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

Chapter 321 The Self-Deceiving Minister of Magic

Just like that, the greatest white wizard reached a consensus with the current Minister of Magic.

Fudge was worried that the Dark Mark would reappear after fourteen years, which would cause panic among the people and also deal a blow to his prestige.

Dumbledore's purpose is naturally self-evident.

No matter whether he is the headmaster of Hogwarts or the founder of the Order of the Phoenix, he cannot watch his students being taken away.

The two people have different goals, but they don't conflict with each other, so they hit it off immediately.

"Let's send the child to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins first." Dumbledore looked at Mr. Weasley and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore, and thank you, Mr. Minister." Mr. Weasley breathed a sigh of relief and thanked Dumbledore with gratitude, and of course he did not forget to include Fudge.

Although Mr. Weasley was overly upright, he still understood workplace etiquette, and if he simply thanked Dumbledore, that would undoubtedly directly offend Fudge, and he didn't want to lose his job in the Ministry.

Seeing Mr. Weasley being so understanding, Fudge showed a gentle smile on his face, patted Mr. Weasley on the shoulder, and said generously, "Don't worry, the child will be fine. Now it seems that the child is just a victim."

After Mr. Weasley helped Ron, who was in a deep coma, he Apparated away.

"Now it's up to the Aurors to track it down."

Fudge seemed to remember something. His chubby face was filled with a smile again, and he turned to Dumbledore.

"This time the Fiendfyre was contained and did not spread and cause greater damage, all thanks to you, Headmaster Dumbledore. I think your reputation will be even more respected."

Faced with Fudge's somewhat reluctant flattery, Dumbledore shook his head.

There was more sighing in those wise blue eyes.

"You know, I don't care about fame. If necessary, I'd rather trade it for some cockroach coffee candies from Honeydukes."

"Cockroach. Coffee candy?" Fudge smiled unnaturally.

"The credit for extinguishing the Fiendfyre has nothing to do with me," Dumbledore said lightly.

"Nothing to do with it?" Fudge was a little confused. He laughed dryly and said, "You are always so modest."

"No." Dumbledore denied it. He turned his head and saw three figures walking towards him from a distance.

"Look, the real hero is here."

Everyone who was still present, including Minister of Magic Fudge, turned their heads to look.

When they saw Yang An and the other two approaching.

Fudge was obviously a little surprised. He recognized Yang An at a glance. After all, they had just met not long ago.

Fudge was impressed by this young man, who was humble and polite and was highly appreciated by Burke.

But
"I remember that child was still a student, right?" Fudge was a little dissatisfied, thinking that Dumbledore was joking.

"But he should be the most outstanding student in Hogwarts in the past two hundred years." Dumbledore replied softly, then walked forward quickly.

Ignoring the surprised crowd.

"Mr. Yang, Miss Granger, and Miss Penelope, I seem to have warned you that this place is very dangerous."

"With the greatest white wizard in history here, I guess it shouldn't be a big deal," Yang An said innocently.

"And Mr. Minister."

Fudge, who had hurriedly caught up, couldn't suppress the smile on his face when he heard this. He coughed and said, "You are right, kid. You don't have to worry about your safety."

"Of course, it's still a little dangerous here."

Fudge seemed to want to question Dumbledore. He said to Yang An, "I heard from your principal that you helped put out the fire? Maybe I should give you a commendation and criticize you at the same time. This is very dangerous, kids."

But after Fudge finished speaking, Hermione looked at Penelope and took the initiative to say, "No, Minister."

Fudge looked at Hermione with a surprised expression.

"What do you want to say miss?"

"We didn't put out the fire together," Hermione retorted seriously, "Yang put it out alone."

Looking at Fudge who left in a hurry.

He still felt that it was impossible for a student who was about to enter the fourth grade to extinguish the Fiendfyre that had left many Ministry of Magic commissioners helpless.

Fudge refused to acknowledge the incident.

He was convinced that Dumbledore must have been involved, and even Fudge, a power-hungry man, began to suspect whether Dumbledore wanted to use this to undermine the prestige of the Ministry of Magic.

Hermione was puzzled when Fudge refused to admit the truth.

Obviously, she and Penelope could testify to this matter, but their Minister of Magic just didn't want to admit it.

"I don't understand why."

Hermione had a very bad impression of the Minister.

"It doesn't matter. If you don't want to admit it, then don't admit it." Yang An didn't care. He glanced at the smiling Dumbledore.

Old Deng wouldn't want to push him out to carry a gun.

Before Harry Potter was trained, Dumbledore probably wanted to find someone to divert the attention of the Ministry of Magic and the wizarding world.

But this was just Yang An's guess, he didn't say much.

"After all, if we admit that it was a fourth-year Hogwarts student who put out the fire, the spit of the wizards who came to participate in the World Cup would drown our Minister." Yang An joked.

"Giggle."

Dumbledore laughed so hard that tears welled up in his eyes. He nodded and said humorously, "Perhaps the Minister can swim in it."

"Alright kids, the place you should go now is St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sorrow."

Dumbledore spoke up, "I can take you there. You should get yourself checked out. St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Sins is probably full tonight."

St Mungo's Hospital for Wizardry.

Seventh floor, severe spell damage critical care unit
In the corridor, the Weasley family was anxiously waiting for news from the doctor. Two Aurors sent by the Ministry of Magic were guarding the door of the special ward.

When Mrs. Weasley learned that her youngest son had released the Dark Mark and was suspected of setting fire to the World Cup camp, she almost fainted.

"This is impossible!" Brothers George and Fred also reacted strongly.

"How could little Ron do such a thing."

"—he can't even Transfiguration properly."

"There must be some mistake."

And other people.

Charlie, Bill, Percy, Ginny and others all firmly refused to believe that Ron would do such a thing.

Of course, this also includes Harry, who was almost injured because of his heroic efforts in putting out the fire.

His clothes were charred and burned to tatters, his arms were still wrapped in bandages, but he had no time to pay attention to his injuries.

"What exactly is going on?"

Harry was very confused. Ron was fine in the afternoon. "Ron must be innocent. He can't be the murderer. What about Headmaster Dumbledore? Does he know about this?"

"Don't worry, kid."

Mrs. Weasley's face was filled with worry and anxiety, but she still managed a smile and comforted Harry, "The headmaster and the minister both think that Ron is being controlled by someone."

control?

Harry was a little confused, he hadn't learned the Unforgivable Curses yet, and now Harry missed Hermione's presence very much, she would definitely explain something.

But seeing the worried and haggard looks on the Weasley family's faces, Harry knew that this was not the time to ask more questions.

At this moment, the elevator door opened and a burst of hurried footsteps sounded.

A girl with messy brown hair rushed into the corridor, and when she saw the red-haired Weasleys, she immediately ran over, "How is Ron?"

When Harry saw her, he was immediately surprised and said, "Hermione."

At the same time, Harry also noticed Penelope and Yang An behind Hermione.

Inevitably, Harry began to have some doubts about Yang An. Thinking back to what happened in the afternoon, the only suspicious thing was that Ron had quarreled with Hermione and was warned by Yang An about it.

But he had only a little suspicion and hid it deep inside.

"Is Ron okay?" Hermione asked with a complicated expression.

Although she had a big fight with Ron, they were still friends after all.

When Hermione learned that Ron was in the intensive care unit, she had no time to be angry.

Harry shook his head slightly.

Seeing Harry's gloomy expression, Hermione's big brown eyes became more worried.

"Yang."

George and Fred greeted Yang An.

Percy's eyes fell on Penelope. He had written a letter to Penelope, but unfortunately Penelope directly rejected it.

Yang An didn't say anything, just nodded.

At this moment, the Weasley family was all anxious and obviously not suitable for chatting.

The main reason he came here was to find clues about Barty Crouch Jr. from Ron.

Even though this guy was locked up and almost became a madman, his IQ is still very high.

He kept himself hidden and didn't even take Ron's wand with him. After all, there was still a trace in Ron's wand, and using it would be detected by the Ministry of Magic.

Instead, he used Ron to confuse the public and quietly slipped away.

He is a rather difficult guy, but this also aroused some interest in Yang An.

There were many people coming and going in the corridor.

Nearly half of the people were tourists who went to watch the Quidditch match. They were all burned by Fiendfyre, a type of dark magic. Burns from Fiendfyre are very serious magical injuries.

Fortunately, St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wizardry can treat Fiendfyre burns.

These people all suffered serious burns, and there are more patients in the lightly injured area downstairs.

Yang An heard the news from Burke and predicted that the Quidditch World Cup attack would result in hundreds of deaths or disappearances and thousands of wizards injured.

Of course, injuries other than burns included Apparating in a panic, which resulted in limb separation.

Many wizards lost fingers or toes in the camp, and some even lost ears and eyes.

In addition, the camp was engulfed by the fierce fire, and they would basically become disabled.

Therefore, the loss this time was indeed heavy.

How many wizards did the Dark Lord kill? No more than a thousand.

Although the Ministry of Magic decided to conceal the truth, it was not so easy to cover up. Many Ministry of Magic staff and wizards who stayed to help saw the Dark Mark.

Before Fudge ordered the news to be blocked, all kinds of news were already flying around.

The horrific memories in the minds of the middle-aged wizards were revived once again, and they began to spread the word that this was a call for the Dark Lord to return.

But it seems to be a blessing in disguise.

"Crack!"

Just as Yang An was thinking, the ward monitored by Aurors was pushed open.

Mr. Weasley came out with the doctor, and it could be seen that Mr. Weasley seemed to have aged several times overnight.

"How is Ron?" Mrs. Weasley stepped forward immediately, holding Mr. Weasley's arm and asking hopefully.

The others pricked up their ears, too.

"He's fine, the doctor said his life is not in danger." Mr. Weasley squeezed his teeth and tried to force a smile, but unfortunately he couldn't.

Yang An narrowed his eyes and looked at the door of the detention room behind Mr. Weasley. His eyes penetrated the door directly and saw Ron Weasley lying on the hospital bed and two Aurors guarding inside.

Being hit by more than a dozen stunning spells, especially powerful ones, would be a big trouble.

Mr. Weasley only said that his life was not in danger, but he did not say that Ron was getting better or waking up.

It seems that the situation is not optimistic.

Mr. Weasley's attempt to conceal his thoughts was also seen through by his wife and children.

"Dad, tell us, what happened to Ron?" Charlie stepped forward, grabbed Mr. Weasley's arm and asked in a deep voice, "We don't want you to bear it alone."

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Mr. Weasley hesitated before finally whispering, "The doctor said there is little hope of waking up. Ron will most likely remain asleep unless he wakes up within three days."

As he spoke, Mr. Weasley reached out and held his wife's hand, comforting her, "Today is only the first day. There is still a chance. We have to believe in Ron."

Mrs. Weasley couldn't help crying, "Oh my Ron, my child, why. Why on earth is this happening."

Although Mr. Weasley said this, everyone knew it was just comforting words.

Everyone had a gloomy look on their face.

"Okay, kids, you can go back first." Mr. Weasley said, "Your mother and I are enough here."

"That's right, you need to go back and rest, Charlie, Bill, take your brothers and sisters back." Mrs. Weasley also spoke.

"No, Dad," George said loudly.

"We're not leaving." Fred said firmly.

Unfortunately, they were no match for Mrs. Weasley, who shooed them away like chickens.

"Harry, you too, you need rest." Mrs. Weasley said, wiping her tears.

Only then did she notice Hermione, Yang An and the other two who had been standing there for a while.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley." Hermione spoke first in a soft voice, looking apologetic.

"Kid, this has nothing to do with you, you should go back first."

Hermione nodded, but Yang An was not ready to leave. He patted Hermione on the shoulder and walked straight towards Mr. Weasley who was left in the corridor.

"Mr. Weasley, I would like to talk to you."

Hermione was a little stunned, looking at Yang An who took the initiative to talk to her, confused. What did he want to do?
Mr. Weasley was also a little confused. He glanced at Yang An and recognized that he had cast Ward to deliver a message to the Burrow before.

"Hello, how can I help you?" asked Mr. Weasley.

"No." Yang An shook his head, "It should be said that I can help you."

"If I can, I might be able to help heal Ron."

When these words were spoken, Mr. Weasley was stunned, as well as Hermione and Harry Potter who stayed behind.

Mrs. Weasley shuddered, and quickly rushed over to grab Yang An's arm, "What did you say, child?"

"I can try to wake him up." Yang An said softly, "If you are willing to believe me, let me try."

(End of this chapter)