Hogwarts: Harry's Path to Witches

Chapter 267 Your knowledge is too shallow, young people

It wasn't until everything ended that the Ministry of Magic employees who were watching around dared to jog all the way to Harry's vicinity.

At this time, Sirius beside Harry didn't react at all. He just opened his mouth wide and watched as his goddaughter dealt with the thugs neatly.

"This...isn't this right..." Sirius took a few seconds to recover from his stiffness.

He rubbed his eyes hard, "How could these scum be dealt with so easily? Am I probably dreaming?"

He just thought that his goddaughter was very powerful, but he didn't expect that she was so strong!

At this time, there were several ear-piercing "pops" in the distance.

The gathered wizards immediately turned around cautiously, as the magic spell could fly out from the tip of the wand at any time.

After all, everyone was afraid that the thugs who had escaped earlier would suddenly return and fight back.

However, after seeing the person clearly, the employees of the Ministry of Magic breathed a sigh of relief and lowered their wands.

Because the wizards who had just arrived through Apparition were Fudge, Amelia Burns, Rufus Scrimgeour and many other senior officials from the Ministry of Magic as well as an elite Auror team.

"What's going on?" Fudge shouted loudly as soon as he landed.

"I heard that some people were drunk and causing trouble here, and it suddenly rained heavily, so they showed up..."

The rest of his words were stuck in his throat, and he stared dumbly at the ice sculpture exhibition in front of him:

"This...this...this...what is this! Who did it!"

"As you can see, my dear Minister of Magic," Harry bowed slightly, "this is the rioting wizards."

"Allow me to describe to you what happened."

"I was playing Wizard's chess with my friends in the tent earlier, and by the way, we talked about Hogwarts summer homework."

"It turns out the noise outside bothered us."

"I thought it was someone who was too excited about Ireland's win and proud of England and was ready to celebrate all night long."

"But when I went to check the situation, I found that these thugs were not celebrating, but were using magic spells to destroy the surrounding tents and public facilities, and torturing the innocent camp administrator's family..."

With that said, Harley pointed at the Roberts family.

These four poor people were also caught in the heavy rain earlier, but Harley deliberately controlled the cold air and did not let them turn into ice sculptures.

Now the four Muggles have landed smoothly under the magic of the Ministry of Magic employees and are now unconscious.

"...As a Hogwarts student who loves the wizarding world, the land we live in, and even more peace, I naturally cannot tolerate this kind of thing happening."

"So I want to assist the employees of the Ministry of Magic in stopping these thugs."

"As a result, during this period, they suddenly came to me, threatened me verbally, and even used black magic to attack me."

"For my own safety, I had to use some ordinary magic to make the outermost thugs lose their fighting capacity in order to protect myself."

"However, a group of thugs seemed to have been well prepared and escaped by apparating with the help of house elves, so I couldn't keep them behind."

As he spoke, Harley sighed slightly, with a look of regret on his face.

The expression on Fudge's face kept changing as he listened to Harley's description of what had happened previously.

Finally, he swallowed hard, shook his head involuntarily, and said incoherently:

"Harry, my dear child...I think...I think there may be some misunderstanding here..."

"These guys were probably just drunk... plus Ireland won the championship... so they were a bit over the top... weren't they?"

"I think this is all just a misunderstanding... The Ministry of Magic can also compensate all the damaged tents here, or ask these drunkards to compensate... I mean..."

Sirius on the side suddenly said, firmly supporting Harry:

"Connelly, I can vouch for the surname Blake. Everything Harley said is true!"

"Not only that, this group of people also used various black magics on us before, except for the Death Curse. I think you can easily detect it by using the Flashback Curse."

Harry snapped his fingers in response and waved his wand at the same time, making a gesture.

All the ice layers on the ice sculpture in front of everyone disappeared, turning into magic power and dissipating in the air.

The people inside the ice instantly fell to the ground, letting out feeble wails, but unable to move.

The previous ice did not cause too serious damage to them under Harley's control.

However, their bodies become stiff in a short period of time and their loss of combat effectiveness is inevitable.

"Gili Klee! Werther! Ogsden!" Scrimgeour changed his face instantly, and said several names in succession.

His face looked a little ugly, and he explained to Fudge and Amelia in a low voice:

"These are old acquaintances from the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic. They are the kind of guys who everyone suspects are dark wizards and hang out in Knockturn Alley, but no direct evidence has been found yet."

"I also saw several pure-blood wizards who were once accused of being Death Eaters, but were cleared on the grounds that they were 'controlled by the Imperius Curse'."

Upon hearing the last words whispered by Scrimgeour, both Fudge and Amelia's pupils shrank sharply.

"Minister Fudge," Harry on the side pointed to the pile of wands scattered on the ground.

"I think if you use the flashback spell on any wand, you will get very good results."

"If nothing else, just so many Cruciatus Curses is a huge achievement for the Auror Office."

"No...I think this is not necessary..." Cold sweat broke out on Fudge's forehead.

While he was hurriedly wiping with his handkerchief, his eyes kept wandering, looking towards Amelia, Scrimgeour and others.

Amelia, who had been silent before, sighed and said to the patrolling Aurors surrounding her:

"Control these people first and bring them back to the Ministry of Magic for slow interrogation."

"I don't think it's necessary...it's clear at first sight, they just drank too much." Fudge suddenly regained his energy and hesitantly said,

"Actually, I think Crouch should be held accountable for this issue! As an important figure in charge of the Quidditch World Cup, how can he be responsible for appeasing the crowd's emotions!"

"Also, where is he now? Such a big thing happened, why didn't he show up?"

Fudge seemed to have found the outlet for his emotions and the transfer point of his conflicts, and his voice became louder and louder.

"What's wrong?" A stern voice suddenly came. Crouch and Ludo separated from the crowd and strode in.

"What happened? Secretary Fudge."

Someone from the crowd of onlookers immediately stepped forward and whispered to Crouch what had happened.

As the man told what happened, Crouch's face became more and more gloomy.

Finally, he waved his hand impatiently: "Thank you, Robster."

"And Fudge, don't blame everything on me!"

"You didn't go to say goodbye to the guests from the Bulgarian Ministry of Magic. You arranged this work for me and Ludo, and now you ask me why I wasn't there?"

"Besides, why don't you take these people back for interrogation? They look like thugs at first glance, and they are dark wizards!"

Fudge's expression changed. He had originally wanted to leave the job of sending away the losing guests who were in a bad mood to his archenemy, to trick Crouch.

As a result, Crouch said it directly now.

Why would he, a mere deputy director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, dare to speak to him like this?

Just as Fudge was about to reprimand, a green light suddenly cut through the darkness in the distant sky.

That ray of light exploded in the sky, forming a huge skeleton.

The skeleton as a whole is composed of countless turquoise, star-like things that are constantly blooming with fluorescence, and a large python emerges from the skull's mouth, as if a tongue is constantly shaking.

Under the gaze of a large number of wizards from several camps, the skeleton rose higher and higher, continuing to emit green smoke and blooming with dazzling light.

Against the dark night sky, the green skull looks like a brand new constellation.

It's a familiar symbol, but not many people cheered to see it again.

Because this is the symbol that symbolizes Voldemort, the Dark Mark!

There were bursts of screams from the camp in the distance, including many harsh and fear-filled wails from the crowd watching around here.

Fudge instantly turned pale, his body swayed violently, and he sat down on the ground.

He originally wanted to use the Quidditch World Cup to demonstrate the strength of the British Ministry of Magic, and by the way, increase his reputation and prepare for the next election.

This is why Fudge had been trying to characterize this incident as a commotion caused by a drunken wizard who failed to control his emotions.

After all, this is just an ordinary incident. Although it will bring some bad effects, it is generally harmless.

And if this incident is characterized as a riot, and these captured wizards are thugs and dark wizards, then it is a serious illegal incident.

Under his own governance, such a serious and vicious incident occurred... According to the principle of who is in power, who is responsible, Fudge has to bear a big blame.

Fudge didn't want to leave such a big stain on his political career, and he also recognized them. These were members of pure-blood families, and he couldn't offend them easily.

So he originally wanted to make this matter a big deal, but it turned into a trivial matter.

But now things are getting more and more serious. Just now, the Dark Mark that disappeared for so long reappeared.

The Dark Mark alone is not important. You can interpret it as someone playing a prank, or someone imitating a crime.

Individual riots can also be solved by paying a price, or they can be forcibly explained as foreign dark wizards taking advantage of the World Cup to sneak in and cause trouble.

I can also pass the responsibility to France and humiliate this mortal enemy severely. Ordinary wizards will probably accept it.

But now the Dark Mark appears and a riot breaks out in the camp. The true identities of the rioters are still dark wizards and former Death Eaters...

Even if I explain all this as coincidence, someone still has to believe it!

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Harley and Sirius didn't pay much attention to what happened next.

After collecting evidence for a while, the Aurors watched Harry leave the scene with awe-inspiring eyes.

The Ministry of Magic also sent Aurors to check the place where the Dark Mark was released.

But there was no one there, not even a trace of magic left.

This caused three fully armed Auror teams sent by the Ministry of Magic to rush into the air.

I don't know why, but when the news came back, the faces of the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic showed a hint of...rejoicing.

It was obvious that everyone was afraid of something happening, especially Fudge, who could hardly suppress the joy on his face.

After returning to the tent, the others had not returned, so Harley went back to look for them with Sirius.

Everyone kept busy until about two o'clock in the morning, and it was quiet until Mr. Weasley returned to the tent.

The Weasley twins asked their father about what happened that night in a roundabout way.

And Mr. Weasley didn’t hide anything and told the whole thing completely:

"...In the end Fudge could only agree to take these people back to the Ministry of Magic, but not imprison them in Azkaban for the time being."

"At the same time, he was also prepared to conceal the identities of those Death Eaters. After all, after most of the Death Eaters claimed to be controlled by the Imperius Curse and were cleared of their crimes, their identities were not made public, and ordinary wizards did not know about it either."

"Why? Dad." Percy couldn't help but ask, "And Mr. Crouch is very hateful. Didn't he intervene in this matter?"

"Why?" Mr. Weasley spread his hands,

"Fudge said it was for the sake of peace in the wizarding world and social stability, so we shouldn't spread terror."

"But we all know that he just wanted to look good. He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of foreign wizards, and by the way, he could regain some support from the uninformed masses."

"As for Crouch... Even if Crouch wants to intervene, what's the use?" Mr. Weasley asked,

"He made a big mistake in the first half of the year, and Fudge found an excuse to suppress him. Now his voice is not as good as before."

"Amelia and Scrimgeour do care about this matter, but they can only arrange for more Aurors to pay attention to this matter within the scope of their rights. There is nothing else they can do."

Mr. Weasley's words stunned his children, and Hermione on the side opened her mouth wide.

After all, Mr. Weasley's words are different from their traditional impression of the good old Fudge who is not smart and asks Professor Dumbledore for advice on everything.

Harry gently blew away the heat from the tea and took a sip.

These young people are still too ignorant!

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(Thanks to the two big guys "Nine-tailed Yanhu" and "Floating Life and Annihilation" for their rewards!)