Harry Potter and Master of Magic

On August 10th, Zhang Hao's Fuling Elixir was successfully refined, which meant that Ritian Pharmacy had another treasure of its own.

Of course, he still wouldn't put Felicia in the store - just a model in the store would be enough.

These things are arranged by Penello, so he doesn't have to worry about it himself.

Just as he was about to take a good rest for a while, he heard Penello say that the Quidditch World Cup was about to start.

"Boss, you have been busy for most of the holiday, are you going to the World Cup to relax?" Penello kindly reminded: "This is a world-class event, maybe you will like it?"

She knew that Zhang Hao didn't like Quidditch, but it was a world-class event after all, so it would definitely be beneficial to participate.

Zhang Hao thought about it, and felt that he really wanted to go to the World Cup.

Not for Quidditch, but for some rats that might surface.

In the original book, Barty Crouch Jr. took the opportunity to escape at the Quidditch World Cup, and he also took advantage of the chaos to place a Dark Mark.

This kid is a scourge, and it would be best if he could solve it in advance.

In addition, if the tragedy in Albania was done by Voldemort, maybe he himself will show up in the World Cup.

All in all, a lot could really be happening at the Quidditch World Cup this time around.

With Zhang Hao's character, he is absolutely unwilling to take the challenge passively.

If he can take the initiative to eliminate the threat, he doesn't mind doing it early.

It is impossible to be a salted fish in troubled times. Only by making the world peaceful can we live a high-quality salted fish life!

Thinking of this, Zhang Hao said with a smile: "Then buy a few tickets! Then I will give you a few days off, let's go and have fun together."

Penello was very happy when he heard this, and quickly ensured that he would buy the tickets, and even slapped a few hard-ups.

After a few days, they followed the path provided by the organizer to the competition area.

At this time the World Cup has not yet started, but people's enthusiasm has been ignited.

Almost everyone is talking about which team is the best. It can be seen that Quidditch is still the mainstream sport in the magic world.

Zhang Hao saw this scene in his eyes, and secretly calculated how long it would take to develop LOL to this level.

Only by developing LOL to be as popular as Quidditch can he get a lot of returns from his investment.

"Hao! We are here! Come here!"

A burst of shouts interrupted Zhang Hao's thoughts. He looked up, but saw Hermione and others standing in front of a tent waiting for him.

The Weasleys were almost all there, and they all had smiles on their faces.

"It's really early for you guys," Zhang Hao walked closer and greeted with a smile, "How is your holiday? Mr. Weasley looks really good... Mrs. looks good too... Mr. Charlie... Bill Sir...how are you all?"

They enthusiastically pulled Zhang Hao closer to the tent, and they really had nothing to say to their friend's family.

"Mr. Zhang Hao, thank you for taking care of the children in the past year." Mr. Weasley said happily: "I heard from Harry that you often teach them magic - you also took them to create a new sport ? This is really great!"

Mrs. Molly also smiled and said, "I often hear Ginny mentioning you. She seems to admire you very much. What a good boy!"

Ginny's face was flushed, she lowered her head, maybe she took a peek at Zhang Hao.

Zhang Hao said helplessly: "Sir! Ma'am! I think you are a little too enthusiastic, which really makes me uncomfortable!"

"Oh? Really?" Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other and said with a smile: "Please forgive us, we haven't seen each other for a long time! Okay! Then we won't be polite, and you shouldn't be too polite, okay? Think What would you like to drink?"

"Don't be busy, just give me a cup of tea." Zhang Hao said casually: "Don't put sugar, thank you!"

"Okay, I understand!" Mrs. Molly pressed Zhang Hao on the sofa, clapped her hands and said, "You sit here, I'll be here soon."

Mr. Weasley shrugged at Zhang Hao: "Molly seems very happy, she didn't fall asleep all night after knowing Ron's test results.

When Harry told us that you give the children extra lessons, she was even more happy from ear to ear. Let me tell you secretly, she has been thinking about you for a long time, and even knit you a very beautiful sweater, you must accept it. "

Zhang Hao said politely: "That's really great. It's been a long time since no one has knit a sweater for me."

All the handmade sweaters he owns are made by strangers—there's no warmth in them.

Ron was a little unconvinced, and whispered: "I'm also studying hard, why haven't I seen her treat me so well?"

Mrs. Molly happened to pass by, she knocked on Ron's forehead, and said angrily: "Without Mr. Zhang Hao's help, no matter how hard you try, what can you do? Little boy! Remember, you must take Mr. Zhang Hao as your leader." A role model, if you can’t surpass him, you have to work hard! Do you understand?”

"Oh! Mom, can you not make such an excessive request?" Ron broke out, and he said sadly: "Let me try to chase a monster, I'm afraid I will die of exhaustion before I catch up with him! Are you sure you don't Is this my own son? Mom?"

He looked so ridiculous that everyone couldn't help laughing.

"How can you say that Mr. Zhang Hao is a monster? It's really rude!" Mrs. Molly said with her waist in her arms: "Who wants you to be exhausted? It doesn't matter if you can't catch up, as long as you work hard. Harry, you can't It's not a good habit to make excuses like Ron."

Ron had no love in his life. He stared at Zhang Hao and said, "I think you are her real son. I really don't know how I got here!"

"I guess you must have been drawn by a lottery," Zhang Hao joked, "Do you think it's possible?"

Everyone laughed, it was the first time they had heard such a joke.

Mr. Weasley said openly: "I don't remember when I drew a lottery, Molly...do you remember?"

Mrs. Molly shook her head and said, "No! The only time our family won a lottery was last year, have you forgotten?"

Zhang Hao pondered for a moment, then tentatively asked: "Is it buy one get one free?"

"I'm fighting with you!"

Ron rushed forward angrily. He felt that if Zhang Hao continued to speak, he might become a child dug out of the ground.

"Ron, calm down!" Zhang Hao said hastily, "You didn't give it away, you dug it out from the ground, isn't that okay?"

Ron said in a broken voice: "Draw your sword! Today you will die!"

Everyone laughed from ear to ear, they didn't expect Zhang Hao to have such a funny side.

After all this playfulness, everyone got a lot closer.

They are not as polite to each other as before, and have become a bit like a family.

In the evening, they entered the arena together.

Unfortunately, they ran into the Malfoys while looking for a seat.

Mr. Weasley and old Malfoy were naturally at odds, and the atmosphere changed after a few words.

Draco and Ron looked embarrassed, feeling extremely helpless.

Zhang Hao took a step forward and greeted: "We are all acquaintances, so there's no need to fight with each other as soon as we meet, right? Why don't we enter the arena together? Isn't it unreasonable to be stuck here?"

Mr. Weasley glanced at Zhang Hao, and said cheerfully: "Oh! You're right, let's go in quickly! Today is a good day, and we can't let other things affect our mood."

Old Malfoy was silent and hummed softly.

The two parties parted ways and each stepped into their own boxes.

Zhang Hao didn't go with them, but went into the box that had been reserved earlier with Penello and the vampire sisters.

He originally wanted to bring Lilith here, but the beautiful witch is not interested in Quidditch or joining in the fun—she would rather read Mary Sue's novels for a day than exchange a word with others.

Her family's man is clearly the protagonist in Mary Su's novel, but she just can't see it.

The game started, and Penelope and the vampire sisters screamed until the end of the game.

Zhang Hao felt that his eardrums were about to burst!

He could have acted like a master or boss and ordered them not to scream.

But he felt that since he came out to play, he should let it go and play like this.

I can't bear a little bit of torture, so what's the big deal?

Penello and the vampire sisters also seemed to realize that they were crazy, and they were embarrassed to sneak a glance at Zhang Hao.

Monica stuck out her tongue and said, "I'm sorry master! Did we disturb you?"

"It's okay!" Zhang Hao grinned and said, "At least I didn't quarrel your master to death!"

When he said this, the vampire sisters suddenly panicked.

Penello tentatively said: "Boss, you shouldn't be really angry, right? The boss in my impression is not so stingy!"

This girl, even playing tricks?

Zhang Hao glanced at Penello with a half-smile, and said with satisfaction: "You little flatterer did a good job, keep working hard in the future."

Penelope was speechless, how could there be such a leader? He actually encouraged his subordinates to flatter him? What a downfall!

They left while talking, and soon returned to their camp.

The World Cup lasts for many days, and it is impossible not to have your own camp.

The first day passed so peacefully...

But on the second night, after the game, people were dropping by, when suddenly a magic ray rushed into the sky in the distance.

When the magic ray reached the highest point, it suddenly exploded and turned into a huge skull.

From the mouth of the skull, a giant snake spit out a letter...

The whole pattern is green—the same color as the Kedavra!

This is a terrible mark!

Fourteen years ago, this mark was terrifying!

Even now, many people panic after seeing the sign.

"The Dark Mark?" Penello said nervously, "Master, is that person back?"

Zhang Hao remained silent, closed his eyes and felt silently.

After a long time, he sighed regretfully: "Voldemort is really disappointing, he didn't show up."

Judging from his tone, it seemed that he was looking forward to Voldemort's appearance.

Penello breathed a sigh of relief, she is not ready to face Voldemort yet!

Zhang Hao drew out his wand, waved it and pointed it at the sky.

A huge silver-white divine beast soared into the sky, swallowing the Dark Mark in one gulp.

This is Zhang Hao's patron saint - a mighty unicorn beast, it is so big that it can block the sky.

The Dark Mark is big enough, but the mouth of the Qilin Divine Beast is bigger than the Dark Mark.

Throughout the Quidditch World Cup, everyone was stunned.

"My God! What's this? It's huge!" - Not everyone knows the Patronus Charm.

"This seems to be a patron saint, but who can conjure such a big patron saint? How powerful is this magic power?"

"It's scary! What kind of animal is this? How can there be such a patron saint?"

People are justifiably shocked!

On the one hand, few people have seen such a huge guardian beast, on the other hand, the Dark Mark represents Voldemort.

Using the guardian beast to devour the Dark Mark, isn't this the same as actively provoking Voldemort?

Everyone looked at each other, wanting to see who was so bold as to dare to provoke Voldemort?

oh! Voldemort hasn't been resurrected yet! But those who dare to do so are still very admirable!

Of course, not everyone is so confused.

At the door of the Weasleys' tent, Hermione said in surprise: "This is Hao's guardian beast! He never told us that his guardian beast would be so huge."

Mrs. Molly said in surprise: "You mean, this is Mr. Zhang Hao's guardian spirit beast? It's incredible! It's also the first time I've seen such a big guardian spirit beast—if I want to summon such a guardian spirit charm, more than As long as the magic is strong."

"Mom, what do you mean?" Ron said unwillingly, "Could it be that that guy has something we don't know about?"

"Of course, this classmate of yours is really unfathomable!" Mr. Weasley said with emotion: "To summon such a powerful patron saint, one must have extremely strong faith! From this patron saint, we can see Come on, your classmate is a good man—there is no more decent wizard in the world!"

Ron felt like he was going to throw up, most decent wizard? Just him?

"Where's Harry?" Ginny exclaimed, "Harry hasn't come back yet!"

"Oh! Oops!" Hermione scratched her hair and said, "We got separated, and I don't know if he's okay!"

Mr. Weasley said solemnly: "Molly, take care of the children, I'll go find Harry...I hope he's safe and sound!"

...

On the other side, old Malfoy was also stunned.

Because his son - Draco Malfoy also told him that this is Zhang Hao's guardian animal.

"A fourteen-year-old boy can summon such a powerful guardian beast?"

Old Malfoy secretly calculated in his heart, he felt that it was time for the Malfoy family to switch tanks!

Voldemort's chariot was old and worn out, and it didn't see any future in sight - as it had been in Voldemort's prime.

Old Malfoy had long discovered that Voldemort was a selfish person, and cooperating with such an overlord would only end up being a fish on a sticky board.

If you want to get benefits, it depends on the mood of the Dark Lord.

Every time he thinks about this, old Malfoy feels that his future is bleak.

But who has already made a choice?

oh! He didn't even have a chance to choose. With his strength, he could only die if he didn't surrender.

"Perhaps, it's time to change the backer!"

...

At the highest point of the Quidditch pitch, Zhang Hao sat lazily on a pillar.

He looked down at the audience and saw that the commotion had completely stopped.

But Voldemort's people remained silent, as if they couldn't see his provocation.

He lazily said: "It's really boring! It seems that Voldemort is not ready yet, he may be holding back somewhere!"

Penello beside him whispered, "Are you ready? Are you sure of winning?"

"Must win?" Zhang Hao shook his head and said, "How can there be a battle that must be won in this world?"

He was silent for a moment, then regretfully said: "Forget it! Since you won't come out, let's start school and play slowly! I don't believe it, you are more tolerant than me!"

Penello knew in his heart that this "you" did not refer to himself, but Voldemort...