After stabbing my ex-boyfriend, I went traveling

Harry smiled politely, "Nice to meet you all, too, Mr. Weasley."

"Oh, dear, how have you been lately?" Mrs. Weasley looked loving.

Harry always felt that the way she looked at him was like a mother hen looking at her chicks.

"Thank you for your concern. I'm doing fine, Mrs. Weasley." Harry smiled a little more sincerely than before.

As a man who lost his mother at an early age, it must be hard for him not to be moved by such maternal love.

"Harry! Did they force you to...ah!" Before Ginny could finish her words, Ron covered her mouth and took her away.

As the youngest child of the Weasley family, Ginny was the one who could least understand and accept Harry's growing distance from the Weasley family.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley can only regret countless times now. Why did they instill in Ginny how great Harry Potter was when she was just able to understand what was said, so that now she has become Harry's "addictive fan"!

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were very upset.

But what can you do with your own children? At most you can give them a few words of advice, but you can't bear to spank them.

I just hope Ginny can think things through slowly on her own and not wish for a fate that doesn't belong to her.

……

Yang Mei and her group walked up the stairs and finally reached their box.

This box is very spacious, and the sofa inside is visibly soft and comfortable.

The wall facing the stadium below does not exist, there is only a half-person-high fence to prevent people in the box from falling down.

Looking down from here, you can have a panoramic view of the entire stadium.

There is a circle of lights installed around the venue. I don’t know if the contestants will be dazzled, but it’s OK as long as the audience can see clearly.

Harry and Draco had already leaned over the railing and were looking out excitedly.

"It's the Irish team, and that's Troy!" Draco said, pointing at the team that entered the field first in a cool manner.

Harry liked Quidditch, but he definitely couldn't know everything about it like Draco, so he listened with great interest.

There were roars of praise from all quarters of the auditorium: "Ireland! Ireland! Ireland!"

"The Bulgarian team is here! Great!"

The players in red jerseys shot onto the field like rockets, just in time to destroy the colorful pattern that the Irish team had created in the air with fireworks not long ago.

One of the contestants from the Bulgarian team steered the broom smoothly through the air and performed a difficult move at the same time, which caused screams from the audience.

"Wow, who is this person?" Yang Mei asked while sitting a few steps away from Draco and Harry.

"That's the best seeker in the world - Viktor Krum." Draco introduced him enthusiastically.

The magic screen in the venue also clearly displayed Krum in mid-air at the right time.

You can tell this guy is a star player.

All the players on the Bulgarian and Irish teams combined do not have as high a voice as him alone.

Yang Mei looked up and saw the Seeker, who was wearing a red jersey and even painted his broom red. He had a shaved head, grayish yellow skin, thick black eyebrows, and a big hooked nose. He was sturdy and looked like a vigorous eagle.

I heard that Durmstrang trains students just like it trains soldiers, and it seems to be true.

"Good evening, everyone! As the Minister of Magic, I am honored to be here and welcome you all! Welcome everyone to watch the 422nd World Cup of Magic Final!" Fudge said to the audience while standing at the railing of his box.

Under the effect of magic, his voice can be clearly transmitted to every corner of the stadium.

However, many people could hear a slight but noticeable tremor in his voice.

what's wrong?

Could it be that the minister is old and has some diseases that are unavoidable for the elderly?

"Now I would like to solemnly introduce the guest of this competition - Mr. Barty Crouch, Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation!"

The person he wanted to introduce naturally sat in the same box with him.

The venue is so large that even if people stand by the railings, they still can’t see clearly.

So every time Fudge introduced someone, a high-definition image of that person would appear on the magic screen outside.

The audience applauded very considerately.

"…Mr Ludo Bagman, former batsman for the Wimbourne Wasps and Head of the Department of Magical Sports and Games!"

"Mr. Lucius Malfoy, the biggest investor in this competition!"

"And, and," Fudge suddenly began to stutter, taking advantage of the fact that no one else could see, sweat was now pouring down his forehead.

Thousands of spectators in the stadium are looking at him, so he has to say it even if his words are hot to the mouth!

"And the important guest of this competition, Mr. Morsus Slytherin!"

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The audience cannot immediately identify Morsus Slytherin with Voldemort.

But this does not mean that they don't know the value of the Slytherin name.

"Slytherin?!"

"Didn't they say there are no more people of Slytherin blood?"

"I don't know. As far as I know, the mysterious man is the last one. But isn't the mysterious man already... dead?"

"Could it be that he is not dead at all?!"

"!! You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

However, the person who appeared on the magic screen was extremely handsome, with a tall and slender figure, and blood-red snake eyes that were so eerie that people dared not look directly at him.

This... looks rather evil.

In other words, not quite a good guy.

"Ahem! Now I declare that the competition officially begins!" When things developed to this point, Fudge found himself that he could no longer control it.

Anyway, he has said everything he needs to say, so it is not his concern what others think.

Draco next door had his mouth wide open in surprise.

He turned his head and looked at Yang Mei: "Just announced it so simply and crudely?"

Yang Mei shrugged: "He probably thinks there's no need to do anything fancy, right? To be honest, I also think it's unnecessary.

And now people are surprised because of his last name, and this is just the beginning.”

Draco nodded, not quite understanding.

Harry was now a man with a quick mind. He asked Draco in a low voice, "Is this Slytherin Voldemort?"

Draco looked at him unexpectedly. He felt a little uncomfortable: "You guessed it..."

The emotions in Harry's eyes churned for a few times, and then all of them were restrained: "Look outside, the game has already started."

……

The final was very intense.

Bulgaria's Viktor Krum caught the Golden Snitch, but despite this Bulgaria still finished ten points behind Ireland.

Therefore, the Irish team won the Quidditch World Cup.

Although the game is over, everyone is still discussing it enthusiastically.

Especially since most people placed bets before the game, betting that the team they supported would be the World Cup champion.

Now that the results of the competition are out, some are happy while others are worried.

Awards will be given out after the game.

After winning all the way to the World Cup, in addition to the prize money, the champion must be awarded a large solid gold trophy.

There is also the Bulgarian team. Although they did not win the championship, they were also the runner-up and they should get the rewards they deserve.

Award presenter: Morsus Slytherin.

The corner of Yang Mei's mouth twitched slightly. This was exactly expected.

Morsus' voice was clear and powerful. When he spoke to him, the entire huge stadium was silent.

He looked at the two teams standing at a distance from each other, a look of satisfaction on his face.

He also watched the previous match carefully, not because he was interested in Quidditch, but because he wanted to recruit some fresh blood for the Death Eaters.

"Young, strong, talented, and hardworking." Morsos stood in front of the two teams and spoke slowly, "I wonder if you are interested in joining my team? Don't worry, the treatment is definitely much better than being a professional Quidditch player."

The players of both teams were stunned. Were they being poached?

"Your, team?" Krum asked in broken English.

Morsus raised the corner of his lips and raised his hand, pointing it into the air like a magic wand.

A dark green ball of light flew out from the tip of the staff at a high speed, outlining a spooky pattern in the sky.

The Death Eaters' symbol is a skull with a poisonous snake coming out of its mouth.

Yang Mei closed her eyes tightly.

What is a loophole? This is a loophole.

Under his subtle influence, the overall demeanor of the Death Eaters has become more solemn, and they have changed into uniform robes and masks.

There is a strict hierarchy within the Death Eaters, with different ranks having different robes and masks.

All Death Eaters, regardless of their abilities, at least cannot have a sloppy image.

So even Bella, who had a thorny hair, was ordered by Morsos to take care of her long curly hair.

The one who has changed the most has to be the leader of the Death Eaters, Morsus Slytherin.

He changed his blood, his appearance, his name, and his "brain".

So many changes have been made, but they actually forgot to change the Death Eaters' logo and totem.

A skull with poisonous snakes spewing from its mouth.

What is this? What is this?

Yang Mei refused to look up at the sky again.

This was the first time Morsus launched the Dark Mark after fusing his soul and reshaping his body.

To be honest, he was embarrassed for a moment after seeing it, but he didn't show it on his face at all.

Morsus could already imagine how his little lover was complaining about the Dark Mark.

"Death Eater, this is the mark of a Death Eater!"

"Then isn't he... the mysterious man?!"

"It's the mysterious man, the mysterious man is resurrected!"

"..."

Morsus looked at the tall and strong young men in front of him and said, "How about it? Do you want to work under me?"

The players of the Bulgarian and Irish teams were already sweating profusely at this point.

So the man who poached them was the legendary dead Dark Lord of Britain? !

If they refused the other party's recruitment, would they be killed on the spot?

Morsus's eyes swept across the faces of several people one by one, and he chuckled: "Don't be nervous, I will give you some time to think about it. I won't kill you if you don't agree with me."

Opposing player: Really? I don't believe it.

Morsus didn't care whether they believed it or not. He had already extended the olive branch, and it was up to them to accept it or not.

The Death Eaters are not a den of bandits and they won't force anyone to join.

He waved his wand and sent two different trophies to the two teams.

Then he turned his back to the players and faced the towering curved auditorium.

"I am Morsus Slytherin, the leader of the Death Eaters." Morsus's deep and magnetic voice resounded in everyone's ears. "Perhaps you are more familiar with my past name - Voldemort."

He raised his wand and slid it quickly in the air a few times. The clear words "Lord Voldemort" hovered steadily in the air, looking even more conspicuous than the Dark Mark.

After two seconds of silence, an uproar broke out in the audience.

How could this be? Wasn't the Dark Lord defeated by the Savior more than a decade ago?

How come you're alive again now?

And what did he want to do? Would he kill everyone present?

"Everyone, so many years have passed, why are you still making such a fuss? I thought you should have understood long ago that a newborn baby cannot defeat the Dark Lord." Morsus said calmly.

Ha·BabyBenying·Lee: ...Well, that's true.

……

Morsus, formerly the Dark Lord Voldemort, appeared at the Quidditch World Cup final.

On the night of the final, this news spread like wildfire and entered thousands of households.

Although no one died because of the Dark Lord in the finals, no one thought that the Dark Lord had turned over a new leaf.

The cruel and bloodthirsty image of the Dark Lord more than a decade ago is still deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

Yang Mei didn't know what others were thinking, as he was now being rolled up by the thick black and gold snake's tail.

Yang Mei: “…” I’ve actually gotten used to it.

"I've told you so many times, don't wrap yourself around me so tightly!" Yang Mei slapped the snake's tail that was wrapped around him.

"Oh." Morsus relaxed his snake tail a little.

"Phil, you didn't come with me today." Morsus started to act pitiful again. He had become more and more proficient in this business.

"Are you a child who hasn't been weaned yet? Even if you are, I'm not your mother and I don't have milk to give you." Yang Mei rolled her eyes elegantly.

Morsus: "..." My little love seems to be playing the game of replying to my message as if it has been read.

The sturdy bed made of high-quality wood suddenly made a teeth-grinding creaking sound.

Being tossed alternately by waves and snake tails.

"Don't! Let go...are you fucking sick?"

"Phil, I have to test whether I have milk to drink." The man's voice was full of laughter.

"Hiss! Morsus Slytherin! Are you born in the year of the dog?! Get down quickly...ah! Let go!"