Everyone in the Ministry of Magic seemed to see a roaring volcano erupting. The overwhelming sea of fire and the faint roar of tearing made them flinch, except for one person, and that was Rufus Scrimgeour.
The rest of the people could only stand around, but Scrimgeour, as the director of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic, could not watch the evil happening in front of his eyes.
"Put away your evil magic, young man!"
Scrimgeour took a step forward against the strong pressure. He raised his wand and roared at Amosta.
And just when he was about to take action, Amosta turned his head and glanced coldly. In an instant, the strong pressure coming towards him made Scrimgeour choked. In a daze, he seemed to see a huge evil dragon lowering his head. The ferocious head looked down at himself, who was as weak as a mote of dust.
"Wait, Rufus--"
Tonks stared at Amosta in disbelief. She couldn't imagine that this low-key and humble old classmate would dare to use fire to kill people in front of the Minister of Magic and a group of senior officials of the Ministry of Magic. And in front of her , Kingsley, who was more experienced, saw something was wrong. He grabbed the arm of his immediate boss and spoke in a solemn voice.
"Take a closer look--"
Kingsley said in surprise,
"Those guys. If I'm not mistaken, the ones trapped by Li Huo are werewolves!"
Werewolf?
Everyone looked shocked and looked intently into the sea of fire.
"Yes, it is indeed him!"
Amelia Bones, who was thin and sharp-browed, stared at the half-disappeared guy in the sea of fire who looked like a ghost and said,
"I cannot admit my mistake, Fenrir Greyback, the most notorious werewolf!"
Greyback's notoriety resounds throughout the British wizarding world and can stop children from crying at night. It is impossible for a group of backbones in the Ministry of Magic not to recognize this werewolf leader who has caused them a lot of pressure and humiliation!
"But what is going on?"
Fudge was sweating profusely and looked at a loss.
"Amosta, shouldn't he be at Hogwarts? Werewolf, but Fire."
"You are right, Mr. Minister -"
Fudge's right-hand man, Senior Under-Secretary of Magic, Dolores Umbridge, screamed in the high-pitched voice of a little girl who suddenly discovered that a mouse had jumped into her bed,
"I don't think any of us remember that we once gave this Mr. Amosta Brain an authorization to use the evil spell of Fire, oh... unless he got permission from someone else!"
"Dumbledore has no right to authorize anyone to use such terrible magic!"
Fudge's mind was always very clever at this time. He immediately understood Umbridge's hint and said angrily.
Ms. Bones glanced at Umbridge, pursed her lips but said nothing. Her expression was very similar to Professor McGonagall who saw the little wizard causing mischief in class.
The screams in the fierce fire gradually became fainter until they were inaudible. On the melted and scorched earth, not even a single corpse of the werewolves was left behind. Only black outlines remained on the crystallized ground.
call--
Amosta waved his wand, and in the blink of an eye, the fierce fire that seemed to burn out the world disappeared like a dream. From the large sunken pit in front of him, streaks of wolf smoke shot straight into the dark sky.
A group of Ministry of Magic employees took out their wands and pointed them at Amosta, but Amosta ignored them and instead walked slowly towards the centaurs who were running quickly.
"We are here for the tribesmen kidnapped by Greyback, Mr. Blaine——"
After witnessing all this, the fierce centaurs had to bow their heads arrogantly to the wizard they didn't like. Firenze bowed down humbly and lowered his head and said.
"Um--"
Amosta nodded slightly, and the centaurs lying next to Remus automatically floated towards their compatriots,
"I owe you my thanks for your efforts tonight to save several young wizards and staff at Hogwarts."
Bain frowned roughly. He wanted to ask why Amosta Brain knew all this, but Ronan snorted and stopped what he was about to say, and Firenze, who was quick-thinking, immediately I thought about it. Tonight, a wizard kidnapped one of their compatriots using the magic of transformation, but did not harm the centaur.
"It's us who need to be grateful, Mr. Brain. If it weren't for you, we tribesmen might not have escaped misfortune."
Firenze saw that this powerful human wizard was not the same thing as Dumbledore, and he said cautiously,
"The horse people will remember your kindness, and if given the opportunity, we are willing to repay this kindness."
Not bad, pretty good.
"It's just a piece of cake." Amosta smiled slightly, "Don't take it to heart."
Firenze glanced at everyone in the Ministry of Magic and whispered,
"We don't want to deal with the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Brain, so we will leave first. You are welcome to visit the Forbidden Forest at any time-"
After receiving Amosta's permission, Firenze, Ronan and Bain left with their clansmen immediately, and soon disappeared into the dark Forbidden Forest.
On the high slope, almost all the villagers of Hogsmeade gathered. Among the bustling crowd, flash lights lit up from time to time, and the villagers holding cameras were recording the scene.
Under the spotlight, Fudge knew that the Ministry of Magic had to take some action.
"Amosta, what on earth is-"
"Excuse me--"
Amosta interrupted Fudge. He looked pitifully at Remus who had fainted again on the ground, and politely requested,
"Can someone please send this poor man to St. Mungo's first? He is seriously injured. I'm afraid he won't be able to wait until we can talk about the cause of the matter."
"Who is this man, a villager from Hogsmeade?"
Ms. Bones, her monocle shining sharply in the moonlight, stared into Amosta's eyes and asked.
"Remus Lupin, I think you all know him. He is currently serving as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He has been persecuted by werewolves. Poor guy, I think he is probably I can no longer work as a professor——"
Remus Lupin, the werewolf?
Dumbledore had strongly recommended the werewolf to become a professor at the school in August last year. This was no secret among the top officials of the Ministry of Magic.
Fudge was obviously unwilling to give this order, but when Amosta's eyes were focused on him, a sudden feeling of heart palpitations forced him to make some reaction.
"Okay, okay, but, Amosta, you have to explain—"
Fudge wiped the sweat from his forehead and turned to look at Rufus. The Auror Office was also unwilling to accept the appointment of a dark wizard who could use such a powerful fire spell, but in full view of the public, he could not pretend that he had not seen the minister. signal, so he lowered his face and looked behind him.
There were obvious signs of transformation on Remus lying on the ground, and most of the Aurors were unwilling to come into contact with this dangerous werewolf.
"Okay, then I'll make a trip by myself -"
Amosta shrugged helplessly.
"let me--"
At this time, a young voice appeared in the crowd. Before Kingsley could stop him, Tonks had already jumped over him and walked to Amosta.
"I think you can definitely handle this situation-"
Tonks looked at Amosta worriedly and asked in a low voice.
Amosta smiled.
"All right--"
Tonks muttered under her breath,
"After killing Greyback and so many werewolves, you are the only one, Amosta. Now you are going to be famous. This poor guy has suffered a lot--"
After a crisp explosion, Tonks and Remus disappeared into the wilderness.
"Now it's time to explain, Amosta—"
Fudge kept what he thought was a safe distance from Amosta and said breathlessly,
"For Dumbledore's sake, could you please hand over your wand first?"
"Unfortunately, Mr. Minister, I'm afraid I can't meet your request--"
Amosta said with a smile,
"And I think we'd better not stand here stupidly, there's a lot to talk about tonight, we'd better talk as we go-"
"Where are you going?"
Fudge immediately became wary.
"Oh, of course it's Hogwarts—"
Amosta laughed, waved to the officials from the Ministry of Magic, and took the lead in walking towards Gaopo.
"Hurry up, everyone, there is a heinous criminal waiting for your trial in Hogwarts."
"If you mean Sirius Black-" Ms. Bones pushed up her glasses and said immediately, "We have received a notification from the Dementors."
"It's Peter Pettigrew."
Amosta's voice was carried by the brisk wind, making all the officials look at each other.
"You're crazy!"
Fudge shouted at Amosta's back, "He has been dead for twelve years, I saw it with my own eyes!"
"I believe we should arrest him immediately, Minister."
Amosta's contemptuous attitude made Umbridge's eyes turn cold, but a disgusting, disgusting smile appeared on her face. She lay in Fudge's ear and said sweetly,
"The Head of Student Safety at Hogwarts seems to have some bad habits. Oh, he obviously thinks he has the same privileges as someone else. Minister, I don't think we can condone-"
"I'm sorry, Ms. Umbridge, but we can't."
Kingsley, who was standing by the black cave with smoke rising from the smoke, took a deep breath, turned his head and said to Umbridge with a sullen face,
"I'm afraid, the only wizard who has this ability is the 'someone' you just mentioned."
(End of chapter)
