A certain Hogwarts rune professor

Chapter 345 Reaction of the Parties
Felix waved to several staff members of the Ministry of Magic, and one of them ran over excitedly, "Hi, Mr. Hap! It's incredible that you stopped the riot head-on..." He looked young, with a face The pimples on my face were all glowing with excitement.

Felix said calmly, "These...should be in your charge, right?"

"Don't worry! Leave it to us." The wizard patted his chest, took out a whistle from his pocket, and blew it "beep". No one came over after blowing for a long time. He said dejectedly: "My whistle Colleagues should all be knocked out..."

Felix pointed in the direction he came from. "I found some people and put them in that direction."

"Moore! Keen! Come with me!" the wizard shouted, and before he left he couldn't help saying: "It's an honor to fight with you, Mr. Hemp."

"We're going to help put out the fire." Mr. Weasley said, he called Bill and Charlie away, Sirius thought for a while, and greeted Felix: "I'll go find Harry and the others."

Felix nodded to him, walked around the camp, rescued some injured people, and notified Lupine and Cremi with the Patronus, and everyone rushed over, along with the mother and child .

"Thank you, thank you—" the young mother kept thanking her.

When they returned to the battle site, there were already hundreds of wizards from the Ministry of Magic, and they were methodically sorting out these thugs and taking them away.

Fudge kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, with a mixture of fear and disgust on his face, "Take them all away! Ask them about their nationality and identity, and report them to the Ministry of Magic! And these, these..."

He looked hesitantly at the hooded wizard who fell on the ground, unable to make a decision. He had just seen the faces of these people, and the familiar faces made his stomach churn.

"Reporting to the Minister, these hooded people are the leaders of this riot, and they dragged the Roberts family out of the house. They were very frightened and are receiving memory therapy..."

Fudge's lips trembled, and he was very hesitant in his heart. Most of these hooded people were pure blood. If they were all sentenced according to the mastermind, they would be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least three to five months, but he would never want to get these people in the future. support.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

A camera shutter sounded, and clusters of purple smoke floated in mid-air.

Rita Skeeter excitedly commanded her assistants, "Here, here, and there... What did I see, fans who failed in the Quidditch World Cup took the lead in making trouble, bullying Muggles for fun..." Her mouth I almost laughed crookedly.

"Did you take that picture of Mr. Hemp standing in the crowd?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Only the back view." Her photographer said.

"That's fine, we can do a series—"

Fudge's fingers trembled, "When did they come? Get rid of them! No, wait—" He rolled his eyes and whispered to the secretary: "Confiscate their photos, don't destroy them, keep them in secret."

Walsh Cedric from the Minister of Magic's Advisory Office nodded and walked towards Rita Skeeter, "Ma'am, the matter is still under investigation, and the photos you took will be used as important evidence..."

Rita Skeeter's argument rang out, but what did Walsh Cedric tell her, "...pure blood, you don't want to piss them off?"

Rita Skeeter blinked and thought for a while, "Well, you owe me a favor." With her back turned to Walsh Cedric, she waved to the photographer, leaving behind a stack of negatives, Replacing the remaining roll with a new one, she turned and shook the negative in her hand at Walsh Cedric, who was about to reach for it when it was reduced to ashes.

"Skeeter, you—" Walsh Cedric snapped.

Rita Skeeter said slyly: "I'm going to let them take my favor, don't you think, Mr. Cedric?"

On the edge of the woods, the three of Harry joined Ginny and the Weasley twins, and they were rushing over. They squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, searching for the figures of Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie and Sirius, who had helped maintain the Order went.

But the people from the Ministry of Magic formed a row to separate the scene inside, and everyone couldn't see clearly, so they could only stand on tiptoe to try to see something.

Hermione asked softly, "Did you see Professor Haip?"

"He should have left," said Harry, "I watched him leave and there was no injury."

"Cool!" said Ron in admiration. "He beat a bunch of them all by himself, and the wizards were like headless chickens to him, or Billywigs without their stingers, no threat at all."

Hermione said seriously: "That's because the professor used more than one kind of ancient magic. Did you see the golden shield, which blocked hundreds of spells, and then he kept using Apparation to dodge it, which is really too dangerous..."

Harry said, "It's not dodging, it's looking for opportunities. It's a tactic. I tried to replicate it when I played dueling games with Sirius in the summer vacation, but unfortunately—"

Hermione said disapprovingly, "That's dangerous, Harry. Apparition is difficult to cast continuously, let alone cast quickly."

"I know, but once I learn it..." Harry didn't continue, but looked at the scene meaningfully. From the gaps in the bodies of the Ministry of Magic staff, he could see hundreds of people lying crookedly on the ground. wizard.

it is more than words.

On the other side, the team of reversing accidental magic incidents came. Based on the various "damaged limbs" left at the scene, they found those people who failed to apparate and were nailed in place.

Ron looked around, trying to see what was there: "Arms, thighs, what are those... bloody!" He was suddenly patted on the head from behind, it was Mr. Weasley who rushed over, his Behind them were Bill and Charlie, with Sirius smiling at Harry from the other side.

"Don't look around, and be careful of nightmares." Mr. Weasley said, they were dirty and scorched by the fire.

"I'm just curious, tell me if they stay—" Ron said, stopped, as if attracted by something, he looked at Charlie, his mouth grew a little bit, he pointed at Charlie: " Eyes, eyes—moving!"

"What?" Charlie looked at him inexplicably, and Weasley glanced at Charlie, pulling him aside hastily.

On the top of Charlie's head was a brown eye, rolling in terror.There was a "crash" around, and Harry's heart was pounding.Mr. Weasley yelled, "Arnold! There's another one over here! Disapparation!"

A sturdy wizard ran over, took a look, and grinned, "There are still some blood vessels... If you leave him alone..." He made a gesture of 'squirting' towards his eyes.

Mr. Weasley frowned. "There are children here."

"Oh, I'm sorry—come here, two people!" The wizard named Arnold shouted back, and soon, two people came over, and they circled the eyeball, pointing at it with their wands, "Let me go." Arnold said that under the terrified eyes of everyone, he grabbed the eyeball and squeezed it, as if he wanted to crush it.

"boom!"

He disappeared along with the eyeball.

"Just wait, he'll be back in a while." The wizard next to him said casually, and yawned heavily, "I have to work overtime again today."

Ron swallowed hard. He was a little nauseated, as if he had swallowed something greasy, and couldn't help retching. Harry and Hermione's expressions were also uncomfortable.

The twins were very close, and Ron had shown them his inexperienced apparation before, and they planned to learn it in advance.

On the other side, a heavyweight appeared.

Barty Crouch said grimly, "Excuse me, step aside." He pushed his way through the crowd, squeezing his way like a stone into the circle of the Ministry of Magic.

"Crouch?" Fudge was furious when he saw him, and originally wanted to ask him about the strangeness, but such a big accident happened, and he had already thrown all these thoughts away.

"I put you in charge of the safety of the Quidditch World Cup, where have you been!"

"Go and track down those masked men," Crouch said bluntly.

Harry stared at the back of Barty Crouch's head from behind, not only to make sure that the scar on his forehead still hurt, but also to see if he could see an ugly face that belonged to Voldemort.

Sirius also looked at him with searching eyes, the godfather and godson watched for a long time, Harry shook his head at Sirius, this time there was no reaction.

(End of this chapter)