Chapter 490 Rufus Scrimgeour

A series of dazzling red flashes flashed over the ruins.

The figure flickered, and hundreds of burning red lights shot out from the wizard's wand, intersecting each other.

Crashed against the wreckage of the ruins and bounced back into the darkness.

"I see, he Apparated!" shouted a wizard.

"Don't be silly, Apparation is not allowed in this area..."

But thinking of Keresis who suddenly disappeared, these words are particularly unconvincing tonight.

"That person suddenly disappeared from my eyes, if it wasn't for apparition..." The voice paused, and then said in surprise, "Here is a person lying on the ground, unconscious, oh my god, this is ?!"

"What did you find?!" said Mr. Crouch in a cold, emotionless voice.

He tightened his face, his sharp eyes fell on the darkness.

A few seconds later, under the gaze of everyone, a wizard walked out holding a small limp body.

She also has a tea towel around her neck, it's Winky the house-elf!

Mr. Crouch watched as the other put his house-elf at his feet, without moving or speaking.

The other officials of the Ministry of Magic were all staring at Mr. Crouch, and there was something queer in the air.

For several seconds Crouch stood motionless, as if frozen.

On his pale face, those fire-breathing eyes stared fiercely at Shining on the ground.

Then, he seemed to come back to himself.

"This, this is impossible, impossible!" He paused, "Impossible!"

He quickly bypassed the wizard in front of him, and strode towards the place where Winky was found.

"It's no use, Mr. Crouch!" cried the wizard who found Winky. "There's no one else there."

But Mr. Crouch didn't seem to want to pay attention to what he said, and everyone heard him walking up and down there.

He searched carefully in the dark ruins, and there were constant sounds of rubble rolling and falling to the ground.

When Ivan and Hermione came down, he didn't come out of the ruins.

"Ivan, Hermione, are you both okay?"

Ivan saw Sirius and Mr. Weasley striding towards them, looking terrified.

In the sky, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Krum, Fred, George and the other Quidditch players all slowly fell beside them.

Everyone flocked to ask about the situation of Ivan and Hermione, weeping with joy.

Everyone was shocked by Aiwen's strength, they didn't expect this thirteen-year-old boy to be so powerful.

Those who are familiar with it know that Ivan used the power of the Philosopher's Stone.

The powerful Philosopher's Stone, the magic power contained in it has exceeded the imagination of the world.

After a while, Fudge came over under the protection of a group of Aurors.

He didn't seem to have recovered from the huge shock, and kept asking Ivan who was fighting him.

"Enough, these two children need to rest!" Sirius said impatiently, "Ivan just had a fight with the dark wizard who broke in suddenly. This should have been the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic. I want to know the truth , you can ask those black wizards who were caught, and you will be able to know who they are and where they come from!"

"You're right, Blake!" Fudge nodded awkwardly, "We did..."

At this moment, the officials of the Ministry of Magic on the edge of the ruins let out another exclamation, and everyone hurried over.

The Aurors seemed to be debating whether or not the house-elf had cast the Dark Mark, with the final focus on the wand.

To use this magic, you must have a wand, and Winky does have one.

The scene was chaotic, and when everyone squeezed past, Crouch with a deadpan expression came out from the ruins.

His face was still ghastly white, and his hands and toothbrush mustache were twitching.

"Barty, where have you been tonight?" Fudge asked hurriedly, looking even more flustered than he was, "It's unimaginable that such a thing would happen tonight, the attack of the dark wizard, and now even the Dark Mark Out!"

"I've been very busy!" said Mr. Crouch, still slurring his words, his lips barely moving. "Someone raided my tent during the game. They seemed to be looking for something!"

"Those guys are absolutely nuts in my opinion, what are people going to say tomorrow?!" Fudge complained, "It's a given that they think it's all the Ministry's fault, but who can...  .My God, what happened to the house-elf?"

He seemed to have just seen the house elf Winky lying on the ground.

A man walked quickly from the crowd to Fudge and said something in a low voice.

The wizard looked like an old lion, with wisps of gray in his tawny hair and bushy eyebrows.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of piercing eyes stared unkindly at Crouch.

Although he is a little lame, he walks with a kind of unrestrained stride.

Makes people feel immediately that he is a sharp, tough guy.

He is Rufus Scrimgeour, Director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, and currently the strongest Auror.

"Rufus, you mean..." Fudge's eyes fell on the wand in Winky's hand.

Immediately afterwards, he seemed to have suddenly discovered some great truth, and looked up at Crouch in disbelief.

"So, Crouch's house-elf used this wand to cast the Dark Mark!" Fudge said slowly with a trace of horror in his voice, "You-Know-Who's Mark, how could she use this magic? !"

Crouch didn't speak, his eyes fixed on the magic wand in Winky's hand.

He didn't seem to hear Fudge's words, nor did he understand the meaning of the other's words.

"It can't be her..." someone justified in a low voice.

"Even if it wasn't her, the house-elf couldn't get away with it!" Scrimgeour said bluntly, "She violated Rule 3 of the Wand Rules: No non-human creature may carry or use a wand. "

"But......"

"I think we ought to hear how the house-elf defends himself before we judge!" Scrimgeour went on. "If you have no objection, Mr. Crouch..."

He seemed to be asking Crouch, but before he could answer, he quickly raised his wand, pointed at Winky and said, "Resuscitate quickly!"

Winky moved feebly, and those brown bell-like eyes opened.

She blinked her eyelids vigorously, her expression blank.

Under the silent eyes of the wizards, she sat up tremblingly.

Then, slowly and tremblingly, she raised her eyes and looked at the crowd.

Then, more slowly, he turned his gaze to the night sky above.

It can be clearly seen that the image of the floating skeleton is reflected in her two big dull eyes.

She gasped, looked dazedly at the people surrounding the open space, and suddenly cried out of fear. (To be continued.)