Chapter 145: Bone Reproduction

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please warmly welcome-the Bulgarian National Quidditch team! Let me introduce you-Dimi Trof!"
A red-dressed figure riding on a flying broomstick flew into the arena from an entrance below. He flew too fast and could hardly see. He won the enthusiastic applause of Bulgaria's supporters.
"Ivanova!"
The second figure, wearing a bright red robe, flew out staggeringly.
"Zograf! Levsky! Vokanov! Volkov! Next is Krum!"
"It's him, it's him!" Ron shouted, following Krum with his panoramic telescope. Harry hurriedly aimed his telescope at him.
Victor Krum was black and skinny, with grayish-yellow skin, a large eagle-hook nose, and two thick black and black eyebrows, looking like a huge eagle. It's hard to believe that he is only eighteen years old.
"Now, welcome-the Irish National Quidditch team!" Bagman yelled loudly, "The appearance is-Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallet! Moran! Quigley ! And-Lin Qi! "
Seven fuzzy green figures flew towards the arena. Harry turned a small button on the side of the panoramic telescope to slow down the movements of the players, and saw that their flying brooms had "fire crossbow arrows" printed on them and saw Their names were rusted with silver threads on their backs.
"And our referee today, Hassan Mustafa, chairman of the widely-supported International Quidditch Federation, who flew from Egypt thousands of miles!"
It was a small, lean wizard, wearing a pure gold robe that matched the color of the stadium, and strode toward the stadium.
His head was bald, but his beard was comparable to Hagrid. I saw a silver whistle sticking out from under his beard.
He had a large wooden box under one arm and his flying broom under the other arm.
Harry turned the panoramic telescope back to normal speed, watched Mustafa step on his flying broomstick, kicked the wooden box with one foot—four slammed into the air at once: bright red ghost balls, two There was only a black swimming ball, and the small, winged golden flying thief.
Harry only glanced at it, and it flew without a trace.
Musta whistled and followed those into the air ...
"Wait, what's that!" Harry suddenly discovered that something seemed to be flying over the sky in the distance. "Look, what's that?"
Although everyone is focusing on the playing field, as the flying things get closer and closer, it is difficult for them to think of not paying attention.
"... Why Buck Buck ... Oh my God! It's Maca!" Hermione screamed in surprise.
"Quiditch ... I actually like it, too," said Maca, who was riding Buckback, calmly. "It's a very relaxing sport."
As he was speaking, he suddenly shouted, "Follow all! We should say hello to these friends from all over the world!"
After speaking, Maca stood up and jumped into the air on Buckback's back. He waved his magic wand in his right hand, and a broom rushed quickly under him.
When he patted on Buckback, the clever hawk turned his body immediately, and flew away from the scene before the Ministry of Magic had time to respond.
Maca took the lead and rushed into the World Cup with a broom.
In Bulgaria and Ireland, the players were caught off guard. Maca drove his flying broom to fly around like a butterfly, crossing several arcs in mid-air.
Among those Quidditch players affiliated with the national teams of both countries, he brazenly exposed his flying skills, drawing the attention of all spectators to himself.
The referee Musta blew his silver whistle vigorously, and the Ministry of Order maintenance staff was hurriedly closing together, but Maca suddenly turned over and emptied, and the sudden high speed blew his robe on the hunt ring.
When he pulled up to a very high position, the rapid slowdown that shocked the professional players. I saw him make another turn, and his right hand made a sudden copy ...
"... Flyer! Golden fly!"
In the original quiet audience, I don't know who suddenly shouted such a sentence, and the audience was boiling.
Although the sudden shock made everyone inexplicable, but Macanana's series of flying movements like clouds, but let these avid Quidditch fans care nothing.
"Otherwise, wizards are always paranoid and unreasonable ..." Maka murmured, then suddenly shook her head. "Isn't that even me myself?"
He reached out his wand and pointed his throat slightly.
"Voice!"
"Dear wizard friends from all over the world, good evening everyone!" Maca's voice burst into the arena and rang through the entire venue. "I believe this is sudden, but the game is over!
He raised the golden robber in Yang's hand, and then said, "Of course, today ..."
Although the audience in the stands was curious to hear what he said, the people in the Ministry of Magic obviously did not remain indifferent to this.
For a while, many people had been riding around with spare brooms.
But the former Death Eaters that he brought out from Azkaban were naturally not vegetarian, and their madness was far from being comparable to Lucius' patronage with Mingzhe.
When Bellatrix's wand gave off a tragic green light, the audience finally stirred up, but the Ministry of People did not dare to act lightly.
With a wand, Maca pulled the Ministry employee targeted by Bellatrix a few feet away, and Avadasso's spell fell through.
"What do you do!" Bellatrix screamed furiously.
"Shut up," Maca said coldly. "Stay honestly behind, don't move around casually."
"You--" "Oh!"
An invisible edge edged past Bellatrix's ears, and her tangled long hair was cut off almost half-this control force her to close her mouth immediately.
"This wand's crosshead is a bit ... it almost cut her head." Maca retracted her wand and turned away, tearing the corner of her mouth secretly.
"It was just an accident just now, and I promise that no one will lose his life today," Maca continued, "presumably everyone is not quite sure who I am, so I will introduce myself here- "
"I'm Marka McLean, a student at Hogwarts-well, or, once it was right. But now, I officially announced my departure from Hogwarts School of Magic ... because of that Place, chill me! "
"When I was framed as a murderer, Hogwarts did not stand up for me; when I was sent to Azkaban by the British Ministry of Magic, Hogwarts did not stand up for me; when I When I was alone and trembling tremblingly in the Dementor, Hogwarts still didn't stand up for me when I was puzzled and silently burdened with unnecessary charges! "
The original rioting auditorium gradually quieted down in the sad remarks of Maca. Many people are aware of the huge amount of information hidden in it.
"Yes, everyone should be very interested-how did I get framed as a murderer?" Maca squeezed a smile. "I believe everyone should still remember that Sirius Black, who is still at large?"
"But unfortunately, he is not a criminal, he is also framed!"
Sirius's situation is too special. His jailbreak was once buzzing. But now, some people say that he is innocent and framed?
What happened here?
"Catch him! Catch them! They are the fugitives of Azkaban! Azkaban has escaped again!"
Suddenly, the magic minister Fudge, who was standing in the highest stand, shouted aloud, and his tone was deformed by nervousness and fear.
Marka turned and looked, and he could see that Harry, Ron, and Hermione, as well as some other acquaintances, were looking at him in amazement, his eyes flashing with incredible light.
Maca struggled to smile at them, then looked coldly at Fudge. The people in the Ministry of Magic, rushing to Maca's side, heard the minister's order.
Maca cooperated with the Death Eaters to fight back and suppress. Under the powerful curse of Maca, the Ministry of Magic originally stabilized in a more-to-less situation.
But the staff of the Ministry of Magic is still increasing, many people are coming from a distance, and the situation now seems to collapse soon.
However, he saw that Maca's wand fluttered sharply, his eyes stared straight ahead, and a huge skull ghost appeared suddenly from the tip of his wand, rushing straight towards the Ministry of Magic's formation with a roar of deterring soul. in.
Immediately after that, there was a dumpling-like fall-most of them had already been hit directly on the soul, and they were lost in silence.
"Secretary Fudge ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Do you still want to use violence to cover up the truth? Are you so worried that you lost the seat of the British Ministry of Magic?"
"You bullshit! I--"
Fudge's words were interrupted by Maca.
"Dear audience friends, I repeat once again-today, no one will lose his life! And I just want to expose it all! I want everyone to know, let everyone remember, and let everyone be vigilant ! "
"... Because, no one is sure, will the next scapegoat be you!"
As soon as Maca's voice didn't fall, several light groups outside the stadium rose up into the sky, exploded in the air, and turned into aquamarine skulls with snake heads.
"... It's finally started." Maca looked at the dark demon's marks calmly, her eyes flashing with faint light.