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"Bastards!" He seemed to get very upset and, without saying anything else, disappeared with a little slap.
"You're not very well informed, Mr. Bagman, are you?'' Commented Hermione frowning.
- Wow, that girl has a sharp tongue.'' Daemon looked at Hermione with a slight smile.
With a bucket of popcorn in his hand, Daemon got tired of walking and started levitating.
"But he was a great scout." said Ron.
- 'What does being a great scout have to do with it? 'Answer me O great universe.' Daemon thought, waiting for the universe's answer.
They headed towards a small clearing and sat down on a patch of dry grass at the foot of a tree.
"Wimbourne wasps were champions three times in a row when he was on the team." Ron said, and then pulled the small statue of Krum out of his pocket, the model placed it on the ground and stood for a moment watching it walk. Just like the real Krum, the model walked with her feet out and her shoulders slumped, much less impressive walking like a duck than on her broomstick.
Harry listened carefully to see if there were any noises coming from the camp. All seemed quiet; perhaps the commotion was over.
Then again, the "stalker" wondered if there was any pudding left for him to eat.
"I hope everyone is okay." Hermione said after a while.
"They are." said Ron.
"Imagine if your father captured Lucius Malfoy." Said Harry sitting down next to Ron to watch the statue of Krum walking on the dry leaves. "He keeps saying he would like to have something against Malfoy.
- Why are you gay?" thought Daemon, ( it was Daemon who thought that, not me. )
"That would wipe our friend Draco's face, ah, ouch." said Ron.
"But, what about those poor suckers.'''' Hermione lamented. "What if they couldn't bring them back down.
But it's crazy to do something like that with the Ministry of Magic in full force here today! I mean, how do they expect to get away with it? Do you think they've been drinking or just...'' But Hermione stopped talking abruptly and peered over her shoulder. Harry and Ron also spun around quickly. It looked as if someone was staggering toward the clearing where
They were on their feet. They waited, paying attention to the sound of irregular footsteps behind the dark trees. But the footsteps suddenly stopped.
"Hello?" called Harry.
- Damn boy, there are some people attacking everyone outside and you try to call out to them instead of being silent? Are wizards and cultivators related? They are dumb enough to look like they are related.' Daemon thought, shaking his head.
*Silence
Harry stood up and peered behind the tree. It was too dark to see very far, but he sensed that there was someone just beyond his field of vision.
"Who's there?" he asked.
And then, without warning, the silence was broken by a voice unlike any they had heard before: and she did not let out a scream, but something that resembled a spell.
"MORSMORDRE!
And a huge thing, green and glowing, erupted from the dark place that Harry's eyes struggled to penetrate: and it flew into the treetops and into the sky.
"Who...?" exclaimed Ron, getting up in one leap and staring at the thing that had appeared.
For a split second, Harry thought it was another formation of Irish elves. Then he realized that it was a colossal skull, apparently composed of emerald stars and a snake sticking out of its mouth like a tongue. As he looked, the skull rose higher and higher, shrouded in a mist of greenish smoke, bouncing against the night sky like a new constellation.
Suddenly, the entire forest around them exploded into screams. Harry didn't understand why, but the only possible was the sudden appearance of the skull, which was now high enough to illuminate the entire forest, like a macabre neon sign. He scanned the darkness for the person who conjured the skull, but could see no one.
"Who's there?"' He shouted once more.
"Harry, come on, come on." Hermione grabbed him by the back of his coat and pulled him back.
"What?" Harry asked, amazed to see his friend's face so white and terrified.
"And the black mark, Harry." groaned Hermione, pulling him as hard as she could, ''The sign of You-Know-Who.''
"From Voldemort?
''Harry, come on! ''
Harry turned around, Ronnie was quickly picking up the miniature Krum , the three of them started across the clearing, but before they could take more than a hundred steps, a series of pops announced the arrival of twenty witches from nowhere around them.
Harry turned around and in a split second registered a fact: each of the wizards had drawn a wand,
and each wand was pointed at him, Ronnie, and Hermione. Without stopping to think, he shouted:
"DOWN!". He grabbed his two friends and pulled them to the ground.
"STUFF!" shouted twenty voices, triggering a series of flashes.
"Reflect." A cold voice echoed in the forest.
The flashes were redirected back at them with double the power.
Eeekk!
Ahh!
A series of wails came from that side, the twenty witches were lying on the ground without moving.
"Stop!" shouted a voice that the golden trio recognized. "STOP! It's my son!''
It was too late for him, by the time he got there, several witches were thrown into the wailing pitch. He ignored that cold echoing voice, and walked up to the golden trio with a terrified expression.
''Ron, Harry...'' His voice trembled.'' ''Hermione, are you okay? ''
''Who did this? A cold, harsh voice sounded
It was Mr. Crouch. He and the other Ministry witches were approaching the boys.
Harry stood up to face them. Mr. Crouch's face was tense with anger.
"Looks like everyone has arrived...'' Again the same cold voice echoed through the forest.
Suddenly, golden chains appeared and began to tie each of them there, without giving them a chance to escape. ( Not Enkidu. )
''Who are you! a death commensal!'' Mr. Crouch shouted, still bound by the golden chain.
''For one who is in such a position to even dare to question me ... Should I call him dumb or brave?'' The cold voice echoed again as it mocked his face. 'Dumb, I suppose.'
Hermione, who had her head down, recognized this voice, although it was not as warm as before she still recognized it as Daemon.
Ron and Hermione stood up and began to search for that voice.
They made a circle and pointed their wands at nothing.
''Sleep.'' The same cold voice sounded through the forest.
Everyone there fell to the ground like puppets who had lost their strings, from those who had received the rebound of their own spells to those who were trapped, Hermione being the only one who was conscious.
Surprised that they were suddenly falling to the ground, Hermione tried to call out to them. "Harry! Ron?'' But it didn't seem to have worked.
Removing the Hades invisibility hat from his head, Daemon looked at Hermione.
She who saw Daemon, was surprised that it was himself.
''What have you done with them?'' She asked hurriedly.
''Hello, little one.'' He said. It was just a simple spell to make them sleep.
Looking well into his one eye Hermione said seriously. ''Wake them up.''
''That won't work.'' Answered Daemon with a shake of his shoulders.
"Why not? You should know they're back to normal.'' Said Hermione rather nervously.
"Of course I know how to get them back to normal, but, they're stupid assholes who started asking a bunch of useless questions. Daemon replied. ''Let's just keep them like this for a while.
''For how long exactly?'' Hermione asked.
''Until I decide to do them.'' He replied. ''So... how are you?
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