goalkeeper Atvalon who came to block him, helping Deakint score a single goal.

Ludo wanted to scold on the spot, but unfortunately he was a neutral commentator and had to control his emotions.

"0:130, England captain Delinken holds the ball, but he is intercepted..."

Finally, at one hour and fifty-seven minutes into the game, the England team finally managed to score.

The audience boiled instantly, and England fans waved flags to cheer for the players.

"This is the clarion call for counterattack! Destroy them!" A fanatical fan cast a spell on himself and shouted loudly,

"From this moment on, we will not miss a single goal and advance to the final!"

The Scottish fans next to him gave him a sneering look. Why do these words sound so familiar?

It seems that someone called it a few days ago?

The Aurors had already groped along the aisle, trying to take away the fan who forcibly disrupted the order in the stadium.

Normal shoe-throwing and shouting are not within their jurisdiction, but using magic is against the rules of the game.

But they hadn't even gotten to the fan before they heard this fan's wail of pain along with other England fans:

"No!"

Shortly after England's first goal, Transylvania's Seeker Flinkendi caught the Snitch.

The score on the data board is fixed:

England: Transylvania

10:390

When they heard the whistle from the referee announcing the end of the game, the members of the England team controlled the broom to land smoothly, their eyes full of confusion.

who I am? where am I? what am i doing

Like I'm a player...I'm at the UK Quidditch World Cup...I just lost the match?

I must be dreaming, otherwise how could there be such an outrageous phenomenon?

How could a well-trained, well-fed, well-financed, well-equipped English team lose to an almost completely amateur Transylvanian team?

If it is really a dream, then this dream is too outrageous, and at the same time too realistic.

At this time, the players of the England team saw the audience standing up and waving their wands in the audience, and subconsciously waved according to muscle memory.

This time the powder keg was detonated.

There were only a dozen photographers with parchment and quills and cameras rushing over.

Now... the England fans in the auditorium also rushed over!

These days, the fans of the England team are too arrogant, and they have had more than one fight with the Scots, and the Welsh and Irish fans also don't like them.

Well now, England have lost and the reckoning is about to begin.

Before being besieged, they have to besiege the England team first... beat them to vent their anger!

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(Thanks to "Nine-tailed Flaming Fox" and "Sleeping Cat Maotou" for their rewards!)

(ps. Speaking of which, the baby that Voldemort turned into was actually the child of Bertha Jorkins, according to some unknown sources.)

(Bertha Jorkins was pregnant at the time, but did not mention the father of the child and many other information.)

(So ​​Voldemort used magic similar to the one used on Quirrell by the first-year timeline...you can probably guess it later, the author will not say it, to prevent problems with the book.)

(However, this setting was banned because it was too dark, and Rowling also obscured the relevant information.)