This Hogwarts is not normal

The riots caused by the Dark Mark were not easily quelled, and when Vincent and Dumbledore returned, the Ministry of Magic was still struggling to maintain order.

Umbridge, who was rushing in the front, had her pink coat covered with dirty handprints. No one knew who had such a strong taste.

Fudge, on the other hand, stood far behind her with a heavy heart, probably trying to find a way to make up for the fact that Peter Pettigrew had been rescued.

In that extremely bloody wizard war, every time someone was killed by Voldemort or the Death Eaters, a Dark Mark would appear in the sky.

For wizards who have experienced it, this is a fear that is deeply engraved in their bones.

Even though no one was killed this time, Peter Pettigrew was indeed rescued.

The reappearance of the Death Eaters could certainly not be concealed.

As soon as Vincent and Dumbledore came back, Sirius and the other two came over with anxious looks on their faces.

"Did you find him?"

"No, they burned away all traces with Fiendfyre."

Sirius clenched his fists tightly, "Damn it! How could this happen!"

Although Lupin was silent, his eyes were full of anger.

Not to mention Harry, no one could compare to his anger when the enemy who killed his parents was rescued.

Vincent glanced at Dumbledore meaningfully and said, "I have to go visit my family. You two can chat slowly."

The prophecy cannot be kept hidden forever, and now is a good opportunity to speak it out.

Dumbledore took the hint, but didn't raise his Elder Wand to block out the surrounding noise until Vincent was among the throng.

"Harry, Remus, Sirius, I have something very important to tell you."

On the other side, Vincent quickly pushed through the panicked crowd and came to his family.

The fathers stood outside acting as human shields, their clothes and hair a little messy.

The mothers and children huddled inside, well protected.

Vincent glanced at the still crowded crowd around him and went over to serve as a meat shield.

People can do anything when they are panicked.

Even though wizards can use magic, they are not much better than Muggles.

Even though the Dark Mark had disappeared, they still insisted on squeezing back to the Potter Monument from the village entrance.

If Dumbledore hadn't intervened in time, they might have unintentionally toppled the entire monument.

"Remove the Anti-Apparition Spell for me! I want to take my wife and kids home now!"

Umbridge was pushed to the ground by an angry wizard and tried to stand up but was knocked back by another.

When she finally stood up with difficulty, her dirty pink coat was already tattered and her exquisite hairstyle was a mess like a bird's nest.

"Stand still!" she yelled, but no one listened to her.

Fudge, who saw this scene from a distance, whispered something to an Auror beside him.

It wasn't long before the anti-Apparition spell that sealed off the entirety of Godric's Hollow was lifted.

The panicked wizards took out their wands and fled the scene as if they saw hope. In less than 2 minutes, there were only a few figures left at the crowded scene.

Vincent and the fathers finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Fudge on the other side also breathed a sigh of relief.

If the crowd continues like this, there will be a high probability of a stampede or even casualties.

By that time, the situation of the Ministry of Magic will only become more serious.

Peter Pettigrew was rescued during his execution, and the damn Dark Mark was broadcast to wizards all over Britain.

This matter can no longer be covered up, but the matter of finding prisoners from Azkaban to impersonate others must be covered up.

If the public knew the truth, they would probably destroy the Ministry of Magic immediately.

"Minister!" Umbridge limped towards Fudge.

One of her shoes was missing, and the white stockings on her short legs were torn.

If it weren't for her voice that no one could imitate, Fudge would have thought she was a homeless person.

The Senior Deputy Minister of the Ministry of Magic turned out to be like this, alas...

Fudge looked at Umbridge in front of him with red eyes and subconsciously moved slightly to the side.

He seemed to be hesitant to speak, but finally said comfortingly: "Dolores, you have worked hard."

Umbridge cried out, "Minister, the foundation of our Ministry of Magic is the general public. As long as it is for their good, I don't feel tired at all!"

Vincent, who was standing far away, felt a little nauseous when he heard this.

There are outsiders here. Can't we go back to the office and say these hypocritical compliments behind closed doors?

Fudge pretended to pat her dirty shoulder. "Dolores, we all see your contribution to the Ministry of Magic. Don't worry, we will not treat any good official who has done his duty unfairly."

Umbridge burst into tears and was so moved that she said, "Thank you, Minister, thank you, Ministry of Magic. I will definitely keep working hard!"

"Ugh..." Fred and George put their hands down their throats and started retching.

What was very strange was that Molly did not react to the twins' antics and looked a little absent-minded.

Perhaps the reappearance of the Dark Mark reminded her of something sad.

Although the friends were amused by the twins, even though they had not experienced the wizarding war, they all understood what the green mark meant.

Sirius and Lupin came over with Harry, and the faces of the three of them were extremely heavy.

Dumbledore came to Fudge after telling them the prophecy.

Even the most powerful wizard in the magic world failed to track him down, so it will be difficult to find "Peter Pettigrew" in the short term.

If the fake ones are like this, the real ones that can transform into mice through Animagus are even harder to find.

Umbridge, who was crying a second ago, suddenly had a gloomy face.

The reason why she worked so hard to maintain order at the scene just now was because it was her idea.

Now not only the real thing was lost, but also the fake one in Azkaban.

Judging from Fudge's expression, which was much gloomier than hers, she, like Scrimgeour, should be held responsible for what happened today.

If you want to do well in official circles, you must constantly improve your acting skills.

Umbridge forced out two more tears and looked at Fudge pitifully.

After Dumbledore left, she looked like a brave warrior who had sacrificed herself for the better.

"Minister, I..."

Fudge waved his hand to interrupt her, "Don't say anything, we should appease the people first before considering other things."

The lack of direct accountability means there is still a glimmer of hope.

Umbridge turned serious. "Minister, I'll go and tidy up my appearance first."

Fudge nodded, then glanced at the wizards who were still here.

Weasley, Greengrass, Scamander, Diggory, Longbottom, Black...

They are all well-known pure-blood families, and Wayne, the rising star of the wizarding world, is also here.

Fudge put on a false smile and strode towards them.

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