Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

Ivan gently stroked the trembling Hermione, just when he thought everything was over, the accident happened again.

The events of this evening are not over, the fear is not over.

As if ready to stimulate the fragile nerves of the wizards, a huge green shiny thing rose from the ruins of the building and flew into the air.

In the next second, a huge skeleton appeared beside Ivan and Hermione.

This skull is composed of countless green star-like things, and a large python emerges from the skull's mouth like a tongue.

Under Ivan's gaze, the skeleton rose higher and higher.

Blinding in a cloud of green smog, against the dark night sky, like a new constellation.

It lit up most of the sky like a scary neon sign.

Aiwen, Hermione, the stone giant standing quietly under the two, and the ruins, complemented the skulls in the night sky.

It seems that they should appear in a picture in the first place.

Because this terrifying skull represents the power of destruction and the deepest fear in the souls of wizards.

In the stadium, the crowd that had calmed down burst into screams again.

They screamed loudly, once again rushed to the sidelines, fled, and panic returned.

This time, it was even more obvious than the commotion caused by the vampires before.

"Oh my God, this is the Dark Mark!" Hermione moaned, holding Ivan's arm tightly, "Voldemort's symbol!"

Of course Voldemort couldn't appear here, Ivan knew what was going on.

Almost at the same time as the Dark Mark was issued, he felt Barty Crouch Jr. inside the ruins!

Needless to say, Voldemort and the vampires' plan to rescue him inside the Creech tent failed.

No one would have guessed that Barty Crouch Sr. would let a house-elf take his son to a Quidditch match.

Considering the character of Barty Crouch, and Barty Crouch Jr.'s status as a fugitive, this is incredible.

When the vampires were about to storm the box, Barty Crouch Jr. was led by the house-elf Winky to escape from the box, but not too far.

Winky's order was to stay in the box, she couldn't have left too far, and she didn't Apparate.

The long-term captivity has made Barty Crouch Jr. extremely weak and has yet to recover his strength.

However, he stole Harry's wand in the box.

Escape with this wand wasn't even on the mind of this crazy guy.

After seeing Aiwen steal the limelight, he directly used it to promote the power of his master and provoke Aiwen.

He wants everyone to realize who is the most powerful and terrifying wizard in the world.

And his purpose is achieved, Barty Crouch Jr. successfully caused panic, reminding everyone of the horrors of Voldemort.

All Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors quickly approached the ruins, and the red light of the Stunning Spell was shining everywhere.

Ivan clearly saw that Barty Crouch, who had been missing tonight, was rushing forward.

The Ministry of Magic has lost all face tonight, and they desperately need to express themselves.

Ai Wen didn't know, how would Crouch feel when he saw that the enemy he was about to face was his own son? !

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 13-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. "You don't have to think about it. They must think it's all the Ministry's fault, but who can... 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 argued 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 [-] 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 making a judgment!" Scrimgeour continued. "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.

Chapter 491 Harry's Wand

"Elf!" Scrimgeour asked sternly, "do you know who I am? I'm the Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic!"

Winky started rocking back and forth on the ground, her breathing interrupted by violent sobs!

She nearly passed out again when she heard that Scrimgeour was an Auror.

"Just now, someone conjured the Dark Mark here." Scrimgeour asked sharply, pointing steadily at Winky with his wand, "After a while, we found you, just under the mark! You need to give Let us explain!"

"I, I, I didn't, sir!" gasped Winky, "I don't know how to change, sir!"

"You were found with a wand in your hand!" Scrimgeour said impatiently, taking the wand from someone else and waving it. "Tell me, where did you get this wand? Yes or no……"

Harry, who was standing in the crowd, suddenly said in surprise, "That's mine, sir!"

Everyone turned around quickly, looking at the bewildered Harry.

"What did you just say?!" Scrimgeour's face was full of shock and doubt, "This is your wand?!"

"That's my wand!" said Harry, swallowing. "I lost it!"

"Hmph, did you throw it away? Are you confessing?" Scrimgeour snorted heavily, his eyes sharp, as if he was about to swallow Harry alive, "After the mark is conjured, throw the wand Lost?!"

"Scrimgeour, watch your words!" Sirius growled, "Think who you are talking to, could it be that Harry Potter will turn the Dark Mark?!"

"Sirius Black!" Scrimgeour said with a trace of surprise, "This kid is Harry Potter?!"

His sharp eyes quickly glanced at Sirius and Ivan, and then fell on Harry again.

"We all saw him riding a broom in the sky just now, trying to save Ivan and Hermione, they are dueling the dark wizard!" Sirius said angrily, "This is what you Aurors should do, But tonight it all depends on a few children. Now say, Harry conjured the Dark Mark?!"

He also drew his wand, confronting Scrimgeour.

"Don't get excited, Blake!" said Fudge hastily. "Of course Harry can't conjure the mark, we all know that. Rufus was just asking Harry, when did he lose his wand?"

"Shortly after the chaos started, I thought it had landed in the box."

Hearing Harry talk about the box, Scrimgeour's face became even more unnatural, which has now been turned into ruins.