Chapter 482: Fly higher

"What's the matter with those kids? why aren't they following us?" said Fudge, frowning.

In the crowd, he glanced at Ivan, who had stayed where he was.

"They may be scared, or arrogant enough to think they can handle the current situation!" Lucius replied in a cold tone. "Minister, let's go now; it's too dangerous here!"

"That child is very important. We must ensure his safety!" Fudge said grimly. "Dumbledore specifically told me about this a few days ago. I can't believe it happened at the World Cup. Think about it, tomorrow morning, the Daily Prophet could make the biggest headline of this riot, and people all over the world will laugh at us heartily!"

"That's what you British call security measures?!" A heavy voice said, "What a revelation! There has been no such thing for many years since that man collapsed and disappeared .... "

Fudge stopped suddenly and looked at the Bulgarian Minister of Magic, who stood beside him, and said in astonishment, "Do you speak English?"

The Bulgarian nodded disdainfully and hastened to flee for his life.

"You can speak English, and you've been letting me coddle you all day!" Fudge said indignantly.

"That was hilarious!" the Bulgarian minister said, shrugging his shoulders.

"Damn, these guys are playing us like idiots..."

"Come on, Minister!" Lucius whispered. "Those goons down there can come up at any moment."

"But... "

"The safety of you and these distinguished guests is now paramount. Black and others will come and take the children!"

By this time, they had reached the main staircase in the hallway.

The sound of explosions, shouting and fighting was very close to them, and Caresius was moving very fast.

Despite all the efforts of the Ministry of Magic Aurors, there was no way to outrun them under such circumstances.

Fudge nodded wanly and joined the others in the panicked crowd.

At that point, there was no one left in the stands except Ivan and his friends.

Everyone was looking at Ivan, waiting for him to make up his mind.

"Ivan, are you ready for a big fight?" Fred said excitedly.

"A duel with a real Dark Wizard, that's what I've been dreaming of!" George followed him.

"You're out of your mind. More than a dozen masked men are rushing in. We don't stand a chance." Ron said in a panic. "I don't understand why we didn't go to the Minister! The ones around him are all professional Aurors..."

"It's full of dark wizards down there, and it's not safe to run off like that!" said Ivan quickly.

He didn't explain too much. Anyway, Harry couldn't go out like that. He was Caresius' target, and Caresius wouldn't let them go with Fudge.

"Is it safe to stay here?!"

"I have a better idea. If he succeeds, he can help us escape. " Ivan waved his wand and the small door inside the box slammed shut. As he moved, all the seats flew into the door and blocked it completely.

"What idea?" Ron asked in confusion.

Sensing that the danger was getting closer and closer, everyone was very nervous.

Ivan blocked the exit, which meant they had no way out.

They were now like soft-shelled turtles in an urn, and when the Dark Wizards came out, they would have to fight to the death.

"We can ride on broomsticks, it's the safest way out," Ivan said. "Those Dark Wizards can't fly into the sky. "

"But there's no broomstick here!" Harry looked around in surprise.

Under the bright lights above, everything in the small box could be seen clearly. There was nothing here, nothing apart from the golden Quidditch cup.

"We need some help. I hope they come." Ivan said, pointing his wand at the sky.

At the end of his wand were several beams of light, like fireworks shooting into the sky, attracting everyone's attention....

There was a sudden stop to the disturbance in the stadium, and everyone looked up at the box.

"Sonorus!" Ivan shouted, pointing his wand at his throat as Ludo did.

In the next second, what he said sounded like thunder and echoed throughout the stadium.

"Come here, we need help!" Ivan said loudly, looking at the Quidditch players hovering over him.

They still hadn't realized what was going on below, just flying through the air in a daze.

Hearing the screams, the Irish and Bulgarian Quidditch players hesitated. They kept spinning in the sky and no one was coming.

In the box, everyone's heart leapt into their throats as they understood Ivan's plan.

It was a wonderful idea to leave with the Quidditch players' broomsticks. But, what if those upstairs didn't come down to rescue them?

At that moment, at the bottom of the stadium, Sirius was fighting with two vampires.

As soon as they met, he knew where they were coming from and that Voldemort was behind it all.

He couldn't tell if Voldemort's target was Ivan's Philosopher's Stone or Harry, but he wanted to go back anyway. However, his two opponents were clinging to him tightly, so that he couldn't escape.

"Damn it!" Sirius roared, and his wand released a few spells.

He watched helplessly as Caresius led the other vampires towards the box.

On the way out of the stadium, a group of Beauxbatons students fled in a hurry.

Two of the girls stopped abruptly and looked up.

"That's Ivan's voice, I can hear it!" Gabrielle said gleefully, "It's in that little box!"

"Ivan Mason?!" Fleur looked up and could vaguely make out the boy's figure.

She was not in a good place; the target of those rambunctious dark wizards was obviously the little box, and they were about to reach it!

Was Ivan their target?

"Sister, Ivan is calling for help, we must go help him!" Gabrielle said anxiously, "Where is Madam Maxime?"

"There is no need for us to help. Those people have already come down!" Fleur comforted her and said, glancing nervously at the top box.

In fact, besides her, there were many people looking up as well. Everyone understood that that place was the center of tonight's events.

The box was full of high-ranking wizards. Maybe these crazy dark wizards wanted to kidnap them and threaten the Ministry of Magic to do something.

In heaven, Krum hesitated when he heard Ivan and the others asking for help.

But almost immediately he made up his mind, gestured to his team members and quickly flew to the box.

Under his leadership, the Bulgarian team and some of the Irish team players also quickly approached.

"God, they're coming!" Hermione shouted in surprise.

"Look, it's Krum - he's flying towards us!" Ron followed.

A few seconds later, the group of approaching players arrived at the box. Everyone rushed to thank them and looked at the Quidditch players in awe.

Ivan felt that as they approached, Caresius also sped up. Now, he was right at the entrance to the box!