Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Just a few minutes.

The giant fire dragon that originally blocked out the sun and illuminated half of the sky was actually slowly dissipating, and the rolling black sea of ​​fire receded like the tide.

This unexpected situation left Hermione and Penelope speechless.

They thought the end was coming.

If such a terrifying dragon descended upon London or any other city in the world, that city would become a hell.

Finally, the flames were completely extinguished, leaving only the charred camp, rising white smoke, and broken supports with sparks, indicating that a horrible fire had occurred here.

Could it be that Yang An was really putting out a fire?

"Remember to keep it a secret for me later."

Suddenly, Yang An's incarnation spoke.

Before Hermione and Penelope could wonder, Yang An smiled and winked at them, then his body turned into mud and disappeared.

"Merlin on top!"

This too-magical act caused the two women to exclaim in surprise.

This action inadvertently proved what Yang An had just said.

Not to mention Hermione.

The center of the camp.

Yang An slowly landed from the air.

"belch--"

He felt a little overfed after devouring all this fierce fire.

Not only can the phoenix swallow the fierce fire, Yang An can also devour the flames and turn them into nourishment for his strength.

But Yang An's attention was not on the undigested magic power stored in his body. He raised his head and looked at the silver-robed old man walking towards him step by step from a distance.

It emits a gentle glow like a silver moon, and is very conspicuous in the charred environment.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

It wasn't until the old man was two meters in front of him that Yang An spoke first, bowing slightly, "Mr. Principal."

When Yang An straightened his back, a smile that would make many girls hold their breath appeared on his handsome and friendly face.

"I didn't expect that Professor Dumbledore would come here in person. If I had known, I wouldn't have wasted so much time."

The tall Dumbledore's deep eyes behind his silver-rimmed glasses showed some smile. After looking Yang An up and down, he spoke in an admiring tone.

"Child, I have tried very hard to tell myself not to be too surprised by your talent, but now it seems that you still give me an unexpected surprise."

"It's just a little effort."

Yang An was not too modest.

He turned and walked towards Hermione and Penelope.

"I hope the gentlemen from the Ministry of Magic won't give me any trouble, after all I broke the rules about using magic outside of school."

Dumbledore laughed loudly. "Believe me, child. No one will blame you for this. You did a great job."

"It's a pity that school hasn't started yet, otherwise I would give your college a score that would make other colleges despair because of your heroic actions."

Dumbledore's jokes were not funny at all.

Everyone knows that old Dumbledore prefers Gryffindor. Three years ago, Gryffindor, which had been defeated by Slytherin for seven consecutive years, always won the house cup.

Of course, Yang An also knew that this was Old Deng's intention to help the savior Mr. Porter build his personal prestige.

After all, the savior has come, Gryffindor has hope and can win the house cup.

Yang An didn't say anything.

The two walked quietly, and after a while Yang An heard rustling sounds coming from behind him.

I turned around and found that it was Dumbledore, the old man who loved sweets, who was peeling off a colorful candy wrapper and stuffing the candy inside into his mouth.

Seeing Yang An turn his head, Dumbledore reached into the pocket of his silver robe again, took out a handful of colorful candies, and gestured to Yang An enthusiastically.

"Want to try it? It's pretty good. I bought it from a new dessert shop in Diagon Alley. It has a different flavor from the candies at Duke of Peaky Bean. I really like the cola flavor."

"No need for that, Mr. Principal, you should keep these candies for yourself."

Yang An glanced at the handful of candies in Dumbledore's hand. If he guessed correctly, these candies were bought from his store.

"That's a pity." Dumbledore put the candy away obediently, and his tone sounded as if Yang An had refused something very important.

The two walked together side by side.

"Has the arsonist been found?" Yang An asked casually.

Dumbledore's wise eyes flickered, and then he spoke softly with a normal expression.

"I believe Fudge will do his job well. Don't worry too much about the children. Leave these matters to us old guys."

Yang An did not comment, "If he could really do it well, then this wouldn't have happened."

"I don't deny that Fudge's ability is a little lacking, but he is also the best candidate for the Minister of Magic at present." Dumbledore said softly.

Then he changed the subject, "But with the help of the Birmingham Company, the camp was evacuated very quickly this time. I heard that you, Yang, are very much appreciated by Mr. Bock?"

"Well, I gave Mr. Burke a lot of advice. You should not forget, Mr. Headmaster, that I come from a Muggle family. My parents are both businessmen, and I should have inherited their talents."

Yang An’s answer was flawless.

But Dumbledore sighed and suggested, "Child, you are still young. You should focus more on learning."

"But a young eagle will never learn to fly if it hides in a safe nest, Mr. Headmaster." Yang An heard Dumbledore's implicit reminder and responded with a smile.

But there was no intention of giving in.

"You are a good child, I believe you can handle this matter well." Dumbledore nodded.

Obviously, the two of them didn't say anything, but it seemed like they said something.

The shadows of the two people began to move away.

the other side.

Hermione and Penelope were a little confused. Yang An disappeared too suddenly. They didn't know whether they should continue to stay here and wait, or leave.

Penelope took out her wand first and gave the two of them a clean up.

The two of them finally got themselves clean and tidy again. Washing machines must not have much of a market in the wizarding world.

"It's Headmaster Dumbledore!"

Hermione spotted two people approaching from a distance, mainly because Dumbledore was too conspicuous.

"It's Dumbledore."

Hermione reminded Penelope quietly, and after looking at each other, they both understood what Yang An meant by keeping it secret.

"Miss Granger? And Miss Clearwater, it's great news to see you two are safe."

Dumbledore spoke from a distance, striding towards the two of them.

"Headmaster." Penelope was a little in awe of Dumbledore. In comparison, Hermione was much more relaxed and smiled at Dumbledore.

"It was Winky who saved us."

"Winky?" Dumbledore repeated the name with a hint of confusion.

"She's right there," Hermione said before she finished. She turned her head and found that there was nothing behind her. The house-elf had quietly left at some point.

"She is a house-elf." Dumbledore's eyes flashed with light. "So, house-elves do have a lot of magic that wizards don't have."

"You are very lucky. House elves usually don't use it. They just move quietly without being noticed by wizards."

Just when Hermione was about to say something else.

Penelope's expression suddenly turned into horror. She widened her eyes and pointed into the distance, "Look over there!"

Wait until Dumbledore and Yang An, who were facing away from the camp, turned around.

Yang An's brows suddenly furrowed deeply.

In the distance, white smoke was rising from the charred sky above the camp, which looked like hell.

A dark green skull was circling slowly, and from the skull's open mouth that seemed to be wailing silently, a python flew out and circled around the huge dark green skull.

"what is that."

There was a bit more fear in Hermione's eyes. Although she didn't understand what it was, she could feel the deep evil in it, a terrifying evil.

"You stay here." Dumbledore did not answer Hermione. For the first time, Hermione saw majesty and seriousness on Dumbledore's face, who was always gentle to others.

Dumbledore's wise eyes were filled with rage. He turned around, his silver robe fluttering, and disappeared on the spot.

Almost at the same time.

At the same time Dumbledore arrived, other Aurors from the Ministry of Magic also rushed to the vicinity, and spells were flying everywhere.

Dozens of spells can be seen hitting a figure holding a magic wand at the same time, knocking the opponent away.

"Caught!"

"Hurry over."

The Ministry of Magic employees in black robes raised their wands and approached the other party cautiously step by step.

in the crowd.

Mr. Weasley looked at the familiar figure lying on the ground, his eyes widened, and then he let out a roar.

"Don't move! That's my son!"

Mr. Weasley squeezed out of the crowd, rushed to the fallen figure, knelt down, and carefully turned the fallen figure over.

For a moment, Mr. Weasley's hands began to tremble more and more.

"Ron."

Mr. Weasley looked at his little son in a daze, in disbelief. He couldn't believe that the person who shot the Dark Mark was actually his son.

"How is this going!"

Mr. Crouch stepped forward with a serious face, "Weasley, let him go first, he is a suspect now."

"No! He is my son, Ron can't be a Death Eater." Mr. Weasley, who was gentle in the past, now burst into a tough aura and stared at the vigilant wizards around him who were holding wands.

"I know my son, he wouldn't be like that." Weasley's voice gradually turned into a plea.

No matter what, Mr. Weasley chose to believe his son the first time it happened.

Barty Crouch pursed his lips and looked at Mr. Weasley before putting away the spell. "Take him back to the Ministry first. After all, he is the first suspect at the crime scene."

Just as other wizards were about to step forward to dissuade or comfort Mr. Weasley.

"I think my students should at least get my consent before handling the matter."

Suddenly, a majestic and loud voice appeared behind everyone.

Barty Crouch turned his head and saw the silver-haired old man walking towards him with big strides, and his eyes moved away unnaturally.

"Headmaster Dumbledore."

As Dumbledore appeared, the wizards who had surrounded him dispersed a little, and each of them had a look of respect on their faces.

"This matter should be under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic, Mr. Principal Dumbledore." Barty Crouch said with a straight face and expressionless expression.

at this time.

There were several more crackling sounds.

Fudge and several high-ranking officials from the Ministry of Magic appeared not far away.

"Thank God, Merlin's beard, has the criminal been caught? What are you doing here?"

Fudge hadn't finished speaking when he saw Dumbledore. His voice suddenly paused and he said in an unnatural tone, "Principal Dumbledore, I didn't expect you to be here too."

"It's been a while, Fudge." Dumbledore turned and smiled.

"This is such a troublesome day." Fudge stopped, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then looked at Dumbledore with some expectation on his face.

"Since you are here, Dumbledore, is this a poor imitation trick?"

"I think not." Dumbledore shook his head. "Clearly, someone has attempted to pose a threat, and a victim of the Imperius Curse has appeared."

"The Imperius Curse?" Fudge repeated, somewhat surprised.

He recalled the period of white terror when no one knew whether their loved ones had been cast under the Imperius Curse when they went out in the morning and came back in the evening.

After the Dark Lord's fall, thousands of people claimed to have been cast under the Imperius Curse by Death Eaters.

"who is it?"

Fudge then began to care about the other person's identity, and the sweat on his forehead became more and more.

"The youngest son of the Weasley family, Ron Weasley." Barty Crouch stepped forward and said in a deep voice.

"Weasley?"

Fudge repeated before noticing Ron Weasley lying on the ground.

"Principal Dumbledore wants to stop us from taking this suspect away," Barty Crouch continued expressionlessly.

"Relax Crouch, he is just a child who is about to enter the fourth grade. He is not a vicious criminal." Dumbledore frowned slightly, but there was some unquestionable tone in his calm voice.

"So this is a misunderstanding, right?" Fudge said, "I mean, a child born after that man's fall can't become a Death Eater."

It can be seen that Fudge is trying his best to avoid linking this matter with the Dark Lord.

"I think so too." Dumbledore smiled gently, "Look, we have reached a consensus. At least Ron should not be treated as a suspect. It is better to send him to the hospital first."

"That's right!"

Mr. Weasley quickly spoke up, "My son needs to go to the hospital now, Merlin. He has been hit by more than a dozen Stunning Curses."

"But the Dark Mark." Barty Crouch frowned.

"If it is the Imperius Curse, it should be easy to detect. I recommend calling Professor Snape. He can handle this perfectly. We should find out who did this."

Dumbledore continued, and as he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to look at Barty Crouch, "By the way, may I ask, Mr. Crouch, do you have a house-elf named Winky in your home?"

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Crouch's expression did not change when he heard this. He nodded impatiently, "Yes, I have a house-elf at home to take care of my daily life. What's the problem? Principal Dumbledore."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore clapped his hands and said lightly, "It's nothing. Winky is great. She saved the lives of two students."

"That's what it should do." Barty Crouch said casually, "So what do you mean, Minister?"

Fudge immediately spoke up upon hearing this, "We can't just push the blame onto a student. What I mean is that we should keep this matter secret to ensure that this child will not be looked at strangely by others."

Dumbledore nodded, "I think this is a wise choice."

(End of this chapter)