A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 343: Responses from all parties
Chapter 345 Reactions from all parties
Felix waved to several staff members of the Ministry of Magic, and one of them ran over excitedly, "Hello, Mr. Heppe! It's incredible that you stopped the riot head-on..." He looked young Big, the pimples on his face glowed with excitement.
Felix said calmly: "These... should be in your charge?"
"Don't worry! Leave it to us." The wizard patted his chest, took out a whistle from his pocket, and blew it "beep". No one came after he blew for a long time. He said dejectedly: " Those of my colleagues should have been knocked unconscious..."
Felix pointed to the direction he came from, "I found some people and placed them in that direction."
"Moore! Keen! Come with me!" the wizard shouted, and before he left, he couldn't help saying: "It's an honor to fight side by side with you, Mr. Haip."
"We're going to help fight the fire." Mr. Weasley said, he called Bill and Charlie away, Sirius thought for a while, and greeted Felix: "I'll go to Harry and the others."
Felix nodded at him, walked around the camp, rescued some injured people, and notified Lupine and Cremi with the Patronus, and everyone rushed over, accompanied by That mother and son.
"Thank you, thank you—" the young mother kept thanking her.
When they returned to the battle site, there were already hundreds of wizards from the Ministry of Magic, and they were methodically sorting out these thugs and taking them away.
Fudge kept wiping the sweat from his forehead, with a mixture of fear and disgust on his face, "Take them all away! Ask them about their nationality and identity, and report them to the Ministry of Magic! And these, these..."
He looked hesitantly at the hooded wizard who fell on the ground, unable to make a decision. He had just seen the faces of these people, and the familiar faces made his stomach churn.
"Reporting to the Minister, these hooded people are the leaders of this riot, and they dragged the Roberts family out of the house. They were greatly frightened and are receiving memory therapy..."
Fudge’s lips trembled, and he was very hesitant in his heart. Most of these hooded people are pure blood. If they are all sentenced according to the mastermind, they will be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least three to five months, but he will not think about it in the future. Get the support of these people.
"Crack!" "Crack!"
The camera shutter sounded, and clusters of purple smoke floated in the air.
Rita Skeeter excitedly commanded her assistant, "Here, here, and there... What did I see? Fans who failed at the Quidditch World Cup took the lead in making trouble, bullying Muggles for fun..." Her mouth was almost crooked.
"Did you take that picture of Mr. Hype standing in the crowd?" she asked enthusiastically.
"Only the back view." Her photographer said.
"That's okay, we can do a series of reports——"
Fudge's fingers trembled, "When did they come? Get rid of them! No, wait—" He rolled his eyes, and whispered to the secretary: "Confiscate their photos, don't destroy them, keep them in secret. "
Walsh Cedric from the Ministry of Magic's Advisory Office nodded and walked towards Rita Skeeter, "Ma'am, the matter is still under investigation, and the photos you took will be used as important evidence... ..."
Rita Skeeter's argument rang out, but what did Walsh Cedric say to her, "...pure blood, you don't want to offend them?"
Rita Skeeter blinked and thought for a while, "Well, you owe me a favor." She turned her back to Walsh Cedric, waved to the photographer, and left a secret Folding the negatives and replacing the remaining roll with a brand new one, she turned and shook the negative in her hand at Walsh Cedric, who was about to reach for it, but the negative was reduced to ashes.
"Skeeter, you—" Walsh Cedric was furious.
Rita Skeeter said slyly: "I'm going to let them take my favor, don't you think, Mr. Cedric?"
On the edge of the woods, the three of Harry joined Ginny and the Weasley twins, and they were rushing over. They squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, searching for Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie and Sirius. Before helping to maintain order went.
But the people from the Ministry of Magic formed a row, separating the scene inside, and everyone couldn't see clearly, so they could only stand on tiptoe to try to see something.
Hermione asked in a low voice: "Did you see Professor Haipu?"
"He should have left," Harry said, "I watched him leave, and I didn't see any injuries."
"Cool!" said Ron in admiration, "he beat them all by himself, and the wizards faced him like headless chickens, or billywigs without thorns, no threat at all. "
Hermione said seriously: "That's because the professor used more than one kind of ancient magic, did you see the golden shield, it blocked hundreds of spells, and he kept using apparation to avoid it afterwards, it was too dangerous... ..."
Harry said: "It's not avoiding, but looking for opportunities. It's a tactic. I tried to copy it when I was playing a duel game with Sirius during the summer vacation, but unfortunately——"
Hermione said disapprovingly: "That's dangerous, Harry, it's difficult to cast Apparation continuously, let alone cast quickly."
"I know, but once I learn..." Harry didn't continue, but looked at the scene meaningfully. A wizard on the ground.
Everything goes without saying.
On the other side, the people from the Reversal of Accidental Magic Incident Team came. Based on the various "damaged limbs" left at the scene, they found those people who failed to apparate and were nailed in place.
Ron looked around, trying to see what was there: "Arms, thighs, what are those... bloody!" He was suddenly patted on the head from behind, and it was Mr. Weasley who rushed over , behind him were Bill and Charlie, with Sirius standing on the other side smiling at Harry.
"Don't look around, be careful of nightmares." Mr. Weasley said, they were all dirty, and there were signs of being scorched by the fire.
"I'm just curious, tell me if they stay—" Ron said, stopped, as if attracted by something, he looked at Charlie, his mouth grew a little bit, he pointed Charlie: "Eyes, eyes—moving!"
"What?" Charlie looked at him inexplicably, Weasley glanced at Charlie, and hurriedly pulled him aside.
On the top of Charlie's head, there is a brown eyeball, which is turning in horror. There was a "crash" around, and Harry's heart was pounding. Mr. Weasley shouted loudly: "Arnold! There is another one here! Apparation has split!"
A sturdy wizard ran over, took a look, and grinned, "There are still some blood vessels... If you leave him alone..." He made a gesture of 'squirting' towards his eyes.
Mr. Weasley frowned, "There are children here."
"Oh, I'm sorry—come here, two people!" The wizard named Arnold shouted back, and soon, two people came over, and they circled the eyeball, pointing at it with their wands, "I'll go there Let's go." Arnold said, under the terrified eyes of everyone, he grabbed the eyeball and squeezed it, as if he wanted to crush it.
"Bang!"
He disappeared with the eyeball.
"Just wait, he'll be back in a while." The wizard next to him said casually, and yawned heavily, "I have to work overtime again today."
Ron swallowed hard ~IndoMTL.com~ He was a little nauseated, as if he had swallowed something greasy, and couldn't help retching, Harry and Hermione's expressions were also uncomfortable.
The twins are very close to each other. Ron showed off his unskilled apparition in front of them before, and they plan to learn it in advance.
On the other side, a heavyweight appeared.
Barty Crouch said grimly, "Excuse me, step aside." He pushed his way through the crowd, squeezing his way into the circle of the Ministry of Magic like a stone.
"Crouch?" Fudge became annoyed when he saw him, and originally wanted to ask him about his abnormality, but after such a big accident, he had already put all these thoughts to the sky.
"I put you in charge of the safety of the Quidditch World Cup, where did you go!"
"Go and track down those masked people." Crouch said bluntly.
Harry was staring at the back of Barty Crouch's head from behind, not only wanted to make sure that the scar on his forehead still hurt, but also wanted to see if he could see an ugly face that belonged to Voldemort.
Sirius also looked at him with searching eyes, the godfather and godson watched for a long time, Harry shook his head at Sirius, this time there was no reaction.
(end of this chapter)