The red light was right in the heart.

Harry's face was filled with disbelief. He couldn't imagine how he could be attacked by Cassandra. Aren't they in the same group? Aren't they partners who can trust each other?

He really didn't know anything about Cassandra, but what prompted Harry to believe in her was the common mark on their arms!

But he was betrayed! He wanted to ask Cassandra why she did this, but he was already unconscious and fell backwards.

Cassandra gave Harry a cold look, then walked up to the knocked down Rabastan. This Death Eater who was disguised as someone else had a dazed look in his eyes, and he stared with his eyes open and closed, spitting blood foam like a fish out of water and lacking oxygen.

More than a thousand people on the Quidditch field were watching this scene. No one dared to speak. Many people had covered their eyes in fear. McGonagall seemed like she was crazy.

"How dare she kill someone?!" Hermione screamed.

They were too well protected by Hogwarts and had never thought about how cruel this world was. She found it difficult to accept what Cassandra had done.

"How dare he?!"

"Harry Potter and that woman killed the champions of Beauxbatons together! They are mad!"

"The game must be stopped!"

“…”

The stand where the referees and senior officials from the Ministries of Magic of various countries sat was already in a mess. Cornelius Fudge was sweating all over. He couldn't imagine how this matter would develop further.

It might just lead to a diplomatic breakdown between the British and French Ministries of Magic!

Although the championship itself is very dangerous and there have been many casualties in history, there has never been a time when a warrior took the initiative to kill another warrior!

Harry and Cassandra seemed to be caught in the center of a storm at this moment! "Stop the game right now!" Scrimgeour passed Fudge, who was still in a panic, and shouted seriously to the referees, of course, mainly to Babajid.

His hair, like wet seaweed, stuck to his eyes, and his gaze subconsciously turned to Barty Crouch Jr., but to his surprise, "Ms. Maxime", who should have been the angriest, was sitting silently in her referee's seat, and no thought could be seen on her huge face.

"Once the competition begins, it cannot be stopped." Babajide said with some difficulty.

Cassandra's behavior was indeed bad, but if the game was ended like this, the other warriors would be punished according to the rules.

"Then Harry Potter and Cassandra Walter are disqualified from the competition," someone said.

Mag immediately felt incredibly angry.

"This has nothing to do with Potter!"

Her thin body was trembling, but her eyes were as fierce as an old lion.

"Everyone can see that Harry Potter and that woman murdered the Beauxbatons warrior. This is a premeditated murder, gentlemen!" The wizard who spoke looked at everyone excitedly. He was a member of the International Confederation of Wizards and happened to be a graduate of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Seeing the warrior of his school being murdered at this moment, he was naturally very emotional.

"As for me," Fudge began in a halting and timid voice, "this has nothing to do with Harry. You see, the murderer also attacked Harry. He was deceived ..."

There was only one thing on Fudge's mind, and that was to pass the buck immediately.

After all, Harry Potter represents Hogwarts and the British wizarding community, and he must not be allowed to become an accomplice.

Scrimgeour finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing what he said. When he first heard Fudge speak, he was worried that this idiot would do something bad, but fortunately, Fudge got what he wanted by accident.

The official from the International Confederation of Wizards who brought up the matter did not have much objection to Fudge's explanation. They could see clearly what Harry and Cassandra did do, and in the end Cassandra did attack Harry Potter, which was enough to exonerate Harry.

"Then disqualify Ilvermorny!" He looked at the referee's seat angrily.

Babajide was already looking troubled.

"I think we need to discuss this..."

"Perhaps we can suspend the competition and rescue the Beauxbatons warrior?" Seeing that Harry was cleared of suspicion, Mag was relieved, and then she began to worry about the Beauxbatons warrior. "I think he can be rescued a little longer?"

This is a sound suggestion.

However, at this moment, Cassandra in the picture seemed to have noticed something, raised her head and looked at the magic drone, revealing a stunning smile.

Then, she pointed her wand at Rabastan, who was only breathing his last breath, and opened her green lips like a venomous snake:

"The flames are blazing!"

In an instant, under the astonished gaze of everyone, Cassandra released flames as if burning a piece of hazardous waste and burned Rabastan to ashes.

Mag felt as if her brain was split open by something.

Umbridge was the first to break the silent and terrified silence of everyone. She screamed in a greasy and piercing voice: "She is a devil, a born bad seed like that Cyrus! How many people still remember that he was a wanted criminal before?!"

No one remembered how to speak, she was the only one chattering.

"It's better to disqualify Ilvermorny right now! Like headmaster, like students! I can't imagine what she will do next! Didn't you see her last glance at the Golden Snitch? This is a provocation! Ilvermorny doesn't take Hogwarts seriously, doesn't take the Ministry of Magic seriously, and doesn't even take the International Confederation of Wizards seriously!"

After saying so many words in one breath, her fat body gasped violently, which made her look more like a toad with a bulging belly.

"It's hard to say whether Cyrus deliberately instructed her to do this."

The severe accusation made Cyrus and Cassandra ignore it. Umbridge saw that the effect was good, and smiled proudly, and continued: "We'd better cancel the Ilvermorny competition-"

She was interrupted before she could finish her words.

A slender and smooth foot in high heels passed through the black lace skirt and kicked Umbridge's chest heavily, knocking Umbridge's fat body to the ground! Bella's anger could no longer be suppressed. Although Cyrus had used ancient magic to eliminate the negative effects of the dark magic and Azkaban on her over the years, making her more elegant, the madness in her bones would not disappear so easily.

At this moment, she put one foot on Umbridge's chest, bent over and glared at this ugly thing, and the bent wand almost pierced Umbridge's eyes!

"What are you doing, Lady Bellatrix?" McGonagall shouted.

At this moment, the other wizards in the stands also subconsciously drew out their wands. They surrounded Bella and pointed their wands at her like guns.

"Put your wand down, Black!" said Scrimgeour forcefully.

"You dare to kick me?" Umbridge glared at Bella angrily, "You dare to kick me!"

She was the Deputy Minister of Magic, but she was actually stepped on. What a humiliation! "Shut up, you toad!" Bella looked at her coldly, "If you dare to say anything bad about Cyrus again, I will teach you a lesson right away! Don't worry, I won't let you die so quickly!"

"you!"

"Okay," McGonagall hurried in to stop Umbridge from continuing to act stupidly and annoy Bella. She pulled Bella away from Umbridge, "I think we all need to be more rational."

"Reason? How can you expect me to be reasonable?" Umbridge was like a mad shrew. "Her! Have you all forgotten what she is? A Death Eater! Imprisoned in Azkaban for twelve years! She and the man from Ilvermorny are both bad species!"

She jumped up from the ground with a scream, her throat seemed to be torn: "We have to give an explanation to Beauxbatons, the competition must be stopped! Ilvermorny must be disqualified immediately! And the murderer and the two wanted criminals must be sent to Azkaban!"

"Da da da!" A crisp sound interrupted Umbridge.

Headmaster Vida of Durmstrang, who had nothing to do with the matter from beginning to end, calmly reached out and knocked on the table.

"I thought, why not ask Ms. Maxime's opinion?" Vida said softly.

Then all eyes turned to little Batty. They only now realized that "Maxime" was still sitting calmly in the chair, as if she was an outsider.

Little Batty was struggling in his heart as he was being watched by so many people.

It was hard for him to accept that Cassandra killed Rabastan, but now was not the time to let Cyrus out. It was the Dark Lord's intention to cast Cyrus' name in the Goblet of Fire, but it was his own decision to cast Harry Potter's name.

Under the current circumstances, even if Harry was eliminated, the people from Ilvermorny could not be disqualified from the competition.

What's more, he was up to something, and if things got out of hand, maybe even Rodolphus' identity would be exposed.

He could only grit his teeth and swallow the blood.

"The game continues!" said Batty Jr. coldly.

"The tournament is not a child's game. The warriors of Beauxbatons have long been prepared to sacrifice."

Even the victim chose to forgive, so Umbridge couldn't do anything even if she wanted to. She could only stare at Bella with an annoyed and malicious look.

Bella regained her composure and didn't care about Umbridge's malice at all.

But really, why bother with a dying person? She held her wand and took small steps back to her seat, a dangerous smile on her face.

Return to the Forbidden Forest.

Cassandra couldn't see what was happening in the arena, but the reactions of those people were pretty much what she expected. Killing a person was definitely not that simple, and she was actually ready to withdraw from the competition.

This is also why she knocked Harry unconscious in the end. On the one hand, it was to teach the boy a lesson so that he wouldn't be too naive. On the other hand, it was also a form of protection.

As for the trouble that killing Rabastan might bring to Cyrus, Cassandra was not worried. Cyrus acquiesced in this action, otherwise Cyrus would not have told Cassandra how to use the Dark Mark.

She, or rather Cyrus, had already guessed Barty Crouch Jr.'s reaction.

Lucius said that Voldemort wanted Cyrus to participate in the competition, so Barty Jr. didn't dare to let Cyrus be eliminated early. Not only could he suffer the loss, but he also had to help protect Cyrus and Ilvermorny.

It was as if Cassandra thought she might be disqualified from the competition, but unexpectedly nothing happened.

The Dark Lord's men were a little more cautious than expected.

"Even after the game, those students will probably be very afraid of me, right?" Cassandra laughed contemptuously, obviously not caring at all about the opinions of those little devils.

She was originally a poisonous snake, so did she need to hear any words of praise? - Rodolphus went through many twists and turns before he found Grindelwald.

At this moment, Grindelwald had separated from Dumbledore. He did not look like someone who came to participate in the competition, but more like an old man taking a morning walk.

After being imprisoned in Nurmengard for fifty years, even walking in a forest like this was a pleasure for him.

The damp mist in the air is the smell of freedom.

——Except for the rotten smell of the Death Eaters, of course.

"Are you coming out by yourself, or do you never need to come out?" Grindelwald stood in the woods with his eyes closed, as if he was feeling the cool morning air. But without opening his eyes, he could still feel everything around him.

Rodolphus walked out dejectedly like a cunning wolf.

"Mr. Grindelwald." He knew what kind of enemy he was facing, so he kept a low profile. "I'm here to seek your cooperation."

"Cooperation?" Grindelwald chuckled as if he had heard a joke.

"You're from France," he opened his eyes, one of which was completely different and glowed a silver-blue. "Don't you know that the place I hate most is Paris?"

Rodolphus: ??? "I think you misunderstood," Rodolphus was stunned for a moment, then immediately explained, "We work for the Dark Lord!"

"You?" Grindelwald repeated the word in a mocking tone.

Rodolphus was a little annoyed by his attitude, but he didn't dare to conflict with Grindelwald and could only endure the humiliation silently.

"We have a common enemy. Dumbledore and Cyrus are in the same group. I know you are very strong, but both you and the Dark Lord need an ally." Rodolphus said earnestly, "Fighting alone is not a good idea."

"You have a point, Mr. Lestrange," Grindelwald said mockingly, "but why don't you do the same yourself?"

"What?"

"I mean, your brother..." Grindelwald's silver pupils seemed to reflect flames.

"If he had stayed with you, he might not have been so easy to kill."

(End of this chapter)