In the small forest near the Quidditch World Cup camp, several wizards were having a dispute.
"Didn't you promise me that you would only cause chaos?"
The wizard with long pale blond hair lowered his voice, revealing great dissatisfaction in his tone.
Seeing the chaos in the camp, Lucius even wanted to curse.
"Why did you use that spell? Do you know the consequences of doing so? Once traced by the Ministry of Magic, we will be dead and sent to Azkaban, which is the lightest punishment."
However, before he finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the other party.
"Lucius, what if the incompetent Ministry of Magic finds out?"
The man standing opposite Lucius looked very calm.
"This is no longer more than ten years ago."
Lucius felt like his lungs were going to explode. Why didn't he just listen to what he was saying?
The Ministry of Magic may be incompetent, but it is still the largest and most orthodox wizarding organization in the wizarding world in England, with countless outstanding talents.
So what if the incompetent Ministry of Magic finds out?
He can send you directly to Azkaban, where you will only be accompanied by despair and darkness for eternity.
"Lucius, don't tell me you didn't have a premonition."
The man standing opposite Lucius pointed to his left arm: "Our king is back, and he is calling us."
"Your previous actions have seriously violated the wishes of the Dark Lord. If you don't want to be directly regarded as a traitor and follow us honestly, you should know what the consequences of being a traitor will be."
The threat in the man's tone was self-evident.
Death Eater traitors will be tortured more horribly than death.
Lucius' face was ashen, but he did not dare to say anything more, because what the other party said was right, and all signs showed that the man who had been missing for nearly thirteen years was really coming.
The Dark Lord is coming back!
Seeing Lucius relenting, the man nodded.
"Now we're just ordering appetizers, we need to gather more companions."
"Lucius, as the Dark Lord's most trusted servant, it is up to you to perform this task."
Hearing this, Lucius' face became even more ugly, but a different look flashed in his eyes.
Everything that happened now was explained by that man.
Quidditch World Cup finals.
The dark mark that left countless elites in the Ministry of Magic helpless and suffering from headaches, and could only let it dissipate on its own, was now split in half by the big golden sword that looked like Gryffindor, and very quickly It has also dissipated.
In fact, strictly speaking, it is not the sword in the sky that can dispel the mark of the dark devil.
It was just a pretense for others to see. What really made it disappear was the slight snap of Dudley's fingers when he waved his wand.
To be more precise, it is alchemy.
After experiencing the Dark Mark incident, many wizards broke out in a cold sweat. The alcohol evaporated along with the sweat, and they became much more sober.
So the first thing they had to do was escape.
"Keep them. Don't let any of them go."
Dudley said coldly, it was impossible to let them escape. They were all here, so let them all stay.
With a wave of his hand, an invisible transparent barrier blocked the path of these wizards.
The wizards led by Carlo took this opportunity to knock down these wizards with spells that were beyond ordinary people.
Soon they were all captured
Thirty-eight. Not counting the one in the woods, a total of thirty-eight wizards participated in the trouble and destruction.
To put it bluntly, it was a great irony that thirty-eight wizards forced one hundred thousand wizards to flee.
In Dudley's eyes, these wizards were a rabble, and the rest were worse than a rabble.
"What's going on? Oh my god, Mr. Dursley, what on earth is going on here?"
As described in all stories, the guards representing justice always arrive at the last moment.
Under the leadership of Ron, the members of the Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge arrived belatedly.
I was a little confused when I saw the ruins-like camp and the masked wizard lying on the ground.
The Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors behind them were even more nervous. They clearly saw the dark mark appearing in the sky. Although it only appeared briefly and was chopped into pieces by a golden sword, it just appeared when it appeared.
After briefly explaining the story to Fudge, the Minister of Magic's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Torturing Muggles, causing trouble in crowds, destroying camps, attacking wizards, and summoning the Mark of the Dark.
The key point almost affected him!
If it weren't for the help of Veronica, the youngest son of the Arthur family, he might have been burned to ashes.
This is not over yet. The Quidditch World Cup was held in England and it has become like this. He can already imagine the front page headlines of the Daily Prophet tomorrow. The Ministry of Magic in England will become a laughing stock, and he, the minister, will bear the brunt.
There was no way anyone could blame him, so he was here yesterday and hundreds of thousands of wizards saw it.
If there is no way to shirk the blame, then punish the prisoner severely!
No matter who it is, I will make him pay the price!
Fudge glanced at the dozens of captured wizards and thought angrily.
Being stupid or mediocre doesn't mean he has no temper.
This guy not only has a great temper, but even Dumbledore will get angry when he gets angry.
"Minister Fudge, I think the culprit should be held accountable first."
"Mr. Dursley, you are right."
"Let us reveal the face of the person who summoned the 'Dark Mark' and committed the heinous crime."
After hearing Dudley's words, Fudge echoed him repeatedly, with such a flattering look that he almost fell to his knees.
Fudge didn't care what the Ministry of Magic officials behind him thought. He just wanted to maintain his popularity among the people, keep his position as Minister of Magic, and maintain his power.
'If Mr. Dursley hadn't been here today, there would really be no room for redemption. '
Fudge's limited brain was working rapidly.
You must take the credit for catching the principal and accomplices in your own hands
Mr. Dursley will definitely help me, we are allies!
Well, the wise and powerful Minister Fudge remained calm in the face of the sudden attack and calmly directed the Aurors to arrest the criminals one by one.
Not mentioning that Fudge was thinking wildly, Dudley pointed his wand at the person in the woods who was under the petrification spell and summoned the Dark Mark.
At this time, he was as quiet as a dead mouse.
"Fluorescence."
Dudley did not use lighting, but the most basic lighting magic in the wizarding world.
A little bit of fluorescence emerged from the tip of the wand. The fluorescence gradually rose into the air and then grew larger instantly. The faint light emitted illuminated the entire forest and revealed the appearance of the man.
Fudge's face froze in place after seeing the man's true face.
The people in the Ministry of Magic behind him also craned their necks to look there.
Then they, like Fudge, had a look of astonishment on their faces.
How could it be him? !
Because this person was none other than Barty Crouch, who was supposed to be traveling with them but disappeared.
(End of chapter)
