Chapter 228: Fudge Is Covered in Shit

Bagir still watched the game carefully.

Although the content of the game was average, the surrounding atmosphere and the proactive Hermione helped him to kill his boredom.

He also expressed his desire to teach teachers, and told Hermione some stories about the poet Peter to Hermione who was breathing heavily and wiping her mouth.

What's more important is the upcoming trouble-making Death Eaters headed by Lucius Malfoy.

Although they did not hang the Muggle groundskeepers, the Roberts family, in the sky like in the novel version, and toss them around.

But they were the ones strolling among the crowd, wearing black hats with bone-faced peaks, and constantly attacking the tents with fire spells, turning the entire camp into ruins.

It's like an FFF group.

It can only be said that for the sake of drama, the movie version of the Death Eaters has been strengthened a lot.

In the novel, the Ministry of Magic staff did nothing for fear of causing the Roberts family to fall.

And nothing is really done in the movie.

Daniel Harry also shows his recklessness, making people who have not read the novel think that Harry Potter is a reckless man.

He ran away without following the large group and got lost when Hermione called his name many times.

The more he shouted his name, the faster he ran, keeping away from Hermione and the Weasley family.

Those who didn't know better thought Hermione and the Weasley family were the Death Eaters chasing him.

Harry then demonstrated the tenacious vitality and good luck of the savior who survived the catastrophe.

There was another flat fall that Daniel Harry must have.

He was kicked unconscious and stamped on, but he didn't lose his life.

Sleeping like a baby among the burning tents and lawns, I was lucky to be safe and sound.

After waking up, Crouch, who came from Little Hangleton to place the Dark Mark, spotted him approaching. Ron, Hermione, the Ministry of Magic and Arthur Weasley arrived just in time.

This luck is amazing!

However, he was not burned to death. It is also possible that the Death Eaters led by Lucius did not dare to kill anyone at this time.

After all, they only set fires and turned a blind eye to the wizards who ran past them screaming.

Seeing the fainted Harry, controlling the flames to bypass Dumbledore's favorite, Draco's 'old enemy' is also justified.

Just as Bagir was quietly arranging Harry in his mind, Daniel Harry, who had long hair and low appearance, patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey! Bagir, are you still thinking about the content of the game?"

Bajir turned his head, looking like Harry was a little uncomfortable with his name being called.

After all, people you just met are usually called by their last name.

But now there were two Grangers in the tent.

Um? The other Granger was obviously in their room with Ginny, but suddenly his eyes narrowed when he was so affectionate with Bargeer.

"Who would have thought that Krum caught the Snitch and the Irish team won," Harry added.

Bagir nodded noncommittally.

You can tell by the Irish music coming from outside the tent and the constant ringing of Krum's name.

The Weasley twins were humming happily in the tent, and Ron, who seemed to have fallen in love with Krum and racked his brains to come up with words to praise him, was proof.

It was obvious that Harry was looking for a topic, and Bagir was a little curious about his purpose.

The 〖Dark Lord·Broken Soul〗 brought him the talent of being able to read minds as long as he paid attention, which he usually suppressed.

If you don't spend this time with Ginny, why would you want to talk to him?

Hey, maybe the movie version of Harry is really gay.

Bajir carefully moved his buttocks halfway back.

But Harry didn't notice.

His face shone with desire and curiosity.

"I just heard the story you told Hermione. Do you think the Resurrection Stone-"

Bajir: The legend of the three brothers? Didn’t you already know that? Oh, you are Daniel Harry, your ears are so sharp!

"You mean the Resurrection Stone? It might really exist."

"But it is very likely that it is not a real resurrection. The summoned undead spirit comes from the impression of the deceased in the heart."

"Kind of like a magic painting, closer to what happens when a wand has a flashback."

"How can you be sure?" Harry was a little disappointed, "I mean what is the flashback spell?"

‘How can I be sure? Just because of you, the Elder Wand in this world can be broken. ’ Bajir resisted the desire to roll his eyes.

Looking at the familiarity on Daniel Harry's face as he helped him get rid of Ginny, he patiently explained: "It doesn't refer to the replay charm that Aurors use to check what spells their wands have cast."

"That's an extremely rare phenomenon."

"If two wand cores come from the same magical creature, it can be said that the wands of brothers meet."

Harry's breath hitched as he thought about him and Voldemort.

"They don't attack each other normally," Bargeer said. "However, if the owner of the wand forces two wands to fight, the following will happen: one wand will force the other wand to repeat the magic it has cast. Echoes of the curse—in flashback.”

"If it's a killing curse, the shadow of the person who died under that curse will emerge from the tip of the staff."

"That shadow retains the appearance and personality of the deceased, and may even have a conversation."

"But it's just a phantom after all, a phenomenon similar to an echo playing backwards."

Hermione nodded, "Harry, resurrection is impossible."

At some point, Hermione and Ginny came to them.

Harry, who was in a state of ups and downs of emotions, leaned on Ginny's shoulder with his eyes blank, "Is this so?"

Ginny comforted, "It's okay, I'm here."

"It's okay, I'm here." On the other side of the field, flames danced in the palms of the black-haired boy.

The flames on the tent behind him were instantly extinguished.

The trembling little boy and his mother looked at the tall back of the young man.

Holding torches, the bone-faced Death Eaters were hung upside down in the air and twisted into various weird shapes.

Her hairy thighs and colorful underwear were exposed.

Invisible ropes started from the boy's fingertips and controlled these marionettes.

The puppets wanted to speak, but found that not only their limbs, but also their faces, mouth and tongue could not be controlled.

This fear of being slaughtered at any time, like a snake on the chopping board, caused several of the Death Eaters to suffer from diarrhea and their own products were drenched all over them and even entered their nasal cavities.

"What's that?"

"Kite?"

"Is it raining?"

This peripheral area was noticed by other wizards who were noisily celebrating.

Until a wizard illuminated the dark sky with a lighting spell.

More details have also been revealed one by one.

"Death Eaters!"

"They've been caught!"

"His underwear doesn't look as good as mine!"

At this time, the Death Eaters headed by Lucius Malfoy seemed to be stars under the flashing lights.

Countless beams of light shot out from all directions on the field, shining on them.

The wizard who was farther away even took out a telescope, one that was magically capable of taking pictures.

Next to the tent, the black-haired boy showed an evil smile.

"It's so bad to wear a mask!"

The next second, the Death Eaters' masks shattered, and faces familiar to British wizards were exposed in the air.

The sound of taking pictures became more intensive.

Bajir smiled slightly, hiding his merit and fame, and disappeared from the place.

After hearing about the Death Eaters, they instantly used portkeys, disapparated, and flooed away. The senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and the strikers who followed them heard the message from several low-level employees that everything was fine in the camp. After the message.

He arrived late and happened to bump into the old Crouch who came with his men when he heard the Death Eaters disappeared.

Fudge straightened out his newly styled hair and new suit.

He said with a non-smiling smile: "Bati, why did you come just now?"

Barty Crouch Sr. returned a cold smile, "I remember Minister, you should be at the camp."

"Why did you arrive together with me who was working overtime in London?"

He looked at the familiar long golden hair hanging in the air and sneered: "Don't you think it looks familiar?"

"Why are some of these Death Eaters you personally invited to watch the game in the same box."

Fudge's pupils shrank, "Get out of the way, stop taking pictures!"

He scolded the wizards surrounding him, not caring to remain cheerful any longer.

"Delix, let these people leave quickly!"

"The food - no, the victims were saved."

There were bursts of boos all around.

"I don't think so." Old Crouch and his men stopped in front of the batters headed by Delis.

Fudge wiped cold sweat and rolled his eyes, "They are most likely victims."

"Death Eaters and You-Know-Who are a thing of the past."

"All the Death Eaters are in Azkaban! Yes, that's it!"

"Barty, you should know better! Your son -"

Feeling the wand pointed at him and Old Barty's gloomy face, he hurriedly braked again.

He looked around and put on his warm public relations smile skillfully.

He said to the surrounding wizards who kept giving him the middle finger and swearing, "You all, pay attention."

"Are they really Death Eaters?"

"Could a Death Eater be caught like this?"

"Then the old guys from our Ministry of Magic who were killed and injured in the line of duty are just losers, aren't they?"

"Some people were even scared to the point of peeing. No matter how timid a dark wizard is, he wouldn't do this."

"Can you name any of the Death Eater-like things they did?" Fudge's voice rose, his voice becoming stern, "Except for this outfit."

"Leave aside their attire—"

Next to the tent, the little boy shouted loudly: "They are bad guys. They burned our tent! They also pushed my mother!"

The mother on the side quickly covered the child's mouth.

Anyone with a discerning eye can already see the butt of the Minister of Magic in front of them.

Old Crouch's face became more and more gloomy. This did not prove that they were Death Eaters at all.

The penalty is a few drinks at most.

"Haha," Fudge waved his hand, "Kids, this only means they are drunk."

"You know, a lot of people were really excited about the Irish win."

"As for pushing your mother," he winked, "kid, did you really not notice that the campground is very crowded?"

"It's normal to bump into people, it's a normal thing."

He turned around and ordered again: "Delix, put our victim down quickly."

"They are all decent people. It is humiliating enough to be attacked and dressed as Death Eaters."

"Also, remember to clean up the photos later -"

Old Crouch interrupted: "Wait a minute, there is no evidence that they are not Death Eaters. Just check-"

Fudge waved his hand impatiently, "Just check their arms?"

"Yes, the Death Eater has the mark of the Dark Devil on his arm."

"But you haven't noticed that hanging on this cold night are the victims who were once controlled by the Imperius Curse and forcibly marked by the mysterious man."

"More than ten years ago, they were targeted by mysterious people because of their respectable status and generous family assets, and they suffered unjust injustice."

Crouch's attitude softened. He understood what Fudge meant.

A case that has been concluded cannot be overturned.

The senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and the wizards of the Wizengamot will not be wrong.

If you let them be wrong, you will not have a good ending.

Seeing Crouch's silence, Fudge finally showed a genuine and relaxed smile.

He patted Crouch's shoulder, looked around and said loudly, "You all need to understand."

"No Death Eaters have escaped, and the mysterious man is completely dead."

"You must believe in the Ministry of Magic, believe me, believe--"

"The skeleton reappears!" Without any sign, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

A huge green, shining thing flew into the air.

It was an extremely large skeleton, composed of countless green star-like things, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue.

The skeleton rose higher and higher, emitting a dazzling light in a cloud of green smoke, and against the dark night sky, it looked like a new constellation.

The Death Eaters who were hanging upside down were just surrounded by it.

"Faint!" Almost at the moment when the voice appeared, twenty voices shouted at the same time-

Burning red light shot out from the wands of wizards led by Crouch, heading towards the direction of the green light in the darkness.

Fudge's face turned pale.

The next second, a yellow solid-liquid mixture flowed through the body of an incontinent Death Eater, giving Fudge's face a new color.

A camera flash flashed by.

——

On the speeding steam train.

In the workshop.

"Look at how stupid Fudge is!" Ron spread the Daily Prophet on the table and laughed, holding his stomach. "He licked it."

"What a pity it was old Crabbe's, not Lucius Malfoy's!"

"But he's embarrassed too. Now everyone in the world knows that he likes to wear green, silver and white striped underwear."

"My dad said that they were all fined a lot of gold Galleons."

"What a pity, why didn't they go to Azkaban!"

Bang!

"Ouch," Ron covered his leg, "Who kicked it!"

"Malfoy." Harry was a little worried for some reason.

Ginny was keenly aware of her boyfriend's mood and held Harry's hand.

Draco Malfoy was looking at Ron coldly. Facing Harry's gaze, he lowered his head and dodged.

Crabbe and Goyle were still behind him.

But Crabbe covered his face with a black cloth, and his short pot-bottom hair exposed him.

The three of them said nothing and walked directly to the back of the car.

"What a coward!" Ron muttered, shocked by the strange Draco, "If you have the guts, stay!"

"Evil Slytherin!"

Harry shook Ginny's hand and said to Ron, "I told you to close the door."

"What, or--" "Ron Weasley!" Ron was about to refute, but was scolded by Ginny and shut up.

Hermione was flipping through a book with a depressed look, ignoring everything that had just happened in the carriage.

Even Crookshanks curled up beside her legs and rubbed against her, she didn't notice it.