Fortunately, both the Irish Leprechauns and the Veela seemed to have a shred of sanity left.
They were wise enough not to let their skirmish affect the staff nearby.
Perhaps they feared that involving them would bring trouble to their respective teams, or perhaps they feared trouble for themselves.
Whatever the reason, this choice spared them from being "pressed" into the ground by Amanda.
If Amanda were to act, she had no intention of being gentle.
As the score gap between the teams continued to widen, the Quidditch World Cup Final entered its final, feverish stage.
Viktor Krum kept using feints to deceive the opposing Seeker, Lynch.
Lynch fell for his feints more than once.
Currently, the most intense struggle on the pitch was between these two Seekers.
After all, their success would determine the end and the outcome of the match.
Meanwhile, Amanda's gaze constantly followed Krum, data flashing through her mind.
Krum's feints, which completely fooled Lynch, were full of flaws in her eyes.
There's a difference between performing a real action and faking one; micro-expressions and muscle engagement differ after all.
Based on this, Amanda keenly anticipated every move Krum made.
Including this final one, where he lunged toward the sky, reaching out with his right hand.
"Is this a feint too?"
Hermione frowned, looking at Krum with uncertainty; she didn't understand Quidditch well enough to tell when Krum was faking or being serious.
"No."
Hearing Hermione's question, Amanda answered decisively. "Krum's expression is serious and solemn; there's no extra calculation in his eyes, and his muscles are tensed. He's clearly fully engaged."
"If it were just a feint, he wouldn't have that expression, nor would he need to engage his muscles and expend energy like that."
"So, there's an eighty-five percent chance that Krum has actually seen the Golden Snitch and is trying to catch it."
Amanda wasn't a professional Quidditch player, and the Quidditch World Cup Final stadium was larger than the Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch.
So even she couldn't see the Golden Snitch. The only one who likely could... She shifted her gaze to Harry, who was aiming his Omnioculars ahead of Krum, his eyes darting quickly, clearly searching for something.
"Right, Krum is definitely going for the Golden Snitch. It's not a feint!"
Harry replied to his two friends without looking back. "The Golden Snitch is just above him. He's about to catch it!"
"Lynch is catching up!"
Ron exclaimed, pointing at the figure rapidly approaching behind Krum.
"He won't make it."
Harry casually adjusted his Omnioculars and immediately concluded after seeing the distance between Lynch and Krum.
Sure enough, just five seconds later, a loud whistle echoed throughout the Quidditch World Cup Final.
"The match is over!"
Ludo Bagman's impassioned voice rang out. The athletes from both sides stopped their flying broomsticks and descended to the ground, some cheering, others dejected.
"Why did Krum catch the Golden Snitch?! They lose if it ends now!"
Ron shouted to be heard over the surrounding cheers.
Harry also shouted back, "Because his stamina is almost gone, and they can't possibly catch up in points. So he decided to end the match on his own terms."
"This way, at least they caught the Golden Snitch."
Choosing the lesser of two evils, Amanda also analyzed Krum's reasoning and nodded in silent approval of his actions.
He was very calm and possessed good wisdom.
"I say, we fought bravely."
A stretch of accented English sounded behind them. Amanda turned slightly to see the Bulgarian Minister for Magic reaching out his right hand to Fudge.
The smile on Fudge's face vanished instantly as he shook the Bulgarian Minister's hand in disbelief.
"You—you speak English?!"
His eyes were full of shock and a hint of anger.
"Yes," the Bulgarian Minister for Magic nodded with a smile.
Fudge looked like he was about to faint from rage. "And you let me gesture like an idiot for days! Merlin's beard!"
Faced with Fudge's breakdown, the Bulgarian Minister for Magic shrugged indifferently. "But it was really quite amusing."
Well, it seemed he had been treating Fudge like a clown.
Then again... Fudge really was a clown.
If nothing else, Amanda had already been certain he spoke English based on the Bulgarian Minister's reactions when she warned Lucius Malfoy earlier.
As the Minister for Magic, Fudge had spent days with the man and hadn't even realized he spoke English.
It really was... a miracle he could even become the Minister for Magic.
Though Amanda's thoughts were logical, Fudge had indeed been played for days. Even when he eventually held up the Quidditch World Cup trophy, not a hint of happiness showed on his face.
In contrast, the Irish Quidditch players were in high spirits.
Even Lynch, who had taken a nasty fall due to Krum's feint, had a wide grin on his face.
The match ended, and the audience began to leave. Amanda stood up, taking Hermione's hand as they headed for the exit of the box.
"I have a bad feeling," Amanda frowned slightly, looking back at Hermione while tightening her grip on her hand. "Hermione, you mustn't leave my side tonight."
"A bad feeling?"
Hermione was surprised. She glanced around warily but found nothing.
However, she didn't doubt Amanda's words at all. Amanda's reasoning and focus far exceeded normal people's, so her premonitions were likely based on environmental details that others—or even she herself—couldn't consciously notice.
Therefore, her premonition had to be taken seriously.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione stepped closer to Amanda. This way, if something really happened, even if she couldn't help Amanda fight back, she could help block spells from certain directions.
"I'll stay close to you. You must be careful too."
Amanda nodded calmly, showing no unnecessary emotions like worry or fear because of her premonition.
"Don't worry, Hermione. Even if Voldemort were to be resurrected and come here in person, I could handle him."
"You're certainly not being modest now."
Much of the tension dissipated as Hermione smiled at Amanda.
"Modesty is a traditional virtue, a courtesy I must possess. What I just said was the truth; it has nothing to do with whether I'm modest or not."
Amanda explained to Hermione solemnly, her face expressionless.
She would never discard a traditional virtue like modesty, no matter the time.
"Alright, alright, I misspoke."
Hermione tapped her mouth and let Amanda lead her out of the Quidditch World Cup Final venue.
All was safe and stable until they returned to the Weasley camp, with people chatting and laughing as they headed to their own tents.
Everything was so "harmonious" that it seemed as if Amanda's premonition was wrong.
But now, even Hermione felt uneasy looking at the scene.
Perhaps because of Amanda's words, her sixth sense was also faintly warning her that this was the calm before the storm.
Entering the Weasley tent, Amanda and Hermione climbed into bed after obediently drinking a cup of hot chocolate provided by Mrs. Weasley.
Amanda slept in the bunk below Hermione to ensure she could react quickly to any emergencies and guarantee Hermione's safety.
As time passed, the sounds of laughter outside showed no signs of fading.
Griping her wand tightly in her right hand, Amanda stared at the bunk above her. Hermione was lying there, though it was unclear if she was asleep.
"Amanda, I can't really sleep."
Hermione pursed her lips and whispered from the upper bunk.
"Go to sleep, Hermione. I'll wake you if anything happens. I'm here, don't worry."
There was no emotion in Amanda's voice, yet it carried a reassuring and certain weight that inspired trust.
Strangely enough, Hermione's restless spirit was quickly soothed after hearing Amanda's words.
Closing her eyes slowly, Hermione actually fell asleep quite quickly.
In the middle of the night, Amanda, still awake, finally heard shouts, panicked screams, and even... wails of pain from outside.
Sitting up abruptly, Amanda tapped the bunk above her. "Hermione, something's happened."
Hermione, who hadn't dared to enter a deep sleep, snapped her eyes open and scrambled out of bed, her wand gripped tightly in her hand.
"Kids, get up!"
Mr. Weasley rushed in. He froze for a moment seeing Amanda and Hermione already up, then hurried to wake the others.
"Something's wrong, we have to leave now."
He spoke while pulling Harry up and shielding him. Judging by the attire of the people outside, it was clearly... He had to protect Harry.
"Hermione, take this."
Amanda pulled Hermione into her arms and handed her a small golden lion sculpture with her left hand.
"I was going to give it to you for your birthday this year, but I'm giving it to you early."
"Thank you." Hermione gripped the golden lion sculpture. Anything Amanda gave her at a time like this was bound to be extraordinary.
Leading Hermione along with Mr. Weasley, Harry, Ron, and the others out of the tent, Amanda immediately saw a fire burning in the center of the camp nearby.
There, the Muggle administrator and his family were floating in the air, while below them, over a dozen masked men in black robes were laughing and casting Crucio on them.
"Torturing Muggles for fun!"
Hermione gritted her teeth, her whole body shaking with rage. Coming from a Muggle family, she felt the injustice of the scene even more acutely.
"Go, quickly."
Mr. Weasley glanced at the center of the camp, struggling. He wanted to save them, but right now... Harry's safety and the children's safety were more important.
"Sorry, Mr. Weasley," Amanda spoke, her voice as calm as water. But a closer look at her face would reveal she was livid.
Hurting others for fun, making Hermione angry and sad, and putting her friends in danger—these people had stepped on many of her landmines.
"These people must be dealt with."
As soon as she spoke, Amanda raised her wand. With a flick, the Muggles floating in the air were "pulled" behind her, interrupting the masked men's spellcasting.
"That girl is out! She's over there!"
"Kill her!"
The masked men became agitated upon seeing Amanda and charged at her frantically. Only one among them hesitated, seemingly afraid of something.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her own security personnel rushing toward her. Amanda unhurriedly tapped the tip of her wand downward.
"Bang!"
A massive, synchronized thud echoed throughout the camp. The panicked crowd stopped in their tracks, looking in bewilderment at the girl holding the wand.
Her face bore a calm rage, and the firelight reflecting off her made her appear powerful and divine.
All the masked men were crushed to the ground by Amanda's Levitation Charm, the force so great that at least half the bones in their bodies were shattered.
As for their internal organs... that was anyone's guess.
Furthermore, all their wands were crushed. In the eyes of the Wizarding World, this alone made their losses "heavy."
Her cold, mechanical eyes swept the surroundings. After ensuring no one had escaped, Amanda released Hermione and slowly stepped forward.
"Hurting others at will, torturing Muggles for fun, causing chaos, making Hermione and my friends uneasy, and threatening their safety."
As Amanda approached, the masked men were lifted off the ground once more by her Levitation Charm.
The golden masks on their faces had shattered and fallen off. Each man was barely breathing, their faces mangled.
However, people could still barely recognize who they were. Because of this, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp.
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Crabbe, Mr. Goyle..."
Amanda recited all their surnames in one breath. "Should I just kill you all to eliminate any future trouble?"
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