Chapter 86: Harpy

Under the gaze of 100,000 spectators, a huge skull composed of countless green light spots bloomed in the sky.

The eyes of the skull shone as brightly as the red coals in the brazier, and a python emerged from its mouth and went back in.

It quickly rose to the sky, climbing higher and higher, and finally passed through the clouds and entered the night sky, reflecting the huge pale moon, like a very twisted and grotesque ghost.

Fudge stared blankly at the familiar pattern. He thought he had seen it wrong and rubbed his eyes hard.

But the green skull was still a green skull, and it did not turn into the green clover symbolizing Ireland.

Although the night sky was hot, Fudge still shivered, his face was terribly pale, and his hands were shaking.

"Dark Mark?!"

He asked Umbridge beside him in a puzzled tone, as if he wanted to hear a different answer from her.

But unfortunately... Umbridge also looked at the sky in fear and whispered, "It's the Dark Mark, Minister!"

Fudge's heart seemed to fall off a cliff. The sudden panic made him dizzy, his legs softened, and he fell to the ground.

The audience suddenly became agitated, with sharp screams and terrified whimpers.

Even after thirteen years, many wizards still recognized the unforgettable...Dark Mark at a glance!

But those voices were scattered and too weak, and soon drowned out by more excited shouts.

One hundred thousand spectators...only a small part of them were British wizards, most of them came from all over the world, they didn't know the Dark Mark at all, let alone the terrifying meaning behind it.

Of course, even if they knew, they wouldn't care, after all, people wouldn't be scared by "fear" they had never felt before.

The audience screamed like wild beasts in heat, urging the Bulgarian mascot, the Veela...to come on stage quickly!

Rolf looked at the Dark Mark in the sky with a solemn expression.

In the original time and space, the Death Eaters attacked the camp in the middle of the night, and when they saw the Dark Mark, they immediately fled in fear.

The Dark Mark was actually made by Barty Crouch Jr., but he has been arrested now. Who created this "masterpiece"? !

Could it be the dark wizard who attacked him that night?

Rolf was in no mood to think about the "murderer" at this time, and he didn't care about the Quidditch game. He took off and flew high into the sky, heading straight for the top box where Newt and others were.

A sharp-eyed girl happened to catch a glimpse of this scene. She pointed to the sky and shouted, "Mom... that big brother is flying!"

At this time, the seven Bulgarian players were all ready to go. They stood in the player channel with Firebolts, waiting for the game to start and enjoying the performance.

"Is this the Irish mascot?" Batsman Volkov looked at the skull in the sky and frowned, "Why is it so hellish?"

"Who knows?" Goalkeeper Zograf crossed his arms, licked his lips, and said:

"This kind of art is indeed a bit ahead of its time, but I like it. I have decided... to get it as a tattoo on my buttocks."

"Tattoos can be unpopular, but they can't be weird." Batsman Volkov teased:

"Zoggraf, if you tattoo this thing on your buttocks, I will be weak when I see it in the future. How can I go through your back door?"

Volkov's words made everyone Laughing loudly, Zograf raised his middle finger and scolded:

"Volkov, I can pull out your thing, turn it around my waist three times, and I have a dog whip in my hand... Do you believe it?"

"Keep a low profile, don't show off my special skills!"

Volkov used his elbow to poke the man next to him who looked almost 40 years old, and he said with a smirk:

"We'll scare our young seeker, Viktor, who is a virgin and knows nothing."

Viktor Krum, although he looks the most mature among the seven team members, is actually the youngest... He just turned 17 years old.

However, Krum didn't care about his teammates' jokes, but frowned and looked at the sky, squeezing out deep frown lines.

"Viktor, what are you looking at?" Zograf asked.

"Someone is flying in the sky." Krum said.

Everyone looked up in surprise and looked in the direction of Krum's finger. They really saw a figure flying towards the stands.

They were stunned at first, then they were shocked. Volkov exclaimed with amazement:

"Who can fly in the sky without a broom?!"

Krum, who had the best eyesight, stared at the figure and said in a deep voice: "Rolf Scamander."

Others were familiar with this name. Not to mention that Scamander received two Order of Merlin medals and saved the floating dragon ship...

Just in the month of coming to the UK, at least twenty days, he could see his news in the newspaper. No one would not know him! !

"What is Scamander going to do?" Volkov asked in confusion, "Is this also an Irish performance?"

At this moment, there was a vibration behind him. Zograf immediately retracted his gaze, turned back, and said excitedly:

"It's coming - the Veela performance - my favorite energy-gathering show!"

The other players turned around and looked deep into the player's tunnel, showing a smile that only men can understand.

The mascot of Bulgaria is the beautiful Veela. They just walk by in groups, which can make people's blood boil and accumulate endless energy.

As a member of the Bulgarian national team, it is their unique benefit to be able to see Veela up close!

Zoglav even numbered the Veela specially. The most beautiful one was called No. 8 by him, which was the same as his jersey number.

If the Bulgarian team can win the championship this time, he plans to muster up the courage to show his love to No. 8.

There was a look of admiration on Zograf's face, but that expression quickly disappeared and turned into dullness.

The Veela he had longed for did not appear, and he only saw a huge monster walking out of the passage.

The monster had a woman's head, but its face was wrinkled and ugly like an old woman, and its hair was as hard as a hedgehog's thorns.

Where the arms should have grown, there are dragon-like wings. It has the body of a vulture and bronze bird claws, with a curly scorpion tail trailing behind it.

Everyone recognized that it was the Greek mascot—the harpy!

The harpy made a piercing scream, and several Quidditch players stepped back in horror. Only Zograf stood there, looking at the harpy with a dull expression.

"Run!" Krum yelled.

Only then did Zograf realize that he wanted to escape, but the harpy had already pounced on him, grabbing his head with its bronze claws.

The sharp claws scratched Zograf's head with just a slight force. The scene was like a watermelon that was thrown to the ground. The "melon pulp" exploded everywhere, and the blood dyed the player tunnel red.

Batter Volkov screamed in horror, and chasers Ivanova and Dimitrov fell to the ground in fright.

Krum's face turned pale, he took out his wand tremblingly, and shouted: "Collapse!"

The stun spell hit the harpy, but it bounced back and hit Volkov in the head. He fell to the ground and passed out.

"..."

The harpy raised its head, stared at Krum wildly, and then charged towards him.

Krum's face was pale and he looked panicked. He was afraid that his head would also explode, so he immediately changed his position and lay down towards the ground.

The claws did not catch Krum's head, but they still scratched his arm and penetrated his ribs. Krum was so painful that he couldn't open his eyes and almost lost consciousness.

The harpy didn't pay attention to the wizard with its claws stuck in it, but walked out of the tunnel and looked towards the sky.

With her powerful dynamic vision, she quickly caught the flying figure, spread her wings, and flew towards the sky above the stadium at an unimaginable speed.

The audience who had been waiting for the Veela all saw this horrifying scene:

The huge harpy, like an eagle hunting for food, swooped and grabbed at... Scamander in mid-air with its sharp claws!

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