Chapter 267 Your Knowledge Is Too Shallow, Young Man

It wasn't until everything was over that the employees of the Ministry of Magic who were watching around dared to trot all the way to Harley's vicinity.

At this moment, Sirius next to Harry didn't react in the slightest, he just opened his mouth wide, watching his goddaughter deal with the group of thugs neatly.

"This...isn't it right..." It took a few seconds for Sirius to recover from his stiffness.

He rubbed his eyes vigorously, "How can these dregs be dealt with so easily? I'm probably dreaming?"

He only thought that his goddaughter was very powerful, but he didn't expect to be so strong!

At this time, there were several ear-piercing "pops" in the distance.

The gathered wizards immediately turned around vigilantly, the spell could fly out from the tip of the wand at any time.

After all, everyone was afraid that the thugs who fled earlier would suddenly return and kill them.

But after seeing who was coming, the employees of the Ministry of Magic breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered their wands one after another.

Because the wizards who just arrived through Apparition are Fudge, Amelia Burns, Rufus Scrimgeour, and many other senior officials of the Ministry of Magic, as well as an elite Auror team.

"What's going on?" Fudge yelled as soon as he landed,

"I heard that some people here got drunk and made trouble, and there was a sudden heavy rain, and there appeared..."

The rest of his words were stuck in his throat, and he stared dumbfounded at the ice sculpture exhibition in front of him:

"This... this... this... what is this! Who did it!"

"As you can see, my dear Minister of Magic," Harry bowed slightly, "this is the rioting wizards."

"Please allow me to describe to you what happened."

"Earlier, I played wizard chess with my friends in the tent, and by the way, exchanged ideas about Hogwarts summer homework."

"As a result, the noise outside disturbed us."

"I thought someone was too excited for Ireland to win and proud of England to celebrate all night."

"As a result, when I went to check the situation, I found that these thugs were not celebrating, but wantonly using magic spells to destroy surrounding tents and public facilities, and torturing the innocent camp administrator's family..."

Saying that, Harry pointed to the Roberts family.

These four poor people were also caught in the rainstorm before, but Harry deliberately controlled the cold so that they did not turn into ice sculptures together.

Now the four Muggles have landed smoothly under the magic of the employees of the Ministry of Magic, and are unconscious at this time.

"...As a Hogwarts student who loves the magic world, the land we live in, and even more peace, I naturally cannot tolerate this kind of thing happening."

"So I want to assist the employees of the Ministry of Magic to stop these thugs."

"As a result, during this period, they rushed towards me suddenly, threatened me verbally, and even used black magic to attack me."

"Out of consideration for my own safety, I had to use some ordinary magic to incapacitate the outermost thugs in order to protect myself."

"However, a group of thugs seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and the house-elves assisted Apparation and escaped, so I couldn't keep them."

Saying that, Harry sighed slightly, his face full of regret.

The expression on Fudge's face kept changing as he listened to Harry's description of what had happened earlier.

Finally, he swallowed hard, shook his head involuntarily, stammered and said incoherently:

"Harry, my dear child...I think...I think there may be some misunderstanding here..."

"These guys were probably just drinking too much... plus Ireland won the title...so they were a little over the top... weren't they?"

"I think it's all just a misunderstanding... The Ministry of Magic can also pay for all the damaged tents here, or demand compensation from these drunks...I mean..."

Sirius on the side suddenly said, firmly supporting Harry:

"Connelly, I can use the surname Blake as a guarantee that everything Harley said is true!"

"Not only that, but this group of people also used all kinds of black magic on us before, except for the death curse. I think you can easily detect it by using the flashback spell."

Harry snapped his fingers cooperatively, and at the same time waved his wand casually, making a gesture.

All the ice on the ice sculpture in front of everyone disappeared, turning into magic power and dissipating in the air.

The person inside the ice layer fell to the ground in an instant, let out a feeble wail, but couldn't move.

Under Harry's control, the previous ice didn't cause too much damage to them.

However, their bodies became stiff for a short period of time, and it was inevitable that they would lose their combat effectiveness.

"Gili Klee! Werther! Ogsden!" Scrimgeour changed his face instantly, and said several names in succession.

His complexion was a bit ugly, and he explained to Fudge and Amelia in a low voice:

"These are old acquaintances from the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic. They belong to the kind of guy who everyone suspects to be a dark wizard and wandered around Knockturn Alley, but no direct evidence has been found yet."

"I also saw a few pure-blood wizards who were once accused of being Death Eaters, but were absolved of their charges on the grounds of being 'controlled by the Imperius Curse'."

Hearing Scrimgeour's whispered last words, the pupils of Fudge and Amelia shrank sharply.

"Minister Fudge," Harry pointed at the pile of wands scattered on the ground,

"I think you'll do pretty well with a flashback spell on any wand."

"Not to mention anything else, just so many Cruciatus Curse, it is a big achievement for the Auror Office."

"No... I don't think it's necessary..." Fudge's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

While hurriedly wiping it with the handkerchief, his eyes kept wandering, looking at Amelia, Scrimgeour and others.

Amelia, who had been silent on the sidelines before, sighed, and said to the Aurors who were patrolling around:

"Control this group of people first, and bring them back to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation slowly."

"I don't think it's necessary... The matter is obvious at a glance, they just drank too much." Fudge suddenly regained his energy, and said hesitantly,

"Actually, I think this question... Crouch should be blamed! As an important figure in charge of the Quidditch World Cup, how is he responsible for appeasing the emotions of the masses!"

"Also, where is he now? Such a big thing happened, why didn't he show up?"

Fudge seemed to have found a place to vent his emotions and a point of transfer of contradictions, and his voice became louder and louder.

"What's the matter?" A stern voice came suddenly, Crouch and Ludo separated from the crowd and strode in.

"What happened? Minister Fudge."

Someone in the crowd of onlookers immediately stepped forward and whispered what happened to Crouch.

As the man recounted what happened, Crouch's face became more and more gloomy.

Finally, he waved his hand impatiently: "Thank you, Robust."

"And Fudge, don't push everything on me!"

"You didn't go to see off the guests of the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic, but you assigned this work to me and Ludo, and now you ask me why I'm not there?"

"Also, why didn't you take this group of people back for interrogation? They looked like thugs and black wizards!"

Fudge's complexion changed, he originally wanted to hand over the job of sending away the loser guests who were in a bad mood to his arch-rival, to trick Crouch.

As a result, Crouch said it directly.

He is just a deputy director of the International Magic Cooperation Department, why would he dare to speak to himself like that?

Just as Fudge was about to reprimand, a green light suddenly pierced the darkness in the distant sky.

That ray of light exploded in the sky, forming a gigantic skeleton.

The skeleton as a whole is composed of countless green, star-like things that are continuously blooming with fluorescence, and a large python emerges from the mouth of the skeleton, as if a tongue is constantly shaking.

Under the watchful eyes of a large number of wizards in several camps, the skeleton rose higher and higher, emitting green smoke continuously and shining brightly.

Against the dark night sky, the green skull looks like a new constellation.

It's a familiar logo, but not many people cheered when they saw it again.

Because this is the symbol that symbolizes Voldemort, the Dark Mark!

There were bursts of screams from the camp in the distance, and there were many piercing and fear-filled wailings from the surrounding crowd.

Fudge turned pale in an instant, his body shook violently, and he sat down on the ground.

He originally wanted to show off the strength of the British Ministry of Magic through the Quidditch World Cup, and by the way, increase his prestige for himself in preparation for the next election.

This is why Fudge has been trying to characterize this incident as a drunken wizard who did not control his emotions, which caused the commotion.

After all, this is just an ordinary incident. Although it will bring some bad effects, it is harmless to the whole.

And if this incident is classified as a riot, and these wizards caught are thugs and black wizards, then it is a serious illegal incident.

Under his own governance, such a serious and vicious incident happened... According to the principle that whoever is in power is responsible, Fudge will bear a big blame.

Fudge didn't want to leave such a big stain on his political career, and he also recognized that these were members of pure-blood families, so he couldn't easily offend them.

So he originally wanted to make this big thing into a small matter, and it turned into a small matter.

But now things are getting more and more serious. Just now, the Dark Mark that disappeared for so long reappeared.

The Dark Mark alone is not important, I can interpret it as someone playing a prank, or someone imitating a crime.

A single riot can also be resolved, and you have to pay a price, or it can be forcibly explained that foreign black wizards took advantage of the World Cup to sneak in and make trouble.

I can also pass the responsibility to France by the way, and humiliate this deadly enemy by the way, and ordinary wizards will surely accept it.

But now that the Dark Mark appears and a riot breaks out in the camp, the real identities of the rioters are dark wizards and former Death Eaters...

Even if I interpret all these as coincidences, someone has to believe it!

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Afterwards, Harry and Sirius didn't pay any more attention.

After collecting evidence for a while, the Aurors watched Harry leave the scene with awe-inspiring eyes.

The Ministry of Magic also sent Aurors to check the place where the Dark Mark was released.

But there was no one there, not even a trace of magic.

This made the three fully armed Auror teams sent by the Ministry of Magic go straight to nothing.

I don't know why, when the news came back, the faces of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic unexpectedly showed a touch of... thankfulness.

Obviously, everyone was afraid of something happening, especially Fudge, whose joy could hardly be suppressed.

After returning to the tent, the others have not returned, so Harry and Sirius went to find them again.

Everyone tossed and tossed until after two o'clock in the morning, and it was not quiet until Mr. Weasley returned to the tent.

The Weasley twin brothers asked their father about what happened that night in various indirect ways.

And Mr. Weasley didn't hide anything, and told the whole thing completely:

"...In the end, Fudge could only agree to bring these people back to the Ministry of Magic, but they will not be imprisoned in Azkaban for the time being."

"At the same time, he was also planning to conceal the identities of those Death Eaters. After all, most of the Death Eaters claimed to be controlled by the Imperius Curse and were cleared of their crimes. Their identities were not disclosed, and ordinary wizards did not know about it."

"Why? Dad." Percy couldn't help asking, "And Mr. Crouch is so evil, didn't he intervene in this matter?"

"Why?" Mr. Weasley spread his hands,

"Fudge said it was for the peace of the magic world and the stability of society, so there should be no spreading of terror."

"However, we all know that he just wanted to look good, and he didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of foreign wizards, and by the way, he saved a little support from the uninformed masses."

"As for Crouch... Even if Crouch wants to intervene, what's the use?" Mr. Weasley asked back,

"He made a big mistake in the first half of the year, and Fudge found an excuse to suppress him, and now his right to speak is not as good as before."

"Amelia and Scrimgeour are quite concerned about this matter, but they can only arrange Aurors to pay more attention to this matter within the scope of their rights, and there is nothing else they can do."

Mr. Weasley's words stunned his children, and Hermione's mouth opened wide.

After all, Mr. Weasley's words are not the same as their traditional impression of the unintelligent old man Fudge who consults Professor Dumbledore for everything.

Harry gently blew off the heat from the tea, and took a sip.

These young people are still too shallow!

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(Thanks to "Nine-tailed Flaming Fox" and "Floating Life and Annihilation" for their rewards!)