Chapter 161

Once, failed.

Twice, failed.

Three times, failed.

...

An inexperienced girl couldn't do anything about it, but it made Ye Ting a little angry.

"Hey, can you do it?" Ye Ting wanted to turn against customers, but was immediately suppressed.

"I can do it!" the girl said willfully, "I'm the champion... of the Quidditch World Cup. What can I... not do?"

"Okay," Ye Ting sighed, "Then you can do it yourself, don't regret it then."

"I don't... don't regret it (er)."

"It will hurt a lot."

"I'm not afraid of pain!"

"I won't be able to get up the next day."

"Don't you have... a healing spell?"

How can you be so smart at this time.

Ye Ting couldn't persuade him, so he had to let her make a fool of himself.

Then, after stumbled and tried several times, Zhang Qiu finally found the spot.

Then she took a deep breath and sat down suddenly.

Blood seeped out.

The girl's tears almost flowed out.

"Wow, it hurts."

She looked at Ye Ting pitifully.

Ye Ting had no chance to feel anything at all, so he had to cast a healing spell on the girl first, and then talk about enjoyment.

Then, the girl with the iron head actually continued to move like this, as if she had learned how to rise and fall without a teacher.

However, her movements are still slightly inexperienced.

Soon, some dissatisfied boys began to turn against customers...

long night.

Chapter 0224 riot

Although the drunk Zhang Qiu changed his usual shyness and became unusually active, but because it was the first time, and he was drunk, he fell asleep after only one time.

Leaving Ye Ting alone, holding her but having nowhere to start.

He had no choice but to lie on the bed, looking at the top of the tent, watching an occasional leprechaun flying over it with a lantern, passing a flash of light, listening to the celebratory sounds of Irish people on the other side of the camp, and unknowingly fell into dreamland.

In the middle of the night, Ye Ting woke up suddenly, and his keen perception made him feel that something was wrong. The voices in the camp changed. The singing stopped, and he heard screams and people running in a panic.

Ye Ting suddenly remembered that after the Quidditch World Cup, the Death Eaters made a lot of trouble at the World Cup.

He hurriedly woke Zhang Qiu beside him, put on her clothes in a hurry, and then went to the other two rooms to wake Penello and Hermione.

The four of them quickly dressed and gathered in the living room.

"What's wrong? Why did you suddenly call me?" Zhang Qiu asked sleepily. She was the most tired last night.

"There seems to be some accident outside." Ye Ting said, "Hurry up and use Floo powder to go home, it may be a little unsafe here."

"Really, I still want to spend some time with everyone in the morning." Penello complained and walked to the fireplace, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and threw it into the burning fire.

"Go, go," Ye Ting advised. "You guys go back to sleep, and I'll see what happened."

Although the three girls were reluctant, they returned to Ye Ting's house with Floo powder in turn.

Seeing that the girls had all disappeared, Ye Ting walked out of the tent, took out his wand and lightly tapped the tent. The tent immediately shrank automatically, and then folded continuously, and finally turned into a roll the size of a water glass.

Stuffing the tent into the bag, Ye Ting began to look around.

By the light of the still burning fires, Ye Ting saw people running towards the woods, as if to avoid something moving towards them on the campsite. The thing flashed oddly and made a sound like a shot. Loud jeers, wild laughter, drunken shouts, all moved towards them.

Ye Ting looked around, and it turned out to be a group of wizards tightly packed together. Everyone pointed their wands upwards and pushed forward together, moving slowly on the field.

Ye Ting squinted and looked at them carefully. They wore hoods on their heads and masks on their faces. Above their heads, four struggling figures floated in the air, twisted into all kinds of weird shapes, as if the masked wizards on the ground were puppeteers, and the ones above them were marionettes, Controlled by an invisible rope rising into the air from the wand. Two of them are very small.

More wizards joined the marching ranks, laughing loudly, pointing to the bodies floating above. As the parade continued to grow, the tents collapsed. Once or twice, Ye Ting saw a marcher set a tent on the roadside on fire with a wand. Several tents were set on fire. The screams got louder.

Looking up, Ye Ting recognized that the bodies floating in the air were four Muggles. They were the camp manager, his wife and children. A marcher below used a wand to turn the administrator's wife upside down. The woman's pyjamas dangled down to reveal a pile of fancy panties, and the crowd below screamed and booed happily as she struggled to cover herself.

"It's really boring." Ye Ting said disdainfully, looking at the youngest Muggle child - the child was in the air sixty feet above the ground, and began to spin like a top, his head limply tilted to this side, suddenly crooked over there.

For these wizards who use magic to bully Muggles for fun, Ye Ting is quite uncomfortable.

What's more, they claim to be more noble than Muggles, but they do things that are bullying and fearing hardship. If they really dare to launch a full-scale war against the Muggle society, or control the Muggle government through the Imperius Curse, Ye Ting can still do it. Give them a high look, but bullying Muggle civilians who are helpless... is really boring.

Going further, Ye Ting saw some acquaintances, Harry, Ron, the twins were running out with Ginny, so were some other classmates, some staff from the Ministry of Magic he knew were desperately trying to rush in, approaching the middle Those wizards with hoods encountered great difficulties. It seemed that they dared not perform any magic, for fear that the Roberts family would fall.

The lights that had illuminated the way to the stadium have now gone out. There were dark figures stumbling along in the woods, little children crying, nervous, anxious cries and voices echoing in the cold night sky around them.

On the side of the road, a group of boys and girls in pajamas huddled together, arguing noisily about something. When Ye Ting passed by, a little girl about eleven turned around and said quickly, "Where is Madame Maxime? We can't find her-"

This caught his attention, and of course he knew Madame Maxime, the headmaster of the French Academy of Magic, Beauxbatons.

So, Ye Ting looked at the girl. The girl had a delicate and lovely face and silver curly hair. Her appearance was familiar to Ye Ting, so he stepped forward and asked in French, "Hello, little sister, are you What is your name?"

Perhaps it was his appearance that gave the girl a great impression, and the girl answered without hesitation.

"Gabrielle," she looked at Ye Ting with wide eyes, and asked pitifully, "Gabrielle Delacour, big brother, do you know where Madame Maxime is?"

"I don't know where Madame Maxime is, but I can take you to find them," Ye Ting touched the girl's head, "Your sister is Fleur Delacour, right?"

"You know my sister," the girl's eyes lit up, looking at Ye Ting with some anticipation, "Are you also my sister's suitor?"

Wow! How many suitors does Furong have? Why does his sister see a man who knows her sister think he is her sister's suitor?

"No, I didn't pursue Furong," Ye Ting shook his head and explained, "I only met her once, at the International Wizarding Chess tournament two years ago."

"You are... Brother Ting Ye!" Gabriel looked at Ye Ting curiously and blurted out his name.

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