Chapter 533 Identification

Fudge Connelly and Barty Crouch arrived that day, accompanied by an elderly Ministry of Magic official. If the person who dies is a native of the country, even a young wizard from Hogwarts can cover the lid.

It's not the first time a dead person has closed the school, so it's not a big deal to suffer through Hogwarts. But now that the person who died was a foreigner, and he was killed by an "employee" of the British Ministry of Magic, it was hard to break down.

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In order not to cause panic, a shed was built next to Hagrid's hut, and the body was parked here. Even though the body was inspected by Dumbledore and the stationed Auror, it was indeed killed by a dementor.

Fudge still kept urging the accompanying officials to conduct repeated inspections. His meaning was already obvious. No matter what, these people must not die from the mouth of the dementors.

He quickly made up a reason and released it to offend those two schools and their country's Ministry of Magic. As for the truth and whether it would be exposed later, he would not care.

Because he did not come to this conclusion. Professional matters are left to professionals to judge. He is just the Minister of Magic who knows nothing. He is also deceived!

However, the elderly official who followed Fudge was also an old man. No matter how many times Fudge asked or how sternly he looked at him, he still repeated his judgment calmly.

Even an incompetent person like Fudge saw that all the corpses had a wounded hand and asked, "What's with the wounds on their hands?"

The older official replied: "It has been checked. There are no traces of magic. They were all injured by external forces."

"Just by chance, I only injured my hand?"

"I am only responsible for the identification of magical trauma, which is damage caused by external forces. Your Excellency, the Minister, needs to find someone from St. Mungo's for identification. I can only conclude that they all died from the kiss of the dementor without exception."

Fudge was pacing in the shed irritably, and suddenly remembered something. He looked at Dumbledore: "Principal Dumbledore, I heard there is a survivor at the scene."

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, if Mr. Li hadn't stayed to hold off those dementors, the other two warriors might not have been spared."

"I don't know if I can meet him."

Snape interrupted: "He's in class right now."

Fudge glanced at Snape and said, "Are you Severus Snape? If I remember correctly, it was Dumbledore and Lucius who vouched for you."

Snape said lazily: "You remember correctly."

"Then you should cherish this hard-won freedom."

"Can I think you are threatening me?" As he said that, Snape looked at Fudge with a gloomy face.

Fudge hid slightly behind Dumbledore. He didn't know anything. He at least knew that if Snape wanted to attack him now, Dumbledore might be the only one who could save him.

"I don't think the minister meant that." Dumbledore comforted Snape symbolically, then took out his wand, and a silver-white phoenix flew in the direction of the castle.

Soon, Li Zhuoguang came over with a downcast face: "Haven't they all been checked? These people were all killed by dementors."

Fu Ji also roughly knew Li Zhuoguang's identity, but asked tactfully: "Mr. Li, we just want to find out what happened to the wounds on their hands?"

"We were besieged by dementors. We only focused on resisting the dementors. We had no time to care about how they were injured."

"Mr. Li, please recall."

"I have recalled it, but I don't know how they were injured."

"Please recall it yourself."

"Recalling it again, I don't know how they were injured."

"Mr. Li, please..."

"I don't want to remember anymore, I'll leave if nothing happens."

Fudge was a little angry: "Mr. Li, you..."

At this time Barty Crouch walked in: "Minister, there is something you may need to know... Mr. Li is also here, so that will be just in time."

Fudge waved his hand irritably: "Barty, I'm busy..."

"I asked those dementors, and they said Mr. Li asked them to attack those people."

Fuji turned back to look at Li Zhuoguang: "Mr. Li, do you have anything to say about this?"

Li Zhuoguang looked at Fudge for a while, then suddenly laughed: "You are Voldemort in disguise."

Suddenly hearing Voldemort's name, everyone in the Ministry of Magic frowned uneasily, and Fudge even trembled twice. Fudge said dissatisfiedly to Li Zhuoguang: "Mr. Li, this is really ridiculous. Also, the mysterious man is dead, let's not mention him again."

Li Zhuoguang glanced at Dumbledore, who shrugged helplessly.

Li Zhuoguang continued to say to Fudge: "If I remember correctly, dementors are not wizards, right? Isn't it ridiculous to use what the dementors said as testimony?"

Fudge stumbled and explained: "After all, the dementors are also involved."

"They are murderers."

Barty Crouch looked at Li Zhuoguang indifferently: "Although Dementors are not wizards, their empty brains don't know how to lie."

"Really? Then please bring the dementors over."

Crouch looked at Fudge, who had no choice but to nod slightly, and Crouch left the shed. Soon, an unpleasant smell enveloped the entire shed, and even the grass on the ground began to form frost.

Crouch held the magic wand and carefully escorted a Dementor to the shed. Crouch said: "Although I am the only one who understands the language of Dementors among the people present, I can let him identify it..."

Li Zhuoguang asked the Dementor directly: "What did you say to him just now?"

The people in the Ministry of Magic looked at Li Zhuoguang helplessly. Can it understand if you speak human language to it? The Ministry of Magic has communicated with Dementors, usually through staff who have learned the language of Dementors.

The best among them is Barty Crouch, who is not only proficient in multiple languages, but also in the languages ​​of many magical creatures.

Even though Li Zhuoguang did not use the language of Dementors, the Dementors still looked at him: "You let me eat..."

Li Zhuoguang nodded, and a murderous intent emerged in his heart: "Expecto Patronus!"

A huge red claw stretched out from the void and grabbed the Dementor. Just a little force, and its bones creaked.

The Dementor let out an unpleasant scream, stimulating everyone's soul.

"Say it again."

"You told us... Ouch!!!" The claws exerted force again.

"Now I say one sentence, you say one sentence."

"Ah! Ouch!!!"

"Minister of Magic Fudge Cornelius is Voldemort in disguise."

"V... V... Ouch!"

"Speak more clearly!"

"Minister of Magic... is Voldemort!"

Li Zhuo's CD player dissipated the magic, and he looked at Crouch with a smile: "Please, Director Crouch, translate for everyone."