Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

494. Chapter 491 Rufus Scrimgeour

    A series of dazzling red flashes flashed over the ruins.

    The silhouette flickers, and hundreds of burning red lights are shot from the wizard's wand and staggered.

    Hit the wreckage of the ruins and was bombarded into the darkness.

    "I saw it, he Apparition!"There is a wizard shouting.

    "Don't say silly, this area does not allow Apparition…"

    But thinking of Kreshkov, who suddenly disappeared, this sentence is particularly unconvincing tonight.

    "The man suddenly disappeared from my eyes, if not Apparition…"The sound was a meal, then he said with amazement, "There is a man lying on the ground, unconscious, oh, good heavens, this is?!"

    "what have you found?!"Mr. Crouch said in a cold, unaffected voice.

    He squinted his face and his sharp eyes fell in the darkness.

    A few seconds later, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a wizard came out with a small soft body.

    There is a tea towel around her neck, which is the house elf!

    Mr. Crouch watched the other person put his house elf under his feet, did not move, and did not speak.

    The other officials of the Ministry of Magic are staring at Mr. Crouch, the atmosphere in the air is weird.

    For a few seconds, Crouch stood motionless as if it had solidified.

    On the pale face, the pair of fire-breathing eyes stared at the sparkling ground.

    Then he seems to have come back again.

    "This, this is impossible, impossible!"He said in a meal, "Impossible!"

    He quickly circumvented the wizard in front of him and strode toward the spot where the spark was found.

    "No use, Mr. Crouch!"I found Winky's the wizard shouting, "There is no one else."

    But Mr. Crouch didn't seem to care about him. Everyone heard him walking around.

    He searched carefully in the dark ruins, and kept coming to the sound of the gravel rolling.

    When Ivan and Hermione came down, he did not come out of the ruins.

    "Ivan, Hermione, are you both okay?"

    Ivan saw Sirius and Mr. Weasley strode over them and looked very scared.

    In the sky, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Krum, Fred, George, and other Quiddich members all fell slowly beside them.

    Everyone gathered to ask about the status of Ivan and Hermione, and wept so much.

    Everyone was shocked by the power of Ivan's, and I didn't expect this 13-year-old to be so powerful.

    Familiar people know that Ivan is using the power of Philosopher's Stone.

    The powerful Philosopher's Stone, which contains magic power, is beyond the imagination of the world.

    In a short while, Fudge came over under the protection of a group of Aurons.

    He didn't seem to have recovered from the huge shock, and asked Ivan who he was fighting with him.

    "Enough, these two children need a break!"Sirius said impatiently, "Ivan just had a fight with the dark wizard that suddenly broke into, which should have been the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic. To know the truth, you can ask who is caught in the dark wizard and know who they are and where they come from! ”

    "You are right, Black!"Fudge nodded, "We do…"

    Just then, the Ministry of Magic Officials on the edge of the ruins made another scream, and everyone hurried over.

    The Aurors seem to be discussing whether this house elf cast the Dark Mark and the final focus is on the wand.

    To use this magic, you must have a wand, and the glittering hand does hold one.

    The scenes were in a mess, and when everyone squeezed, the expressionless Crouch came out of the ruins.

    His face was still terrible, and his hands and toothbrush-like moustache were twitching.

    "Barty, where have you been tonight?"Fudge hurriedly asked, looking more panick than him. "It's hard to imagine that this happened in the evening, the dark wizard's attack, and now even the Dark Mark is out!"

    "I have been busy!"Mr. Crouch said that it was still the same word, and the lips barely moved. "In the course of the game, someone sneaked into my tent and they seemed to be looking for something!"

    "Let me see, those guys are absolutely crazy, what will people say tomorrow?!"Fudge complained, “You don’t have to think about it, they definitely think it’s all the Ministry of Magic’s fault, but who can…good heavens, what happened to this house elf?”

    He seems to see that the house elf lying on the floor is shining.

    One person quickly walked from the crowd to Fudge and whispered a few words.

    This wizard looks like an old lion, his brown hair and thick eyebrows are mixed with gray.

    Behind the gold-rimmed glasses is a pair of sharp eyes, staring at Crouch with a bad eye.

    Although a bit embarrassing, there is a big step in the shouting of the Shooting Star.

    It immediately made people feel that he is a keen, tough guy.

    He is Rufus Scrimgeour, director of the Ministry of Magic Auror, and is currently the strongest Auror.

    "Rufus, you mean…"Fudge's eyes then fell on the wand in the glittering hands.

    Then, he seemed to suddenly discover what the truth was, and looked up and looked at Crouch unbelievably.

    "So, Crouch's house elf cast the Dark Mark with this wand!"Fudge's voice with a hint of horror, slowly said, "you know who's mark, how could she use this magic?!"

    Crouch didn't talk, and his eyes fell on the wand of the sparkling hands.

    He didn't seem to hear Fudge's words, nor did he understand what the other party meant.

    "It can't be her…"Someone whispered.

    "Even if not her, this house elf can't escape!"Scrimgeour said bluntly, "She violated the Code of Wand Use's Clause 3: no non-human creature is permitted to carry or use a wand."

    But

    “I think we should listen to how this house elf defends itself and then judge!”Scrimgeour continued, “If you have no comments, Mr. Crouch…”

    He seemed to be asking Crouch, but he didn't wait for the other person to answer, he quickly lifted his wand and pointed to the flash, "Enervate!"

    Glittering and powerless, the bronze bell-like brown eyes opened.

    She squinted her eyes and looked awkward.

    Under the silent eyes of the wizards, she twitched and sat up.

    Then she slowly and squinted and looked at the crowd.

    Then, I slowly turned my eyes to the night sky above.

    It can be clearly seen that the floating image of the dragonfly is reflected in her two big, sluggish eyes.

    She took a breath of cold air and looked at the people around the open space in confusion, suddenly crying in fear.