Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 470 Acquaintance

 The previous hour or so had been difficult enough for Cedric and the others in the box with the fire dragon.

 But compared with Kreacher, this kind of suffering is nothing to mention.

Kreacher never expected that he just went out to get a bucket of water, but when he came back, everyone in the tent was gone. Then the wizards in the camp started fighting again, and all kinds of dangerous spells were flying everywhere.

Especially when the Death Curse appeared, the poor elf was almost frightened to death on the spot.

It's not that he cares about Connor that much, the main thing is that Regulus still needs Snape's help now...

In order to make Regulus look more like a human being rather than a monster, nothing could happen to Kangna, not even a scratch.

 So, the frightened elf began to cry while searching for the whereabouts of Kangna.

 In more than an hour, he inspected almost every tent, fought off more than a dozen wizards who blocked the way, and almost turned the entire camp over.

 Fortunately, when he was about to despair, he finally heard Kangna's voice again.

In order to prevent something like this from happening again, Kreacher immediately stepped forward and took her away as soon as he entered the tent.

The whole process was highlighted by a vigorous and resolute manner, and Kangna didn't even have time to say a word to anyone else.

 “This…” The others looked at each other in confusion.

"Okay, we have to go back." Mr. Weasley said, "The Dark Mark appeared over the camp. I think this matter will be spread soon. In order not to worry your parents, it's better to do it as soon as possible. It’s better to go back.”

With that said, Mr. Weasley stood up and left the tent, "I'm going to see if I can get a door key in advance. You guys stay here and don't run around."

 …

“The Dark Mark?” After Mr. Weasley left, Harry wondered: “Is it the skull pattern in the sky? What is it?”

"The mark of the mysterious man." Bill said, "It was also the thing that people were most afraid of seeing more than ten years ago. Generally, wherever there is a dark mark, it means that the mysterious man has come."

 “But You-Know-Who is dead,” Harry said.

"But the Death Eaters are still there." Bill thought of the Malfoys again, "What we saw tonight should be the remnants of these people... They somehow escaped and were not imprisoned in Azkaban."

“But that’s the end of it.” Charlie said with a smile: “They were caught red-handed, and both the men and women took away the stolen goods, and Principal Maxim testified. Haha.”

Charlie took a sip of water happily. In fact, he wanted to drink some wine. Unfortunately, there was no hot cocoa here, so he could only drink water.

 “It’s a good thing you weren’t in the woods at the time.”

Bill adjusted his ponytail that had been spread out for a long time and said: "Death Eaters are cruel and merciless guys. If you happen to be around when he changes the Dark Mark, then... Oops."

"But... why would the Death Eaters conjure up the Dark Mark?" Hermione said slowly, "I mean, what's the point, just to scare people?"

"Who knows." Bill shrugged. "Maybe he drank a little too much and couldn't help but want to have a pleasant little party... They often did that before Voldemort fell." There was a trace of disgust on his face.

Harry didn't hear what was said behind him. His head was buzzing and he unconsciously came outside the tent. He looked up at the skull pattern in the sky and was lost in thought. He didn't know what he was thinking.

 Half an hour later, Mr. Weasley finally returned.

 Not just him, there are also Fudge, Crouch, Bagman, etc., and many officials from the Ministry of Magic.

They quickly walked into the tent, pulling Harry along to greet him.

Mr. Weasley just let it slip, and now they knew that Harry Potter was almost killed. At that time, Fudge's face turned pale with fright. He had never been so scared even when he saw the Dark Mark.

If Harry was really killed by Death Eaters under the nose of the Ministry of Magic, he would be inundated with howling letters.

Fudge was followed by Crouch. He grabbed Harry's shoulders, his face was horribly white, and his hands and toothbrush-like mustache were twitching!

 “Where is the man who wants to kill you?” he asked.

 “In the woods,” said Harry.

 “Do you still know the way?” Crouch asked.     "Recognize."

 “Well, take us there…”

 After that, the group came to the woods where they were before.

The Ministry of Magic employee responsible for registration who was knocked unconscious by Kyle before was still lying under a tree.

 After seeing that person, Crouch seemed to be less nervous all of a sudden, his expression became much normal, and he returned to his original meticulous look.

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, stepped forward to check, and then took out a bottle of potion and poured it on his face.

“It’s not Polyjuice Potion,” he told Fudge and Crouch. “It feels like Imperius Curse.”

“We can’t draw conclusions so early.” Crouch said coldly, “Wake him up and bring him back to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation.”

 Several beaters came over and took the man away.

"Minister." At this time, Mr. Weasley came over and said, "It is too dangerous for Harry to stay here. If possible, I hope to take him back immediately."

"No." Crouch said with a straight face, "We need to know more details. He can't leave yet."

"Barty, I think this can wait until we go to the Ministry of Magic to talk about it later. It doesn't have to be here." A witch wearing a woolen dressing gown said, "This child is frightened. It's good to let him calm down, maybe it will be better." I can recall more details.”

"Ah, yes, you're right." Fudge fiddled with his hat.

 The person next to me immediately understood and brought an old tire.

Fudge took it and handed it to Mr. Weasley, then looked at Harry and said: "My child, remember to come to the Ministry of Magic later. How about tomorrow? Before that, you can think about what happened. The more detailed the better. ."

Harry, who was not sure what he was talking about, glanced at Mr. Weasley and nodded after seeing that he had no objection.

Although Crouch was dissatisfied, Fudge had already made his decision, and he had no choice but to turn around and leave with a cold face.

The others also left, leaving only a few Aurors standing guard nearby.

Before leaving, Fudge told Mr. Weasley not to forget to take Harry to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow.

Mr. Weasley agreed, and they gathered around the tire to return to Stoat Hill.

While waiting, Kyle looked up at the door key distribution point not far away.

 The queue is longer than before, and people are still pouring in one after another.

 People want to leave here as soon as possible. If they line up normally, they may not be able to leave even at noon.

 “Ten seconds, everyone, get ready,” Mr. Weasley said.

 Everyone has their hands on the tires.

Kyle finally turned his head and glanced in the direction of the camp.

Now that the crisis has been resolved, more and more people began to return to the camp one after another to check whether their tents had been destroyed. For a while, angry curses broke out one after another.

Suddenly, Kyle suddenly saw a familiar face flashing among the crowd.

 Golden hair, bright peacock blue robes, and teeth that still shine in the dark.

Gilderoy Lockhart?

Kyle rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, but with just a blink of his eye, the other party had disappeared.

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 (End of this chapter)