Harry Potter: Glory Bows to Me

The people from the Ministry of Magic arrived very quickly.

After all, in addition to Fudge always wanting to rely on Dumbledore to get things done, there are also many children of Ministry of Magic officials studying at Hogwarts.

If any safety issues arise at Hogwarts, they will not be able to explain to the outside world.

Several wizards from the Abuse of Magic Office soon arrived at the scene, but their faces looked even more panicked than the students.

"Oh my God, what happened?"

"Doesn't the surface of the Golden Snitch usually have a lot of anti-curse spells? Merlin, although this has happened before, it's still unbelievable that it happened in Hogwarts."

"Jason, stop complaining, let's check for any signs of spells being used here."

They drew their wands and pointed them in various directions, muttering spells.

Large strands of golden threads slowly emerged in the air, crisscrossing densely over the entire Quidditch field.

An older wizard with a receding hairline shook his head.

"I'm afraid that won't work. There are too many traces of magic. After all, there are so many people sitting here... Let's get rid of everyone first."

"By the way, Moro, let's see what the Ministry says."

The young man called Moreau took out a piece of paper from his pocket and looked at it.

"The Ministry says they haven't found anything unusual - no reports of Tracing, which means no minors using magic outside of school..."

"They may have lost the ability to use magic, such as falling into a coma or having their wands broken... Also, be prepared for the worst." Jason's face was heavy.

"I think it's unlikely that they can stick to not using magic outside of school under these circumstances."

Moreau spat on the ground nervously.

"Wait a little longer, there might be a delay—"

Professor Trelawney was still sitting behind them, holding her crystal ball and muttering her prophecy crazily -

"Today is the most murderous day. The school is filled with the smell of blood..."

……

As soon as Draco and Harry arrived at the teacher's seat, Snape, with a gloomy face, grabbed their collars and carried them back to the Slytherin prefect.

"Take everyone back, and do not allow them to leave the common room. Count everyone according to the list."

Snape ordered.

The deans of other colleges also gave the same order to the prefects of their own colleges.

Draco and Harry returned to the Slytherin common room nervously. The common room was silent and the dim light reflected on everyone's frightened faces.

All that could be heard was the crackling of the wood fire in the fireplace and the dull sound of water in the Black Lake.

Their Quidditch players were kept by the professors, and the people from the Ministry of Magic needed to ask them some clues about today's game and the training in the past few days.

Harry couldn't sit still for a moment, and he paced back and forth around the sofa anxiously.

"Draco... I really can't stand being here. I can't do anything... Can we really trust those people in the Ministry of Magic?"

Sirio leaned over and interrupted coldly, "How dare you trust the people from the Ministry of Magic? Humph, they are just a bunch of good-for-nothings.

Draco rubbed his hands across his face and closed his eyes in annoyance.

“…I hate this feeling of powerlessness.”

……

Amanta and Sparaud were tied together back to back, with Sparaud right behind her, gasping for breath like a fish that had been landed.

Her Nimbus 2000 and Sparaud's broomstick were thrown in the corner like garbage, and she could see the sharp notches on the broom handles reflecting the cold light.

The Nimbus 2000 was completely broken into two pieces, and Spalow's broom was completely broken apart.

Her ears were filled with Sparaud's painful gasps.

One of Spalau's legs was probably broken.

At that time, her hand caught the Golden Snitch, and Sparaud grabbed her hand.

Then, there was a spinning sensation -

They seemed to be tumbling and colliding in the air. Sparaud held her robe tightly. Her face was hit by his ribs several times. She felt that her nose was almost broken by him. The pain was so severe that she couldn't open her eyes.

After a few seconds, they fell to the cold ground along with the broom.

Amanta felt as if her whole body was shattered by the fall, and she almost thought that Sparaud grabbed her and fell from the sky above the Quidditch field.

Amanta opened her eyes, and everything in front of her was blurred by blood.

Very good, her nose was probably broken by Sparaud.

And the culprit who caused all this is not much better.

"Get down quickly - my legs, oh! Whoosh - whoosh whoosh -"

A boy groaned in pain from under her.

Amanta then discovered that there was something wriggling under her...it seemed to be Spalaud.

She took a deep breath and rolled off him sideways.

Huh?

The ground beneath me felt hard and cold, not like the soft grass of a Quidditch pitch - but more like... wood? Rotting... planks covered in a thick layer of dust?

The silence around was even more strange. Shouldn't it be filled with cheers, boos and screams... ?

Just as she wiped the blood off her face and prepared to take a closer look at what was going on.

A hoarse voice chanting an incantation was heard.

"Incarcerous."

She was tied tightly from head to toe with a rope.

Amanta opened her sticky eyes with difficulty and was instantly frightened.

A horrible and obscene face was right in front of her.

With tiny eyes, huge buck teeth, and gray hair, he looks like a sewer rat.

This face, these obvious features, you can tell without even a second thought - he's Peter Pettigrew!

His face was pressed against hers, and the smell from his mouth was so foul that Amanta just took a breath and began to retch violently.

Only then did Peter Pettigrew stand up straight.

This figure? Amanta felt it was familiar... Wait, the person I met in Hogsmeade last weekend was him!

"What's going on? Uh--whoosh--"

Sparaud behind him struggled violently.

Apparently, Spalau soon discovered that something was not right around him.

He tried hard to roll on the floor and try to get up, but it was obviously futile - anyone with a discerning eye could see that one of his legs was broken when he landed.

His movement raised a large amount of dust from the wooden floor, and the air suddenly made one's nose itch.

Peter Pettigrew snorted angrily.

"Why are you still following me... What a nuisance... Incarcerous!"

Spalau was immediately tied up tightly with a thick rope and lay behind her, unable to move.