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The world seemed to suddenly become very quiet. In the darkness and the receding heat, the whistling wind and the crackling of firewood gradually faded away. Roberts felt that his The body is constantly moving.
His mind was uncontrollably recalling the events of the past few months, recalling those mysterious people in strange clothes, recalling the group of mysterious masked people who suddenly broke into his home. The gun prepared for self-defense at home was pointed by the slender wooden stick, and the gunpowder and trigger all lost their usefulness... His wife, his children, and himself were all shrouded in an invisible mysterious force, hanging in the air. , all kinds of humiliation.
Roberts felt that his mind was in a mess, and countless memories were stuffed into his mind again, causing his temples to twitch and his brain to swell and ache.
And all the vague memories turned into the last instructions in my ears.
"Please close your eyes..."
The choking smoke gradually faded away, and the purgatory-like sneers had long since disappeared. I felt myself being gently put down, with soft but piercing bushes underneath me. Cong, stay away from the fire and the crowd... I should be saved.
The vision was still dark, and Roberts was in a daze, listening to the sounds around him.
"Just put them here..."
"We have to go back quickly, Mrs. Weasley is still waiting for us."
"Yes... they are out of danger. The Aurors of the Ministry of Magic will take care of it."
Everything quieted down, and the two very young voices of a man and a woman disappeared, probably walking away. They must have been sent by God to save themselves... Roberts thought in a daze.
...
When Loren and Hermione returned to the woods, the skull and python mark were still hanging high in the air, emitting a permeating green light, like a terrifying neon sign. The same thing lit up the entire area, and screams echoed in the woods.
At the edge of the woods near the clearing, Harry's suspicious voice came out:
"Did you hear the sound? Someone was chanting the Reappearance of the Bones..."
Mrs. Weasley whispered anxiously: "Harry, we have to get out of here, go quickly... Loren and Hermione are going Where are they?"
Hearing Molly's call, Hermione immediately took Loren's hand and ran out of the bushes, shouting crisply: "Mrs. Weasley, we are here. Here!"
"Oh, dear..." Molly's voice trembled as she hugged the two of them and hugged them hard, as if she wanted to rub them into her body.
A warm current flowed through his heart. Loren quietly raised his head and saw the pale face of the middle-aged witch, whose face was full of panic, anxiety... and secret fear.
For Mrs. Weasley, who had experienced the First Wizarding War, that mark meant pain and death.
Hermione replied in a muffled voice: "I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, the path in the woods is too dark, and we were pushed to the front by the crowd."
"It's okay, it's okay. ..." Molly breathed a sigh of relief and came to her senses at the same time, and hurriedly pulled a few people towards the empty space with many people.
Ginny looked at her mother's panic face in surprise, and couldn't help but ask: "What's going on?"
"That's the Dark Mark, dear..." Molly said in a deep voice. , "The symbol of the mysterious man!"
Harry and Ron's eyes widened: "Voldemort's -"
"Honey, let's go!"
They started to cross the open space, and after a few hurried steps, A series of pops were heard, and about twenty wizards descended from the sky, surrounding them.
Before they could react, they heard twenty voices shouting at the same time: "[Fainted]"
Then there was a series of dazzling flashes, and strong air currents blew through. In the clearing, streaks of burning red light shot out from the tip of the wand.
In the flash of lightning, Molly could only protect Ginny and fall to the ground. Just when she was worried about the other children, she found that their reactions were not slow at all.
George and Fred hurriedly threw themselves down to avoid the curses, while Loren, Hermione, Harry and Ron squatted with their legs bent, avoiding most of the curses while using the Iron Armor Curse to intercept a few who were hiding. Those who don't open it should look to the other side with caution.
The glowing red magic intertwined above their heads and hit the surrounding tree trunks, turning into little red shimmers.
"Stop!" Arthur squeezed out of the queue in horror, shouting with a trembling voice, "Stop! Those are my wife and children!"
Arthur's staggering strides Walking towards them: "Molly! Harry... Oh, Merlin, are you all okay?"
"Get out of the way, Arthur."
Barty Crouch came closer with other wizards, his expression was serious and tense, his voice was cold and stern, without any emotion, "Which one of you did this?"
"I don't know what you are talking about!"
Molly protected the children behind her like an old hen and glared at Crouch angrily.
Loren looked expressionlessly at the trial of the wizards, without saying a word... The way they hesitated in front of the parade of wizards just now was still in front of his eyes.
Crouch frowned, and his sharp eyes swept over them: "Which of you has conjured the Dark Mark?"
"We didn't!"
"Don't lie, Madam!" Crouch did not lower his wand, staring at them with eyes almost out of his sockets. "You were found at the crime scene!"
"Barty," Bagman said. His face could not conceal his fatigue, but he still managed to pull himself together and said, "They are still children, and Molly is Arthur's wife. There is no way they..."
"Yes!" Arthur said quickly, he Asked anxiously, "Molly, have you seen where this mark comes from?"
Molly glanced at Crouch coldly, and pointed to the woods behind her: "There was someone behind the tree over there just now, and he recited the "Reappearance of Bones" spell. "
"Great! "Amos Diggory, who had a short brown beard, shouted happily, "Our scarier masters must have got into this bush... We have a good chance of catching them..."
He raised his wand and strode across the clearing, behind the trees, and soon there was a cry: "It is done! Got it! There's someone here! Unconscious! Ouch, my God..."
"You caught someone? Crouch shouted, in a tone of complete disbelief, "Who?" Who is it? "
...
Half a minute later, Crouch watched as Diggory placed his house elf at his feet, a chill running through his bones, making him stiff with the cold.
"This is impossible, impossible, impossible!"
He murmured in disbelief and walked around Digory, striding towards the woods. "It's no use, Mr. Crouch," Diggory shouted after him, "there's no one else there."
But Crouch didn't want to pay any attention to his words. , walked straight into the bushes, rummaged through them, and made the leaves rustle.
Digory scratched his beard and looked down at Shining's unconscious figure: "It's a little embarrassing... Barty Crouch's house elf... I mean..."
Onlookers The Ministry of Magic wizard looked at the house elf lying on the ground, then quietly looked at the swaying bushes in front of him, and fell into deep silence.
"Stop talking nonsense, Amos," Arthur whispered, "Do you really think it was an elf who did it? The Dark Mark is a wizard's symbol and requires a wand."
< br>"Yes, she has a wand."
"What?"
"Here, you see," Mr. Diggory raised a wand, "what she is holding... This first violates the third clause of the "Code of Wand Use": No non-human creature is allowed to carry or Use the wand..."
Mr. Crouch came back empty-handed, his face was horribly pale, his hands and mustache were twitching, looking at the people watching, his lips pressed together tightly, one word After a pause, he said: "My house elf has been cast a coma spell."
"I found a wand in her hand. If you like, Mr. Crouch, I think we You should hear how she defends herself." Digory looked at the unconscious house elf on the ground, then looked at his face, and slowly stretched out his wand.
"[Recover quickly]"
The slender fingers of Shining trembled, and she opened her bell-like brown eyes. She blinked hard, her expression was blank. Under the silent gazes of the wizards, she sat up tremblingly.
She saw Crouch's leather shoes, and then she slowly and tremblingly raised her gaze, looked at his face, and slowly cast her gaze to the night sky above,
the light and shadow of the green skull and the python Seeing this in his eyes, Winky took a breath of air and looked at the people gathered around the clearing with confused eyes. Two tears suddenly fell down, and the house elf began to sob.
"Elf!" Digory stared at her and asked sternly, "Do you know who I am? I am a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures!"
Winky started to fall on the ground Rocking back and forth, her breathing was punctuated by violent sobs. This is what a house elf looks like when it's frightened by disobedience.
"You also saw it, little goblin, just now, someone conjured the Dark Mark here. A moment later, you were discovered by us, just under the mark! Please give us an explanation ! "
"I, I, I didn't, sir!" Twinkle breathed hard, as if suffering from severe asthma, "I don't know how to change, sir!"
"When you were found, you had Get a wand!" growled Mr. Diggory, waving the wand in front of Winky's face.
"That's Bertha's magic wand." Crouch said suddenly. Seeing everyone looking at him, he explained, "Bertha left her magic wand in the box when she was watching the game. Just now When the chaos broke out, I asked her to go back to the gymnasium and stand by."
The wizards at the Ministry of Magic fell into silence. Bertha Jorkins lost her wand, which was quite normal.
Arthur nodded thoughtfully: "Bertha was indeed sitting with the house elves at that time."
"So..." Digory's eyes turned to Twinkle, who was curled up at his feet, and his eyes became cold. "Little goblin, you were the one who discovered this wand, right?"
" I didn't do magic with it, sir!" Sparkle squeaked, tears running down the sides of her squashed, bulbous nose. "I...I...I just picked it up. , Sir! I didn't conjure up the Dark Mark, sir, I don't know how to do it!"
The sight of her sobbing and almost fainting was heart-wrenching, Loren held Hermione's hand and felt it. The girl held her hand harder and harder, and a faint squeezing pain entered her mind.
He looked up at the mark of the black devil still hanging in the sky. The huge python was drilling around in the skull's eye sockets and mouth holes, and the miserable green light shone down, illuminating everyone's faces. Gotta turn green.
He seemed to see a scene of a poisonous snake devouring a corpse:
In the wilderness where cold corpses are scattered, the pale skin is gradually losing its temperature. The poisonous snake crawls out of the grass and gnaws at the corpse that has not yet rotted. Its fangs scratch the skin and muscles, and the snake head is close to the wound, and the blood is slowed down. Suck slowly...
Looking back, the sea of fire in the camp has stopped expanding, but the area that has been ignited is still surging with fire waves. Another group of Ministry of Magic wizards headed by Fudge are transporting the petrified Veela. and wizards.
The interrogation of the house elf Winky has not yet ended.
Digori of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures of the Ministry of Magic was full of majesty when facing the house elf:
"You picked it up thinking you could have some fun with it, didn't you? "
The way Winky was crying reminded Harry of Dobby. After a moment of silence, Harry defended himself: "It's not her. That voice definitely didn't belong to an elf."
Ron immediately agreed: "Yes. Ah, that's a human voice."
Digory didn't seem to care about the testimony of the two little wizards. He took a deep look at Crouch: "Okay, there is a simple way to find out. The last spell cast by the wand..."
He pointed his wand at Bertha Jorkins's wand and said: "[Pre-Flashback Curse]"
All around The wizards who were watching suddenly took a breath of cold air, and saw a very terrifying skeleton spitting out snake letters emerging from the place where the two wands met. It seemed to be made of thick gray smoke, which was not as good as the one above the head. The mark of the dark devil is clear.
After waving away the gray smoke, Digory looked at Twinkle at his feet with a cruelly proud expression. "What do you mean? You were caught red-handed, little goblin!"
"It wasn't me!" Twinkle screamed, her whole body shaking violently, her eyes turning in horror, "It wasn't me, it wasn't I, I don't know how to do it! I'm a good elf, I don't have a wand, I don't know how to do it!"
"Amos..." Arthur patted him on the shoulder, "You Think about it...there are only a handful of wizards who can cast that spell...where did she learn it?"
"Maybe Diggory was hinting," Crouch said with every syllable. With cold anger, "Suggesting that I regularly teach my servants to become the Dark Mark?"
Everyone fell silent, and the scene suddenly became depressing.
"Mr. Crouch...not...absolutely not..."
"I'm sure you remember that throughout my long career there has been much evidence of my consistent aversion and hatred of the Dark Arts, and all People who play with them, aren't they?"
"Mr. Crouch, I, I never hinted that you had anything to do with this!" Digory stammered, as if he was frightened.
"…"
Loren feels that he looks very much like a house elf now, except that the judge has become Barty Crouch, a big shot he can't afford to offend. .
(End of this chapter