Harry Potter: Transmigrated Detective Link

So-called professional Quidditch finals honestly don't look like much.

Dozens of people flying around in the sky on broomsticks, the only real highlight is probably that their flying skills are indeed pretty good, doing all sorts of acrobatic stunts that look thrilling and exciting.

Anyway, from beginning to end, Link was watching it all as if it were just a broomstick stunt performance.

Still, he more or less understood how the match went.

Bulgaria's small national team's Krum really was an excellent Seeker.

Throughout the match he kept making Ireland's Seeker and several other Chasers look like little puppies being toyed with, running them ragged all over the pitch.

But Bulgaria's other players weren't much at all.

They were pressed and pummeled by Ireland the whole way through, the score blown wide open to 130:10, and later they even gave up on themselves and started committing fouls on purpose.

Even then, they still couldn't close the score gap. Completely useless.

Link could also see it clearly, the only reason Bulgaria had made it this far was entirely thanks to Krum alone. The rest were just dead weight.

But no matter how strong one person is, there's always a limit.

Even though Krum did eventually catch the Golden Snitch, Ireland still crushed Bulgaria with their overwhelming lead and took the victory.

The moment the result came out, the stadium exploded yet again.

Irish fans cheered wildly under the lead of their Leprechauns, while some of the Bulgarian fans slunk off in shame.

Others stayed behind and got into shouting matches with Irish fans, backed up by their Veela cheerleaders.

Inside the VIP box, it was pretty much the same scene.

John had flung himself over the railing, shouting and waving excitedly, as if he wished he could jump down right then and celebrate with the Irish players.

Rolf, meanwhile, was crying and tossing away nearly all his Bulgarian team merchandise, keeping only Krum, in his mind, the only one who had actually played properly on the entire Bulgarian team.

There were plenty of others in the crowd thinking the same. Even many die-hard Irish fans admitted that Krum, though defeated, still deserved honor.

Naturally, Link and the others didn't bother investing themselves too much in all that.

Once Rolf finished venting, they left the box together.

Walking down the red-purple carpeted stairs, Link could see clearly that the entire stadium perimeter was ablaze with lights.

Everywhere were fans with bottles in hand, arms slung over each other's shoulders, drinking and singing as they went, noisy beyond belief.

"Looks like they're planning to party the whole night."

Mrs. Flamel gazed at the scene and spoke faintly.

"Let's hurry back, no need to join in that chaos."

Link gave his suggestion, and quickly everyone agreed.

Tonight was bound to descend into disorder anyway, drunken brawls were just standard fan behavior. Proper people never mixed into that, especially proper girls.

So the group went straight back through a private passage to the Flamels' camp.

That was by far the quietest and safest place. No matter how drunk those rowdy fans got, they wouldn't dare stir trouble in a premium campsite reserved only for high-ranking pure-blood families.

If they did, even without the law stepping in, the pure-blood families' revenge alone would make their lives worse than death.

Riding that wave of cheer, Link and his group even held a small celebration inside the tent, drinking a bit of wine.

After a whole day's excitement, everyone was exhausted and soon went to bed.

But Link downed a bottle of Energy Potion and Polyjuice, then slipped out of the tent in secret.

He hadn't forgotten the real purpose of coming here.

Now that the area around the stadium was falling into chaos, it was the perfect chance to kill.

Link tilted his head back, looking at the broken, dim moon overhead, then gave a cold grin. In the next instant his figure blurred and streaked down toward the little forest at the base of the slope.

Earlier that day he had scattered some Gloaming Powder on both the house-elf Winky and young Bartemius Crouch Jr.

That ingredient, usually used in making Aging Potion, constantly released a unique magical pulse.

Ordinary people couldn't see it.

But to Link's high-grade sensory charm, the pulses shone as clearly as floodlights in the night.

Following the trail through the forest, it didn't take long before Link found his first target, Winky.

Just as in the original story.

At this moment, Bartemius Jr. was still wearing an Invisibility Cloak, hidden from sight.

Winky was clinging tightly to him, muttering anxiously, clearly trying to persuade him about something.

Because of the distance, Link couldn't make out their words.

But he could guess.

Most likely Bartemius Jr. didn't want to leave, while Winky was insisting on dragging him away.

That was one of the flaws of house-elves.

They were far too loyal.

Even if their master ordered them to die, they would do so without hesitation.

But if two masters gave them conflicting orders, they were completely stuck.

That was the situation now.

Old Bartemius Crouch had ordered Winky to take Bartemius Jr. straight home by Apparition after the match, flawless, no one the wiser.

But Bartemius Jr. himself was ordering her that he didn't want to go back.

So Winky couldn't force him. She could only plead and beg.

For a working servant like her, it was an impossible, painful bind.

But for Link, it was the perfect opportunity.

He raised his wand and drew on the cursed power within him.

An invisible sphere of energy instantly formed at his wand tip, then shot forward.

Bartemius Jr. and Winky, still struggling with each other, had no idea danger was upon them.

In the next instant they froze.

The invisible energy ball stopped in front of Winky, then burst into countless transparent cursed spikes that exploded outward.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

With a thunderous impact, wood chips flew as trees around them shattered to splinters. Winky, caught in the blast, was pierced all over like a ragdoll full of holes.

The forest was left in ruins.

Only Bartemius Jr., standing in place, was completely unharmed.

Link's face darkened.

He had seen with his own eyes the cursed spikes shatter to dust on contact with Bartemius Jr., leaving him unscathed.

Clearly, Old Bartemius had outfitted his son with an Invisibility Cloak that was not only exceptional at concealment, but also heavily protective.

A treasure of the highest class, priceless. Who would have thought Old Bartemius would give it to his unfilial son.

Gritting his teeth, Link lifted his wand again.

This time he didn't care about hiding his presence. He began chanting to unleash maximum power.

Only this way could he hope to break through the cloak.

"Sectumsempra!"

A massive invisible blade appeared, whistling toward Bartemius Jr., slicing through trees like paper, cleaving them in half with ease.

Hidden inside the cloak, Bartemius Jr. panicked.

He wasn't weak either. Born to a famous family, he had graduated Hogwarts with 12 OWLs above "Exceeds Expectations."

That meant enormous talent and intelligence, enough that the headmaster at the time had even given him permission to use a Time-Turner.

Afterward he had joined the Death Eaters, learning a host of dark spells from Voldemort. He was cunning and powerful.

If he had his wand in hand, Link might not have been his match.

In that instant of crisis, Bartemius Jr. didn't hesitate. He swung Winky's broken body onto his back as a shield, then turned and fled.

Seeing this, Link froze a moment. He didn't believe for a second Bartemius Jr. wanted to save Winky. There was only one explanation, he was using her as a human shield.

"What a heartless bastard…"

Link cursed inwardly, but his hands stayed merciless. With a flick of thought, the invisible blade's direction shifted, cleaving into Winky's body strapped on Bartemius Jr.'s back.

At the same time, Yoyo unlatched itself from Link's neck, turning into a shadowy phantom that lunged at Bartemius Jr.

Link didn't believe even that cloak could withstand Yoyo's bite.

Rip!

The sound of flesh tearing echoed, and Link's face froze in shock.

Winky wasn't dead yet. She was still using her own magic to shield Bartemius Jr. from the blade and the Yoyo's attacks.

House-elves did indeed wield terrifying innate power.

Thanks to her, Bartemius Jr. remained unhurt, while Winky's body was torn with even more gaping wounds.

Unbelievable.

She was being used as a shield, and still she willingly protected him.

Link had never hated house-elf loyalty so much.

Drawing a deep breath, he steadied himself. Spells rained from his wand like a storm.

He knew Winky couldn't last.

And indeed, under the barrage she finally fell, torn to pieces.

Bartemius Jr. himself was savaged by Yoyo's fangs, screaming as his figure flickered into visibility.

Even so, he still crawled desperately toward the camp outside the forest.

He knew only there, among crowds, could he hope to survive.

But Link had no intention of letting him.

Bang!

Link's foot slammed down on his back, making him spit up black blood.

He raised his wand to slash at Bartemius Jr.'s throat, and at that split second, green light burst through the forest.

Several dazzling curses streaked forward, two colliding with Link's invisible blade, the rest aiming straight for him.

No time to cast Shield Charms, Link poured cursed power in place of his own magic, detonating it around him to form a makeshift defense.

BOOM!

The green curses struck, colliding with the curse-explosion, unleashing a greater blast.

Link grunted as he was blown back, his waist torn open by a bloody wound from the blast.

It could be healed with the counter-curse, but he had no time. He swung his wand blindly toward the attackers, sending blades back, while rolling up to face them.

At the same time, several black-robed figures landed beside the mangled Bartemius Jr., grabbed him, and Disapparated.

Crack! Crack!

In a burst of explosions, Bartemius Jr. vanished.

"F*ck!"

Link cursed aloud, hurling Stunning Spells at the only black figure still trapped on the field.

That one had tried to Apparate too, but Yoyo had ensnared him.

He was strong enough to fight Yoyo evenly, neither side gaining ground.

But Link's sudden attack broke the balance.

Crunch!

With bone-splitting cracks, the man twisted his body unnaturally, slipping free of the spells.

Then, still contorted, black mist surging from him, he bolted toward the forest edge.

Link and Yoyo gave chase. The trees thinned, they were at the forest boundary in moments.

Link even saw a mob of torch-bearers rushing this way, seemingly chasing something.

As they drew close, Link saw they were chasing a silver-haired young girl.

She was crying, clutching her face, not watching where she ran.

Behind her the mob jeered, firing spells at her feet to scare her into sobbing louder.

Link had no time for them.

The fleeing black-robed man was fast but fading. Link was closing in.

The man knew it too.

He turned, red eyes glaring at Link, and even laughed. Then he pressed his wand to his own temple.

'No! He's going to kill himself!'

Link's eyes narrowed. Bartemius Jr. had already been snatched, that wasn't in the original story. Link had attacked with Stunners precisely to capture one alive.

Now this man looked like a fanatic. Link instantly surged his cursed power like a tidal wave, sending Yoyo diving for the man's wand hand.

But the timing was too cunning.

The man sidestepped at just the right moment.

And suddenly the crying girl was shoved into the path, running straight toward Link.

She was about to be engulfed by the cursed blast, instinctively, Link pulled back his power.

The black-robed man laughed twice in mockery, wand flashing, and in a blaze of green light he blew himself apart.

The light didn't stop. It rose into the sky, piercing the clouds, then spread wide.

BOOM!

A series of dull detonations echoed above.

Link looked up. Against the night sky, countless green sparks were forming a vast image.

A giant skull. A snake slithered from its mouth, tongue flicking.

The Dark Mike.

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