Chapter 527 Harpy
Under the watchful eyes of a hundred thousand spectators, a huge skull composed of countless emerald light spots bloomed in the sky.
The eyes of the skull were as bright as the burning coals in the brazier, and a boa constrictor came out of its mouth and went in again.
It quickly rose towards the sky, climbed higher and higher, and finally passed through the clouds and entered the night sky, reflecting the huge pale moon, like an extremely twisted and grotesque ghost.
Fudge stared blankly at the familiar pattern, thinking he had misread it, he rubbed his eyes vigorously.
But the green skull, still the green skull, did not turn into the green shamrock that symbolizes Ireland.
Although the night sky was hot, Fudge was still shivering, his face was terribly pale, and his hands were shaking.
"Dark Mark?!"
He asked Umbridge next to him in a suspicious tone, as if he wanted to hear a different answer from the other party.
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, and the sudden panic made him feel dizzy, his legs gave way, and he fell to the ground.
There was a sudden commotion in the auditorium, with sharp screams and terrified whimpers.
Even after thirteen years, many wizards still recognize the unforgettable... Dark Mark at a glance!
But those voices were scattered, too weak, and were quickly drowned in more excited shouts.
Hundreds of thousands of viewers... only a small part of them are British wizards, and most of them come from all over the world. They don't know the Dark Mark at all, let alone the terrifying meaning behind it.
Of course, even if you understand it, you won't care, after all, people will not be intimidated by "fear" that they have never felt before.
The crowd screamed like beasts in heat, urging Bulgaria's mascot, the veela... Come on stage!
Rove looked at the Dark Mark in the sky with a serious expression on his face.
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 scattered in fright.
And the Dark Mark was actually done by Barty Crouch Jr., but he has been arrested at this time, who concocted this "masterpiece"? !
Could it be the dark wizard who attacked him that night?
Rove was not in the mood to think about the "murderer" at this time, nor did he care about any Quidditch matches. He stood up, flew high into the sky, and went straight to the top-floor box where Newt and the 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 held Firebolts and stood in the player tunnel, waiting for the start of the game while admiring the performance.
"Is this the mascot of Ireland?" The batter Volkov looked at the skull in the sky and frowned, "Why is it so hellish?"
"Who knows." Goalkeeper Zograf put his hands on his chest, licked his lips, and said:
"This art is a bit ahead of its time, but I like it, and I decided... to use it as a tattoo on my buttocks."
"Tattoos can be unpopular, but not evil." The batter Volkov joked:
"Zoglav, you have this thing tattooed on your butt, and I'll feel weak when I see it. How can I go through your back door?"
Volkov's words made everyone laugh. Zoglav raised his middle finger and scolded with a smile:
"Volkov, I can pull out your thing, spin it three times in my waist, and have a dog whip in my hand... Do you believe it?"
"Low-key, low-key, don't show my strengths!"
Volkov stabbed the man next to him who looked almost forty with his elbow, and he said with a smirk:
"It will scare our young Seeker for a while, Viktor, he is a chicken, and he doesn't understand anything."
Viktor Krum, although he appeared to be the oldest of the seven team members, was actually the youngest...just turned seventeen.
But Krum didn't care about the jokes of his teammates, but looked at the sky with frowning, extruding deep forehead lines.
"Victor, what are you looking at?" Zoglav asked.
"Someone's flying in the sky," Krum said.
Everyone raised their heads 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, and then there was an uproar. Volkov exclaimed with a full face:
"He can fly in the sky without a broomstick, who is that person?!"
Krum, with the best eyesight, stared at the figure closely, and said in a deep voice, "Rolf Scamander."
Everyone else is familiar with this name, not to mention that Scamander won two Medals of the Order of Merlin and saved the floating dragon boat...
Just come to England for a month, at least 20 days, and you can see his news in the newspaper, no one will not know him! !
"What is Scamander going to do?" Volkov wondered, "Is this also an Irish show?"
At this moment, there was a vibration behind him, and Zograf immediately looked away, turned back, and said excitedly:
"It's coming—the Veela show—my favorite Zanjin show!"
The other players turned around one after another, looked into the depths of the player tunnel, and showed smiles that only men could understand.
The mascot of Bulgaria is the beautiful Veela. They just walk by in groups, and they can make people's blood spurt, and they are full of endless energy.
As a member of the Bulgarian national team, being able to see Veela up close is their unique benefit!
Zoghlav even specially numbered the veela, and the most beautiful one was called number eight by him, which was the same as his jersey number.
If the Bulgarian team can win the championship this time, he intends to muster up his courage and go to No. 8 to show his love.
There was a look of longing on Zoghlav's face, but that expression quickly disappeared and became dull.
The veela he had been thinking about did not appear, only a huge monster came out of the passage.
The monster had the head of a woman, but its face was wrinkled, ugly as a crone, and its hair was as stiff as a hedgehog's spines.
Where the arms should have grown, there are dragon-like wings. It also has the body of a vulture and bronze claws, with a curly scorpion tail trailing behind it.
Everyone recognized that it was the mascot of Greece - the Harpy!
The harpies let out a piercing scream, and several Quidditch players backed away in horror. Only Zoggraf was still standing there, looking at the harpies blankly.
"Run!" Krum yelled.
Zoglaf was belatedly trying to escape, but the harpies had already pounced on him, grabbing his head with its sharp bronze claws.
With just a little force from the sharp claws, Zoglav's head was crushed. The scene was like a watermelon that fell hard on the ground.
The batsman Volkov screamed in terror, and the Chasers Ivanova and Dimitrov fell to the ground in terror.
Krum's face was pale, he took out his wand tremblingly, and yelled, "Damn out!"
The Stunning Spell bounced off the Harpy, hitting Volkov in the head, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.
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The harpy looked up, stared wildly at Krum, and charged at him.
Krum's face was pale and panicked. He was afraid that his head would explode, so he immediately changed his posture and lay down on the ground.
The claw missed Krum's head, but it still slashed across the arm and penetrated the ribs. Krum couldn't open his eyes in pain and almost lost consciousness.
The harpy didn't pay attention to the wizard with its claws sticking out, but walked out of the player tunnel and looked towards the sky.
Her powerful dynamic vision quickly caught the flying figure, spread her wings, and flew towards the sky above the stadium at an unimaginable speed.
The audience who were waiting for the veela all saw this frightening scene:
The gigantic harpies, like a hunting eagle slanting at a fast speed, clawed towards... Scamander in mid-air with its sharp claws!
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