Chapter 525
Big Fish and Shrimp
Chapter 525 Big Fish and Shrimp
"Master, I'm not used to you being like this."
The collar of the cloak rose up and Vader heard it make a small sound.
"Don't talk nonsense." Wade said, "Make yourself look more normal."
"Wouldn't it be better to become invisible?"
The cloak murmured, as if it was dyed, turning into a common black from top to bottom, and it seemed to almost blend into the night.
Wade looked around, helped up a young student who had fallen, and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Fortunately..." The girl raised her head and saw the appearance of the young wizard in front of her. She immediately shouted, "You, you are Harry Potter!"
In the dark night, someone immediately looked in this direction.
Harry has been on the stage several times and has become an absolute world-class "star wizard". Even students from other countries can recognize him at a glance.
Wade frowned and said, "It's a mess here, go into the woods quickly."
"Good, good."
The girl agreed, her eyes fixed on his face, and was pushed by Wade again, then she stumbled towards the woods.
Vader looked around and, like the other kindly wizards, ran toward where the chaos was worst.
However, compared to others, his height was quite short and quite noticeable.
Wade had just knocked down a leprechaun with a stunning spell when someone suddenly grabbed his arm. He turned around and saw that it was Sirius.
"Harry!" the man behind him shouted worriedly, "Why are you here? Come on, follow me!"
He dragged Wade into the woods, and Wade did not resist. He looked at the other's back, curled his lips, and had a look of disgust.
When the two men ran past a palace-style tent, the man suddenly fell with a cry of "Ouch", rolled into the shadow behind the tent, and lay on the ground holding his legs, groaning in pain.
"What's wrong with you?" Wade asked with concern, standing not far away.
"My leg...my leg seems to be broken." He stretched out his hand and said with difficulty: "Help me, Harry."
"Oh," Wade responded, reaching out to pat it, but before the man could shake it, his hand retracted.
The man grabbed nothing and looked at Wade's serious and concerned face in confusion, wondering if what he had just said was not "give me a hand" but "give me five".
——Would you like to say it again?
He pretended that his legs were in pain and was about to speak when he saw Wade in front of him reaching into his pocket and stuffing something into his hand.
The man looked down...why did it look like a badge?
"What is this?" he asked subconsciously, pinching the badge.
"One-way ticket." Wade smiled and waved his hand: "Have a nice trip, Mr. Troca."
Gal Troka, who was disguised as Sirius, looked up in surprise: "How did you——"
Before he could finish his words, he felt as if there was a hook behind his belly button, and his whole body left the ground and flew up!
"boom!"
The vampire fell to the ground and rolled twice. When he looked up, he saw a huge furnace in front of him. The coal inside was burning golden red, and the heat seemed to be able to singe his hair.
Gal quickly used his hands and feet to take two steps back, and the back of his head hit someone's leg again.
He turned around and saw an old man wearing strange protective glasses, holding a glass bottle with a thin neck in his hand, looking down at him.
"...Wade?" the old man called out softly tentatively.
"Ved Grey?"
Gal was startled and looked around quickly, expecting to see that chilling face when he turned his head. But he didn't.
“Isn’t it?” Wowelet muttered in disappointment. “I thought it was Vader who finally used the Portkey I gave him… Who are you? Young man.”
"I..." Gal looked at him, his heart pounding. Just as he was about to test the other party's identity, the door was pushed open.
"All petrified!"
Before he could see the man's appearance clearly, a spell was cast on him. Gar fell straight to the ground like a board, his limbs stuck to his body and unable to move. Only his eyeballs were still rolling.
"I'm taking this guy away, Wovilet." Antoine grabbed Gal's leg and dragged him out the door, saying with a smile, "He's a wanted criminal. Wade can't deal with him right now, so he sent him here."
"oh oh."
Wovilet actually didn't understand the situation, but since it wasn't Wade, he didn't bother to ask more questions. He just picked up the badge that Gal had thrown on the ground, blew on it, and rubbed it twice with his thumb.
"This brat, I gave him something to save his life, but he threw it everywhere."
The old man grumbled in dissatisfaction as he recast the portkey's spell, put the badge into the pouch, marked it with "Vade Grey (received)", and sent it away by owl.
Watching the gray bird fly away, Wowelet couldn't help but sigh and whispered to himself:
"It's not easy to catch Gellert's attention... Vader, you must protect yourself!"
……
Two flowers bloom, one branch each.
Wade, who wanted to catch a big fish but accidentally caught a shrimp, continued to pretend to be Harry. On the other side of the camp, the real Sirius was in a very embarrassing situation.
Two and a half hours ago, the game was over and people were leaving the stadium. Sirius knew that the Weasleys were responsible for Harry's safety, so he quietly followed the Malfoy family as they left the box.
The audience was so crowded on the street that Lucius Malfoy had no idea that he was being followed.
In fact, this environment itself was difficult to track. Less than five meters after walking out of the gymnasium, Sirius was squeezed by the crowd and could not see the backs of the family.
But he was not in a hurry at all. He shook his body and a big black dog appeared in the crowded crowd. He was very skilled in Animagus transformation and it was very dark at night, so no one around him noticed it.
The black dog sniffed, catching the scent of perfume in the air, and took a step without hesitation, weaving between people's legs and feet. Soon he saw the family's light golden hair.
Draco Malfoy waved his wand in his hand, unconsciously imitating Krum's diving movements on the field, and said excitedly:
"I thought he was going to fall to his death - a perfect Longkiss feint! A genius tactic! If I could master this technique, I wouldn't lose to that scarred Porter in the competition!"
"And then?" Lucius Malfoy interrupted him, sneering, "Break your neck by accident? Draco, I thought you knew - Quidditch is just a game, you don't need to use such dangerous tricks to please the audience!"
"I..." Draco Malfoy said stubbornly, "I just... I just want to beat Potter! I hate losing to him!"
"Then practice more spells!" Lucius Malfoy said unhappily, "I would rather you achieve better results than Harry Potter, or defeat him miserably in a duel!"
Draco's pale face suddenly turned red.
"Your father is right, Draco." Mother Narcissa used her slender fingers to comb her son's windblown hair and said softly, "Don't risk your life for this kind of game. The Quidditch World Cup is not as important as your safety, not to mention it's just a school game."
The black dog hiding nearby snorted and glanced at the spoiled blond boy with disdain.
As they were talking, they had already walked into a quiet passage, keeping a distance from other spectators.
"Narcissa, take Draco to the forest and don't come back until the riot is over." Lucius said, then looked at his son and said, "Follow your mother and don't run around, otherwise you will lose your pocket money for next semester!"
Narcissa looked pale with disapproval in her eyes, but she said nothing and nodded silently. Draco immediately asked, "Dad, what are you going to do?"
Lucius Malfoy leaned on his cane with a cold smile on his face.
"We need some entertainment for the night," he said. "We're going to find some Muggles... to help with the fun."
(End of this chapter)