113 Ch. 113 Chumps

With my three friends keeping an eye out on Susan, I stayed out of our seats to wait for Harry, Sirius, Hermione, the Weasleys and the Diggory's.

Luckily enough, it didn't take very long for them to show up as a group. I could hear the Weasleys being fussily herded by Molly, Amos Diggory bragging about his son, and the Golden trio excitedly talking about this and past games.

Then I saw one Lucius Malfoy approach the group, looking for trouble alongside the Minister of Magic of Bulgaria and Fudge. It's honestly funny watching himself feel like he's better than others.

"Good lord Arthur." He said softly. "What did you have to sell to get seats in the top box? Surely your house wouldn't have fetched so much?"

The man was mocking Arthur Weasley again and was about to turn his attention to Hermione before he heard a voice and froze.

"Ah, Lord Lucius!" I called out with enthusiasm and a bright smile. "I am so happy to hear you're doing so well. I was so worried when i heard you had to be admitted to St. Mungo's, but I was delighted when we were able to fully prepare for next years Care of Magical Creatures and that you had donated so much to the hospital."

The man's face couldn't get colder if he tried. He was looking at me with barely concealed rage with his grey eyes.

"Ah. It would seem that you are still a bit under the weather. I can think of no other reasons for why such a good friend would be unhappy about to speak to another about his injury." I follow up with 'concern' and 'pity'.

Lucius simply turned and left as the Ministers were left a bit stunned at the situation.

"Dobūr den na vas Ministūr." I say to the Bulgarian Minister with a smile, getting a slightly surprised expression and a nod in response. (Didn't have the exact accents for the u's, but that's Bulgarian in our alphabet.)

"Have a pleasant game as well Minister." I followed up with as I spoke to Fudge.

"Ah!? Yes, thank you. Wai-wait! You speak Bulgarian! Then come help translate for me! I can't find Barty anywhere and I don't know the language!" Loudly said Fudge slightly desperately, while I saw a smirk on the Bulgarian Ministers face.

"I am sorry sir, but I have to play the host to all my guest and cannot do so." I answered with an 'apologetic' look on my face. Then I spotted Winky, Barty Crouch's house-elf. "Ah! But I'll have his little elf save his seat in my booth, hence when he comes I'll direct him to you. How is that?" I asked with a big smile at my 'brilliant' solution.

"Well, y-yes, I mean-" the man tried to stutter as he was thinking.

"Splendid! Now if you could follow everyone little Winky, I'm sure your master would be pleased to be in my box. It has a much better view than from the top and you won't have to look down as much. Plus he will be near the Minister and the accommodations are better." I say as I slightly manipulate the height fearing House-elf.

"You would to this for the master! How kind the young master is! How generous he is! Winky would be honored!" She exclaimed with a flurry of ear twitches.

Unfortunately for her, I had already noticed the invisible man following her. I simply needed to have Crouch Jr. steal Harry's wand like the original and it should go well. If the death eaters don't come I'll simply find him through a little tracking spell I have on him now and get it back, so no worries.

I wish I could just end the man though. He was there when I was captured. He was there when my parents were murdered. But i must wait. Just one more year and then I will take my revenge slowly on the twitchy bastard.

With everyone assembled in my VIP box, it was very lively.

James was talking to Cedric and Bill Weasley about their own experiences in magic, Christian was having a blast talking to the twins and Charlie about dragons, pranks and quidditch, Sirius has also joined us after a while and hopped into the conversation with the adults, Ginny was having a good chat with Susan and Victoria about girl stuff, while the Golden trio and I were talking about some of their opinions on the upcoming match and school year. Percy was just being a twit in the corner as he tried to participate amongst the adults, but looked very uncomfortable.

Soon enough the game started and the mascot creatures were introduced.

The Irish team sent out their Leprechauns, dancing amongst the rainbows produced and showering the entire stadium with their fake gold, making the audience roar in delight since they didn't know the stuff disappeared within a few hours. Ron tried to pay back Harry for the Omnioculars he had bought for him, but I told the kid about how the gold worked and he got a bit disappointed.

Bulgaria sent out the Veela's. Now although they aren't unique to the the country, one could not deny their appeal as mascots. When the targets are men anyway. The seductive beings are made to attract males as prey or mates, making it very hard to resist. They possess their own abilities with fire and illusions as weapons, and can live for very long times. Pretty much all male eyes were on them as they ogled the enchanting beings, whilst women were either glaring at them or hitting their own partners for falling for their charms. Victoria on the other hand was surprised and very happy to see me staring at only her with a gentle gaze, getting her to blush a bit as she quickly turned away satisfied.

With the mascots out of the way, the players could now join in. Ireland was cheered for with immense fervor as a home team and likely champions. Bulgaria on the other hand had a more subdued reaction, but the entire stadium erupted in cheers as Victor Krum was introduced to the field. His cheers shook the air as people celebrated the guys skill on a broom and his excellent performances so far in the tournament.

The game began with great energy. Unfortunately it was immediately obvious that although Krum was beyond top class as a seeker, the rest of the team just couldn't keep up at the peek of the sport. The Irish team was better in everything and the new brooms just made things a lot worse. The score kept climbing higher and higher until it was so bad that it was 160-00. That's right, they were completely crushing the competition and if they couldn't score even one goal they would lose no matter what. But at this level, the opposing team would not let you have it easy because they just kept scoring until it was now 210-10. It was only at this moment that Krum caught sight of the Snitch and went after it as fast as possible. He wanted to end this on his terms and save some manner of honor for his motherland. Such a crushing defeat was unacceptable after coming this far and this was the best option at this point due to the skill, equipment, and teamwork gap between the two teams. Even with his skills, by the time he caught the snitch Ireland had the chance to score once again, ending the match with 220-160 for Ireland.

The match was short, but the skills on display were the real deal. It left many in an ecstatic mood, some Bulgaria/Krum fans were down at the defeat, but the celebratory mood overpowered such reactions as almost the entire stadium started celebrating at their tents.

The parties were in full swing and in the Black tent, where we had decided to congregate in, was no exception. The twins danced and sang to victory, the adults were drinking quite the considerable amount of 'beverages', the kids were mostly joining in on the the twins lead, whilst the trio was enjoying themselves as they talked and snacked. My three friends and I were all legally adults in the magical world, allowing us to drink as well. But all of us weren't actually fans. Victoria had every reason to hate the stuff, I just didn't get the appeal, James was against drinking in general, whilst our most likely to drink Christian actually didn't like losing his sharp mind, body and instincts for the temporary buzz. It was drilled into him by his parents that such actions may lead to death while in the wild and was to be avoided as much as possible.

But, something slightly surprised me all of a sudden. I felt attack magic being used, heard people screaming, sensed people fleeing and fear was in the air.

'I was ready for it, but who could it be under those robes aside from Lucius? Everyone but Selwyn and the Carrow's were now dead or imprisoned. The only option was younger potential members fed that garbage they believe in so much that they joined in.' I thought with a slight frown.

"Tory, James, Christian! We've got company! You wanted some real combat and nows your chance! Everyone under seventeen is not to leave this tent! If danger comes your way I want you to head to the Forrest and hide! If forced I will permit the use of force! All adults not hammered right now will protect the kids while we check things out! IS EVERYTHING CLEAR!" I yelled out my command as I let my rulers aura flow out of me and making everyone respond to me instinctively.

"""""""""""""""""Yes!"""""""""""""""" They cried in unison.

I saw Sirius wanting you argue but I looked at him intensely.

"Sirius, I know your skills and abilities, but you have a responsibility towards Harry now and can't be so reckless. You are the most skilled here and trust you to look after them." I said sternly to the man.

He only hesitated for a second before nodding and getting to it.

"Alright let's go!" I yell to my now excited friends.

We quickly run through the fleeing witches and wizards, making our way to the fires, screams and spells.

Our arrival at the scene allowed us to see 8 men in heavy black robes, wearing metallic skull masks, while chanting and attacking some of the muggles in charge of the land we are on and burning tents for the hell of it.

"I am not going to interfere unless something really wrong happens, so go wild on these assholes for ruining everybody's good times." I say with a sinister smile.

"You're the best babe." Simply responded Tory with a predatory smile.

"I'll be on defense as usual." Declared the calm James.

"I'm going to wreck those Murtlap fuckers!" Said the excited Christian.

The three of them took out their wands and started attacking with practiced ease and skill.

Christian started with a blasting curse to shock and disperse the group, following up with magically growing the grass to attack and restrain some of their opponents. Tory followed him up by attacking one of the loose opponents with a double knockback jinx and launching the guy flying as he screamed, then quickly sending severing charms to three hooded cunts and forcing them to drop their wand in pain. James focused on using the muddy ground to block spells as he manipulated it like it was a fluid, letting Christian and Victoria focus on the offense completely as he block four spells from the sloppy idiots.

With half incapacitated already, the rest started to get more desperate as they casted curse after curse, trying to break through James' defense. Unfortunately for these idiots, his skills were honed by studying me. And after he made it his own, his defensive style will just make his opponents will slowly suffocate. He was actually the one to start the counter-attack this round by solidifying the mud wall and turning the ground beneath the death wankers feet into swamps. With their movements hindered, Victoria jumped in with debilitating hexes to cause them to be drowsy and jinxes to hamper their visions and reaction speed. Resulting in a clear path for Christian to let it rip with a quartet of disarming charms so quick, one couldn't see when one ended and another began.

Result so far was seven disarmed idiots, four tides up in magical grass and cut dominant arms, 3 disarmed and unable to move much due to the swamp they are standing in and their near blindness, and one guy sent flying team Rocket style.

"Fantastic result and teamwork guys! You wiped the floor with these chumps, letting you have a good enough practice run for the future." I sincerely announced with a smile.

The three looked at me with pleased expressions until they looked up and their smiles faded.

I turned around quickly and see.

"The Dark fucking Mark."