Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"Well, but then what?"

Anriel waved his wand and pointed it at the unconscious house-elf:

"You're going to leave this house-elf alone who has the potential to create the Dark Mark?

Because she's your house-elf?"

Anriel replaced the question of the sign he had launched into the air with a very easy-to-accept topic without any trace of awkwardness.

Most of the wizards around gasped.

Anriel looked at Crouch's extremely stiff face, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly:

"Maybe we should wake the little thing up and hear what she has to say about this?"

After saying this, Anriel raised his wrist, and Shanshan's big eyes like light bulbs opened immediately.

But this time, the first person she saw when she opened her eyes was the livid-faced Mr. Crouch.

Shanshan let out a shrill scream and then began to sob.

"Winky, you were found beneath a newly conjured Dark Mark, with a wand in your hand, and then knocked unconscious by Ministry employees who responded to the noise -

I think your master at the Ministry of Magic and his colleagues around you need you to give a reasonable explanation."

Anriel spoke in a brisk tone, then looked with interest at the elf who seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

But before Shanshan could reply, there was another snapping sound.

Another person joined the group at the Ministry of Magic.

Messy black hair, skinny body, hungry wolf eyes...

It was Sirius Black.

His eyes quickly scanned everyone present, and soon found Harry and saw Anriel.

He didn't look up at the death mark created by Anriel. It seemed that he had already seen it when he was chasing the Death Eaters around.

At the same moment, Amos Diggory had drawn the wand which had been found in Winky's hand, and was questioning the elf -

"Ah… my wand!"

Harry's exclamation attracted the attention of everyone present.

"Your wand?"

Mr. Diggory looked suspiciously at the wand in his hand, then at the boy who had spoken, with a look as if he did not know Harry Potter.

"Yes...I found it lost when I was hiding in the forest."

Harry defended himself.

"Why don't we take a look at this wand's resume?"

Anriel gave a friendly reminder.

"Oh... yes, that's right...

If Harry Potter's wand was stolen, the mark used to summon You-Know-Who..."

Mr. Diggory suddenly realized what was going on. He muttered something to himself as he drew his wand and pointed it at Harry's wand:

"Flashback spell!"

Ironclad evidence emerged.

Shanshan's frightened expression intensified, and it looked like she was going to faint here in the next second.

Mr. Crouch's masseter muscles bulged, as if he was gritting his teeth very hard, which can be said to be the most typical portrayal of the term "gritting teeth".

"Oh, looks like the outcome is not favorable to the elves."

Anriel said this in a tone of watching the fun and glancing at Crouch casually.

Crouch should feel insulted.

He chose to vent his anger on his house-elf.

Under Hermione's disgusted gaze, although Crouch didn't care about the gaze of the fourteen-year-old girl——

In front of everyone, he threw down a glove, fired his house-elf, and left Winky to curl up on the ground sobbing.

Anriel shrugged and looked at the reactions of the people around him:

There was a trace of pity in Luna's eyes, but she also knew that there was nothing she could do about it, especially since it was just a house-elf.

Ginny's expression told Anriel that she didn't really care about this...

Hermione... was indignant, disgusted, and very dissatisfied. It seemed like she was about to rush up and be bitten by Crouch.

Anriel looked around and the people around him seemed to think that the matter was over. Everyone was tired and didn't want to pursue it any further...

He raised his wand in disappointment, and the mark in the sky exploded and shattered into a sky full of bright stars.

"Ha... there's nothing good to watch, go back to sleep~"

Although Anriel said this, his eyes were always lingering on the Ministry of Magic staff who were gathered around him.

The good news is, no one is stopping him.

Bad news, boring guys.

On the way back, Anriel passed by several foreigners who were crying bitterly. Their panic level was maxed out and their legs were shaking like sieves.

Occasionally, you can still see a few body parts... This is because they are in a panic and have no choice. In the end, even without the certificate, they still choose to Apparate to escape - and then separate.

Anriel has already anticipated what will be on the front page of tomorrow's Daily Prophet.

The PR work of Magic International Cooperation Company is arduous and arduous...

A huge mess, massive chaos... The Ministry of Magic needs to explain why Grindelwald's forces, which have never appeared in the UK, appeared after this World Cup... It is said that the Bulgarian Minister of Magic almost went into shock after seeing the sign...

Everyone knows who did it.

The problem is……

Who dares to intervene?

......

Before leaving, Anriel deliberately moved away from the crowd and ended up at the back. This time, only Luna followed him.

Of the group in front, Sirius was at the rear.

He turned around and stared at Anriel without fear.

Anriel is not angry...

"Snapped"

After a snap of the fingers, a blurry figure gradually emerged under the flickering firelight.

Sirius stood still, with a suspicious look on his face, looking uncertainly at the figure who gave him a strong sense of familiarity -

That handsome face gradually became clear in the firelight.

Sirius' eyes suddenly widened as if they were about to burst out of their sockets -

That guy is...!

Regulus!!!

Anriel laughed out loud when Sirius ran back and disappeared on the spot with Luna.

And what Sirius pounced on was just a phantom that dissipated with the smoke.

The fear in Sirius' eyes could not be concealed at all——

He clearly saw that the shadow that looked so much like Regulus said something to him silently.

Judging from the shape of the mouth...

"haven't seen you for a long time."

It was summer and someone had just set a fire nearby, but Sirius felt inexplicably cold.

......

The gray vortex spun, and three figures stepped out from it.

"Pfft hahaha..."

Anriel couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Sirius's expression was so wonderful, it was truly like "seeing a ghost".

After laughing enough, Anriel turned to Regulus and wanted to talk business:

"You saw it at the World Cup, and at the moment, the older generation still has a very conservative view of my father - you know which one.

I need you to spread my ideas... starting in Europe.

Now there are two choices, you choose first. "

An Rui paused. The general meaning of the sentence just now was that you choose a base first, and Rodolphus will choose later.

"Paris, France, Berlin, Germany - Munich is also fine, pick one."