After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

"Zoglav! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Next up is -- Krum!"

"It's him, it's him!" shouted Ron, following Krum with the Omnibox he had snatched from the Weasley twins, and Harry quickly turned his own telescope on him.

Lamia was drawn by their actions and unconsciously raised her telescope. Although she could see clearly, it did not interfere.

I have to say, the telescopes Harry bought really came in handy, and Lamia could see more clearly.

Viktor Krum was dark and thin, with grayish-yellow skin, a big hooked nose, and two thick black eyebrows. He looked like a huge eagle.

Lamia even saw the freckles on Krum's face.

"And now, please welcome—the Irish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman shouted. "Out comes—Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! And—and—and—Linsey!"

Seven blurry green figures flew out onto the field. Harry turned a little button on the side of the Omni-scope, slowing the players' movements so that he could see "Firebolt" emblazoned on their broomsticks and their names embroidered in silver thread on their backs.

"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, the beloved President of the International Quidditch Federation, who flew all the way from Egypt!"

A short, lean wizard, dressed in pure gold robes that matched the colors of the stadium, strode onto the field. He was completely bald, but his beard rivaled Uncle Vernon's.

A silver whistle protruded from under his beard, and he held a large wooden box under one arm and his broom under the other.

Mustafa mounted his broom and kicked the box open—and four balls shot up into the air: the bright red Quaffle, two black Bludgers, and the tiny, winged Snitch. Mustafa blew his whistle and followed the balls into the air.

"Ah, he-he-he-they're off!" Bagman screamed. "It's Mallet! Troy! Moran! Dimitrov! Pass it to Mallet! Troy! Levsky! Moran!"

……

The game was in full swing, but Lamia had no interest in it. She really didn't like Quidditch, especially flying around in the sky. Lamia would be exhausted to death if she thought about flying in the sky for so long.

At this moment, Lamia felt someone touching her neck. It was a pair of very cold hands, almost the same temperature as her body.

Lamia turned around almost the moment the hand touched her, but she saw nothing. Behind her were only the Quidditch fans shouting wildly, their shouts almost blowing the roof off.

Lamia didn't think that what just happened was just her illusion, and a bad premonition spread in her heart.

Lamia quickly stood up, bent down and walked between the chairs until she reached the exit of the box. She immediately saw Barty Crouch Jr. sneaking around outside.

Lamia quickly turned sideways, hiding herself in the darkness, and watched little Barty's every move.

The black shadow that Lamia saw before was him, but at that time, Lamia did not notice anything wrong with him.

Just when Lamia was motionless, someone suddenly patted her from behind.

"Lamia!"

Lamia quickly turned around, covered Draco's mouth, pressed him into her arms, and continued to stare at little Barty's actions.

But little Barty stopped moving. He faced the sky, his eyes full of madness, and looked even more excited than those fans. He didn't even hear Draco's voice, or perhaps the wizard inside was shouting too loudly.

"Um...Lamia."

Draco's face flushed crimson, and he squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to look at the scene before him.

Lamia now realized what she had done. It was because she was too nervous just now. She quickly let go of Draco and pushed him behind her.

But after this series of actions, when Lamia looked back, she couldn't even see the shadow of little Barty.

Lamia thought to herself that something was wrong and hurried back to the box. There was still a lot of noise inside, but no one was sitting in Barty Crouch's seat.

Lamia walked up to Mr. Weasley, who was still waving. She quickly recounted the story, focusing on Barty Crouch. Mr. Weasley's pupils suddenly shrank. Like Lamia, he first looked at Barty Crouch's seat, where a wizard in a black robe had sat down.

"Don't be like this, Lamia, nothing happened, you must have seen it wrong." Mr. Weasley kept repeating, as if to comfort himself.

But his voice gradually faded as Lamia repeated the scene.

At this time, a more violent noise was heard outside. The game in the stadium had just ended, but the noise completely drowned out the cheers of the wizards.

Mr. Weasley finally realized.

"Get up! Ron - Harry - kids, hurry up, get up, it's an emergency!"

Harry sat up suddenly, looked back, and noticed Mr. Weasley's serious gaze.

"Wha-what?" he asked.

He vaguely felt that something was wrong. It was too noisy outside. He heard screams and people running in panic.

While Harry was busy picking up the telescope that had fallen on the ground, Mr. Weasley grabbed him by the back of his collar and carried Ron out together. As for the others, they had already run out with Lamia.

Harry didn't come to his senses until he stood on the ground. He thought it was a competition, but the result suddenly changed.

By the light of the few fires that were still burning, Harry saw people running towards the woods, as if fleeing from something that was moving towards them across the camp.

The thing flashed strangely and made noises like gunshots. Loud sneers, wild laughter, and drunken shouts moved towards them. Then, a strong flash of green light illuminated everything around them.

A group of wizards huddled together, each with their wand pointed upward, and moved forward together, slowly moving across the field.