Chinese students at Hogwarts

Winky was missing, which was about the worst of all.

In other words, something did happen to Barty Crouch Jr.

It's possible that Barty Crouch Sr. discovered that his son was at risk of losing control and wiped out the stain on the family without hesitation.

By the way, let the house elf who has been protecting little Barty and unable to distinguish his own position disappear.

But there is another possibility that Barty Jr. is out of control. So what is Barty Sr.'s stance?

Not far away, the Weasley family tent was shaking. Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie ran out one after another, looking around blankly.

Zhang Xiao pondered for a while and then made a decision:

"Twinkle is missing - not sure whether he is dead or not. Rain, please pay attention to the elves. If there are any clues about Twinkle, report them immediately."

Yuyu nodded heavily, even he could hear the solemnity in Zhang Xiao's voice at this moment, and said loudly:

"Yuyu knows!"

Zhang Xiao let go of his hand, took a step forward, and fell straight down from a height of tens of meters. When he got close to the ground, he landed as gently as a feather.

He shook the robe on his body, turned his wrist, and the wand disappeared. Then he took steps towards the tent.

The Weasley family's tent was close to the edge of the camp. The riot in the center of the camp was ruthlessly suppressed not long after it started.

So apart from the screams and explosions, Harry and the others had no idea what was going on.

I could only stand at the door of the tent, holding my wand, looking around nervously and confusedly, trying to figure out what was going on.

When they saw Zhang Xiao coming from the woods, several people immediately greeted him and raised their own questions:

"Zhang, what happened?"

"We heard screaming and crying!"

"Someone else was screaming and running into the woods, just in their pajamas."

"There seems to be a fire in the center of the camp——"

"Someone said Death Eaters attacked the camp!"

"Dad asked us to be careful. He said he was going to maintain order."

This chaotic sound sounded together, which made people feel a little dizzy. Zhang Xiao stretched out his hand to stop everyone's questions:

"It's nothing. It was a farce. It has subsided. It's just that some people are causing trouble. I guess it will be mentioned in the Daily Prophet tomorrow."

"farce?"

Zhang Xiao nodded. It was really a farce. The response speed of the Ministry of Magic was too fast, a bit too fast - a bit beyond the norm.

Generally speaking, it takes time to discover a commotion, determine the source of the commotion, assemble personnel, issue orders, and coordinate the sequence.

But the Ministry of Magic didn't. This reaction was so fast that it seemed unreal. It was as if they had been prepared and waiting for a riot to happen.

interesting!

"So it's okay, go back to sleep!"

After only a few hours of sleep, Mr. Weasley woke them up.

He used magic to pack the tent into his backpack, and they left the camp as quickly as possible, seeing Mr. Roberts standing at the door of his little stone hut on the way.

"Sigh - they were tortured so much that even the Forgetting Curse couldn't completely eliminate the fear of that night."

Mr. Weasley sighed, and they were striding towards the swamp. Mr. Roberts kept waving behind them, looking strange and dazed, and kept shouting "Merry Christmas."

Everyone felt uncomfortable, and they walked in silence with their heads lowered.

"Those people will be severely punished by the law. Torturing Muggles is a serious crime!"

Hermione bit her lip and said muffledly, not knowing whether to tell others or herself.

"Yes, Susan (Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement) is a selfless person."

Mr. Weasley said briefly, and then continued to move forward in silence.

As they approached the place where the door-key was, they heard many people making an eager noise;

Walking a little further, they found that a large number of wizards had surrounded Basil, the portkey keeper, and they were all clamoring to leave the camp as soon as possible.

Mr. Weasley and Basil discussed it in a few words, and everyone stood in the queue. Finally, before the sun rose, they got an old tire, which they could rely on to return to Stoat Mountain.

In the twilight of dawn they passed through the village of Ottery-St. Catchpole and followed the wet path toward the Burrow. Everyone said little along the way because they were all terribly tired and all they wanted to do was get breakfast as quickly as possible.

Just after turning a corner, she saw Mrs. Weasley standing on the path holding a newspaper and looking around.

Seeing that everyone had returned intact, Mrs. Weasley breathed a long sigh of relief, walked over and hugged her husband:

"Oh, thank God, thank God!"

She shook the newspaper: "The Daily Prophet said that there was a riot in the camp. It was started by the Death Eaters. It was suppressed in time so that the people did not have to worry. But the news I heard said that the chaos was huge."

"It's okay, Molly, you see we are all fine." Mr. Weasley patted his wife on the back and said gently.

Zhang Xiao stepped forward to take the Daily Prophet, and the little wizards surrounding him immediately gathered around him.

"Death Eaters are back again, and the Ministry of Magic reacts quickly." Harry frowned and read the headline of the newspaper in a low voice.

Hermione continued:

".Although the Death Eaters tried to provoke riots at the Quidditch World Cup camp, under the leadership of Minister Barty Crouch, the Ministry of Magic fully demonstrated its strength.

They quickly arrived at the scene just minutes after the riot broke out and successfully quelled the riot.

It is said that there were about 20 people involved in the riot, and the Ministry of Magic will give them a fair trial."

Below is a huge photo of Crouch. He has a determined expression and is waving his fists, looking very powerful. There is a line of small words below the photo.

"Minister Crouch gave a speech: We will never give in and fight the mysterious man to the end!"

"Haha, it's just a political show." Malfoy curled his lips disdainfully. Ever since he met Zhang, he had scorned these things.

Ron scratched his head and said: "I think it's okay. You see, at least everyone's evaluation is good. If Minister Crouch can really persevere - I mean it's better to have the Ministry of Magic to fight against the mysterious man than just Deng." It’s fine for Bullide to be alone.”

Zhang Xiao nodded, that's right, even if it's just a show, it's better than doing nothing.

forget about it! Have breakfast and then take a nap!

Harry took the newspaper and looked at the small photo in the corner. It was a photo of the camp's Muggle administrator and his family floating in the air and being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse.

His heart suddenly clenched as he inexplicably thought of Petunia and Dudley who were also suffering from the Cruciatus Curse in the church.

With tears in her eyes, Petunia wanted to touch the scars on Dudley's face, but she pulled back when she saw the horrific bruises and swelling.

She said tremblingly: "No. Isn't it a school activity? Why is it like this?"

With half of his face swollen, Dudley lowered his head and quietly pulled his sleeves to heal more scars on his body.

Pretending to be hungry, he wolfed down the pie and said vaguely:

"Mom, I'm participating in boxing training. It's okay. It just looks scary."

"But-" Petunia wanted to say something else, but Dudley had already wiped his mouth, picked up his schoolbag, and ran away as if running away.

"I still have to go to training, so let's go first, mom!"

Petunia watched Dudley's figure disappear outside the door, her lips licked twice, she put down her knife and fork, and was lost in thought.

"Hiss" On the roadside outside the door, Dudley rubbed his cheek and inhaled repeatedly in pain. He ignored the strange looks of passers-by and hurriedly walked towards Smelting.

When he arrived at the door of the familiar chapel, Dudley instinctively felt a sense of fear in his heart.

He touched the scars on his face, gritted his teeth and pushed open the door and walked in.

In the secret basement of the church, six torches that ignited the holy flame were burning brightly, illuminating the dark space like daylight.

Edward seemed to be asleep while lying in the rocking chair. Dudley carefully put down his schoolbag and picked up a vest from the corner.

The vest looked light and airy, but when he held it, the muscles in his arms tensed up.

He struggled to put on this heavy vest, and when he touched the wound, he inevitably grinned and sucked in the cold air.

But even so, he didn't dare to make a sound, lest he wake up the "Devil in Armani".

Yes, devil. In less than half a month, Edward successfully changed his image from a handsome and mysterious handsome uncle to a suspected devil.

The remaining time was just for Dudley to confirm the matter.

"You're here? You're five minutes late. You don't understand the rules-"

Edward opened his eyes and found that Dudley had put on the overweight vest. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, it seems you do understand."

Dudley looked at the old man in front of him and thought of his dark weight loss training, fighting training, and fighting training...

"Squats, 50 jump frogs, I know."

With a low grunt, Dudley started the punishing training with his hands behind his back.

The movements are so standard that you can't find a single fault. It's not that you don't want to, but you really don't dare to be sloppy. If you find faults, you have to start from the beginning. Who can bear it?

After completing the fifty squat frog jumps, Dudley felt as if he had just been fished out of the water. Sweat dripped down his chin. After a while, there was a large puddle of water under his feet.

"Love Edward. I'm fine."

Dudley stood unsteadily on the spot. He felt that his legs were no longer his own. He felt dizzy and his eyes turned white.

"Drink it!" Edward came over at some point, holding a crystal clear crystal bottle in his hand.

Inside is a gorgeous liquid like liquid gold.

"What is this?"

Dudley shook his head, feeling a little more comfortable, took the crystal bottle, and looked through it curiously.

"Holy medicine." Edward shrugged: "Child, we can't just let you fight against evil heretics. That will undoubtedly lead to death. Holy medicine can improve your body, so don't die so quickly."

Well, Dudley frowned for a moment, then raised his head and drank it.

An extremely spicy smell hit his mouth and nose. Dudley threw away the bottle, grabbed his throat and coughed violently. He seemed to hear his heart beating violently.

It seemed like it could pop out of my chest at any moment, and my eyes were filled with blood.

Edward squinted his eyes and watched in anticipation as Dudley's exposed skin turned red, and then the cyan blood vessels burst out, and golden streams of light moved rapidly in the blood vessels.

"Come on, kid, you can do it. After all, you even survived the hell training." Edward murmured.

Then the light disappeared. Dudley put down his hands in surprise and stood up slowly. He looked at his hands in disbelief and felt infinite power surging in his body.

Even the vest that had not been taken off had lost its weight.

"What's going on?" He tried to make a fist, and strength emerged spontaneously.

"I've told you, this is the holy medicine - some people in ancient times called it a test. If you fail the test, you will -"

Edward pinched his fingers together, and then suddenly opened them: "Bang!"

Dudley's eyes widened and turned red, and waves of fear surged in his heart before he could attack.

Edward frowned again and said, "What are you thinking? Why is it called Holy Medicine now instead of a trial? Because it's safe, idiot!"

ah? Yes. Is that so?

Dudley's anger quickly disappeared again. He scratched his head, stood in front of Edward, and muttered:

"Okay, what are we training for today?"

"Don't worry, let's test it." Edward rubbed his hands and took out the record book: "Let's test the speed first, then the strength and reaction nerves."

"Something's wrong -" Edward stared at the record book in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed tightly. Dudley stretched his head over and asked curiously: "What's wrong? Is it stronger than expected?"

This shit is beyond imagination! Edward rolled his eyes covertly and almost scratched his head. Dudley's current physical fitness was undoubtedly the top among human beings in all aspects.

It has indeed been strengthened - but the problem is that the same holy medicine is at least twice as effective on other people as Dudley! Ok even twice as much!

This. This is not the Holy Light! But the holy medicine has indeed had an effect again. So far, the holy medicine has maintained a dazzling record.

This little bottle of potion is already the church’s last glory.

"Pah!" Edward closed the notebook and let out a long sigh. If he didn't understand, then he wouldn't think about it.

He threw the notebook aside and rolled up his sleeves.

"It's time to break away from rigid training. Let's play something new today."

Edward came to the thing covered with white cloth, his eyes sharpened.

"Dudley, do you know how fast those evil wizards cast spells?"

He suddenly pulled off the white cloth, revealing a strange-looking machine that made a muffled 'buzz' sound.

A black shadow flew straight towards Dudley's face with a sharp 'whoosh' sound.

In this unforgettable moment, Dudley felt that everything seemed to slow down. He turned his head instinctively, only to feel that the broken hair beside his ears was stirred up by the air waves caused by the black shadow.

Edward smiled and raised a finger:

"Boy, that's so fast."

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