It was a wonderful opportunity, visiting the Quiditch World Cup with your friends. One evening, a hell breaks loose. A fire starts to spread through the camp where all the visitors are staying for the night. In panic, your friends run away and you're left alone.

Just to your luck, another figure collides with you and you're both sent stumbling down to the groiund. You land next to a man who, at first sight, appears messy and in a rush. He points his wand at you and hisses:

"Don't move."