"The Dark Mark… it's getting more and more visible… Lucius suspects He's returning…"
"They said after the match, they're going to have some fun with the Muggles near the camp… it's also… it's also meant to send a signal to Him… if He's really still alive…"
"I don't want… I don't want Him to come back… When the Master was alive, he became more and more brutal. If he comes back, he'll definitely punish us… We're all traitors…"
Goyle had no resistance to Veritaserum. He stammered out his confession, and Sirius's expression grew increasingly grim.
He walked over, grabbed Goyle's left sleeve, and stared intently at the mark on it.
It was a light red tattoo, a skull with a snake emerging from its mouth. It looked evil, yet possessed a strange, unsettling beauty.
Sirius stared coldly for a moment, then asked, "Who all is planning to go with you?"
Two seconds later, Goyle mumbled a string of names: "Lucius, Crabbe, Nott, Macnair…"
…
Half an hour later, Goyle fell back into a deep sleep. To be safe, Sirius also used an Obliviation Charm to ensure he wouldn't blurt anything out when he woke up.
The two of them used the Disillusionment Charm again to go downstairs. As they reached the entrance, Wade saw his classmate Goyle seemingly accidentally set his robes on fire, yelling and frantically patting himself down. His mother ran out of the tent, ripped off his robes with a *RIIIP*, and threw them away.
In the confusion, Wade and Sirius silently slipped away.
"It's a good thing you were so observant this time, Wade," Sirius said, looking down. "Otherwise, by the time we saw the Dark Mark hovering over bodies, it would have been too late to catch anyone."
Wade knew he wouldn't be involved in the subsequent actions and asked, "How are you going to handle this?"
"This is a golden opportunity," Sirius said, a dangerous smile spreading across his face. "Thirteen years ago, they used the Imperius Curse as an excuse to avoid Azkaban. This time, if we can catch them in the act, that excuse won't work."
He handed Wade his Wand, told him to go back to the tent, and then Apparated away directly.
Wade put away the Wand, leaving the one he hadn't used much, and returned to the tent, recalling the original story's plot.
Harry and Lupin were probably still with the Weasley Family and hadn't returned yet. Only Kreacher was diligently preparing lunch, and the scent of frying steak wafted from the kitchen.
Wade sat down, poured himself a cup of hot tea, and drank it in one gulp.
It was impossible for the Death Eaters to cause trouble in the camp now. If they were lucky, these guys would all be caught by the Ministry of Magic.
However, Wade didn't have much confidence in the Aurors' ability to act. Even members of the Order of the Phoenix might not be able to stop the Death Eaters from escaping, unless Dumbledore personally intervened.
As he recalled, Lucius Malfoy and his accomplices were indeed imprisoned once—after they attacked the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore single-handedly trapped most of the Death Eaters, making them unable to resist or escape.
Even though Wade hadn't seen the Headmaster in the camp yet, he should still show up after being contacted by Sirius, right?
With the matter resolved, Wade felt he should relax, but a strong sense of unease still gnawed at him.
He gently rubbed the teacup, thinking, After all, what does Death Eaters causing trouble in the camp in the middle of the night have to do with the dream I had?
In the original story, no one died that night. In fact, Malfoy and the others were currently hiding their identities; even with their faces covered, they didn't have the courage to kill anyone. They just wanted to cause some minor chaos.
Perhaps those encounters were terrifying for the Muggle caretaker's family, but for most Wizards, it was merely an exciting experience without true danger. For Young Wizards like Harry's trio, it was just like getting a little wet on the edge of a storm.
The worst outcome was Barty seizing the opportunity to escape.
Wade paused.
Yes, in the original story, Barty would escape during this chaos.
But now, he had already escaped and returned to Voldemort's side. Even Garr Trocar and Lockhart had fallen into their hands.
Harry came to the camp to watch the Quidditch World Cup. Everywhere he looked, there were Wizards using Magic. People were Apparating constantly, and the Ministry of Magic was stretched thin, unable to keep track of everything.
Wouldn't it be better to act here than to sneak someone out of a heavily guarded Hogwarts?
Wade gazed at the teacup in his hand. A moment later, he poured himself another cup of hot tea, slowly drank it, and then inverted the cup.
After the tea flowed out, the remaining tea leaves at the bottom were in a chaotic state. Wade gently rotated the saucer.
Skull… skull… skull… skull.
No matter which way he looked, the remaining tea leaves formed the shape of a skull.
Death, danger… potential fatal threat…
Wade recalled the text from the book, then looked at the scattered tea leaves around the skull, almost forming a circle.
Encompassed by shadows… symbolizing amplified danger, requiring extra vigilance…
"This is ominous! Extremely ominous!"
Wade remembered Professor Trelawney, her eyes wide and breathing rapid, when she spoke about that section:
"If you see similar patterns, be careful! Be careful! My dear… that means death is gazing at you… You must be extremely careful and avoid all dangerous places!"
"I have done my best to warn you, but I hope you never… ah… never encounter anything so terrible… Merlin bless you… do not approach the veil of death…"
Trelawney concluded her lesson in her usual mystical tone, finally slumping into her chair and muttering to herself as if she had thought of something terrifying.
But Wade remembered that after that lesson, several Gryffindors wrote in their Divination assignments that they had seen patterns like skulls and crosses, and then fabricated a terrible crisis for themselves.
Thinking of Professor Trelawney's wide-eyed expression, Wade unconsciously smiled. Looking down at the skull on the saucer, he sighed again.
"So… what's the point of Divination? It tells you there's danger, but not where the danger comes from… There might be danger staying in the camp, but leaving the camp might also be the true source of danger…"
Wade mumbled, putting down the saucer. He inadvertently saw the book Quidditch World Cup Through the Ages on the bookshelf, and his heart stirred slightly.
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