People are in Hogwarts, and werewolves block the door at the beginning..

Chapter 228: Fudge is covered in shit

Bajir still watched the game carefully.

Although the content of the game was average, the surrounding atmosphere and the proactive Hermione helped him kill some time.

He also expressed his desire to become a teacher and told Hermione, who was breathing heavily and wiping her mouth, some stories about Peter the Bard.

What's more important is the upcoming arrival of the Death Eaters led by Lucius Malfoy.

Although they didn't hang the Roberts family, the Muggle grounds wardens, in the air and toss them around for fun like in the novel version.

But they were also the ones who strolled among the crowd, wearing black pointed hats with bone masks, constantly attacking tents with fire spells, turning the entire camp into ruins.

Like an FFF group.

All I can say is that for the sake of drama, the Death Eaters in the movie version were made much stronger.

The Ministry employees in the novel did nothing out of fear that it would bring down the Roberts family.

And in the movie, nothing really happened.

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

He ran away without following the main group and got lost even after Hermione called his name many times.

The more he called his name, the faster he ran, getting away from Hermione and the Weasleys.

Those who didn't know would think that 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 a disaster.

Here comes another of Daniel Harry's inevitable flat fall.

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

Sleeping like a baby among the burning tents and lawns, fortunately unharmed.

After waking up, he was discovered by Crouch Jr. who came from Little Hangleton to place the Dark Mark. When he approached, Ron and Hermione, the Ministry of Magic and Arthur Weasley arrived at the right time.

This luck is amazing!

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

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

Seeing the fainted Harry, and controlling the flames to bypass Dumbledore's favorite, it makes sense that Draco was his 'enemy'.

Just as Baqir was secretly plotting against Harry in his heart, Daniel Harry, who had long hair and a low appearance, patted him on the shoulder.

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

Basil turned his head, looking a little uncomfortable with Harry calling him by his first name.

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

But there were two Grangers in the tent now.

Hmm? The other Granger was in her room with Ginny, and Bagel rolled his eyes at the sudden intimacy.

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

Baqir nodded noncommittally.

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

The Weasley twins humming happily in the tent, as if they were in love with Ron, who was racking his brains to find words to praise Krum, were evidence of this.

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

The gift given to him by "The Dark Lord·Broken Soul" that allows him to read minds as long as he pays attention is usually suppressed by him.

Why are you trying to talk to him instead of accompanying Ginny at this time?

Oh my god, could it be that the movie version of Harry really has gay tendencies?

Bagir carefully moved his buttocks half way back.

But Harry wasn't paying attention.

His face flickered with desire and curiosity.

"I just heard the story you told Hermione. You think the Resurrection Stone—"

Baqir: The legend of the three brothers? Didn't you know that a long time ago? Oh, you are Daniel Harry, you have really sharp ears!

"You mean the Resurrection Stone? Maybe it really exists."

"But it is very likely not a true resurrection. The undead spirit summoned is based on the impression of the deceased in one's mind."

"It's a bit like a magic painting, closer to what happens when a magic wand flashes back."

"How can you be sure?" Harry said with a disappointed look, "I mean, what is the Flashback Charm?"

"How can I be sure? The old wand of your world can be broken." Basil resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

Seeing Daniel and Harry helping him get rid of Ginny, and the intimacy that face brought to him, he patiently explained: "It does not refer to the replay spell that the Aurors use to check what spell the wand has released."

"That's an extremely rare phenomenon."

"If the cores of two wands come from the same magical creature, it can be said that it is a meeting of brothers' wands."

Harry's breathing quickened as he thought about himself and Voldemort.

"They won't attack each other normally," said Badgill. "But if the owner of the wands forces them to fight, this is what happens: one wand will force the other to repeat an echo of the spell it cast - in reverse."

"If it was the Killing Curse, the shadow of the person who died under that spell would emerge from the tip of the wand."

"That shadow retains the appearance and personality of the deceased, and may even be able to hold a conversation."

"But it is only an illusion, a phenomenon similar to the reverse echo."

Hermione nodded, "Harry, resurrection is impossible."

At some point, Hermione and Ginny joined them.

Harry, with emotions going through a lot, leaned on Ginny's shoulder with his eyes blank, "Is that so?"

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

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

The flame on the tent behind him went out instantly.

The shivering little boy and his mother looked at the boy's tall back.

The Death Eaters holding torches and wearing bone masks were hung upside down in the air, twisted into all kinds of weird shapes.

Revealing the hairy thighs and colorful panties.

Invisible strings start from the boy's fingertips, controlling these puppets.

The puppets wanted to speak, but they found that not only their limbs, but also their faces, mouths and tongues were out of control.

This fear, as if they were a snake on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered at any time, caused several Death Eaters to suffer from diuresis, and their own excrement covered them and even entered their nasal cavities.

"what is that?"

"Kite?"

"It's raining?"

This marginal area attracted the attention of other wizards who were celebrating noisily.

Until a wizard cast a lighting spell into the dark sky.

More details were also revealed one by one.

"Death Eaters!"

“They’ve been caught!”

"His underwear isn't as pretty as mine!"

At this moment, the Death Eaters led by Lucius Malfoy seemed like stars under the flashing lights.

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

The wizards who were farther away even took out their telescopes, the kind that could take pictures using magic.

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

“Wearing a mask is not good!”

The next second, the Death Eaters' masks shattered, revealing faces familiar to British wizards.

The sound of taking pictures became more frequent.

Basil smiled slightly, hiding his merits and fame, and disappeared on the spot. After hearing the Death Eaters, the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and the strikers who followed them fled with the door key, Apparition, and Floo Network, heard the news from several low-level employees that everything in the camp was fine.

He arrived late and ran into old Crouch, who had rushed over with his men after hearing that the Death Eaters had disappeared.

Fudge adjusted his newly restyled hair and his new suit.

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

Old Barty Crouch gave a cold smile in return, "I remember that you, Minister, should be in the camp."

"How come you arrived with me who is working overtime in London?"

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

"Why are there people among these Death Eaters that you personally invited to watch the game in the same box?"

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

He shouted at the wizards who gathered around him, not bothering to keep a pleasant face.

"Dawlish, get these people out of here!"

"Save these food- no, save the victims."

There were bursts of boos from all around.

"I don't think so." Old Crouch and his men blocked the strikers led by Dawlish.

Fudge wiped the sweat off his forehead, his eyes darting around, "They are most likely victims."

"The 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 braked hastily again.

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

He said to the wizards around him who kept giving him the middle finger and swearing, "Everyone, pay attention."

"Are they really Death Eaters?"

"A Death Eater would be caught like this?"

"Then aren't all the old guys in our Ministry who died or were injured in the line of duty good-for-nothings?"

"Some people were even scared to the point of peeing. Even the most timid dark wizard wouldn't be like that."

"Can you give them any examples of things they do that resemble Death Eaters?" Fudge's voice rose and became stern. "Except for this suit."

"Apart from their attire—"

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

The mother nearby quickly covered the child's mouth.

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

Old Crouch's face became even gloomier. This did not prove that they were Death Eaters.

At most you have to drink a few glasses of wine as punishment.

"Haha," Fudge waved his hand, "Little friend, this only proves that they are drunk."

"You know, there were a lot of people who were very excited about the Irish victory."

"As for pushing your mother," he blinked, "Little boy, did you really not notice that the campsite was very crowded?"

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

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

"They were respectable people, and being attacked and dressed in Death Eater clothing was humiliating enough."

"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 hands impatiently, "Just check their arms?"

"Yes, there is a Dark Mark on the Death Eater's arm."

"But you didn't notice that the ones hanging on this cold night are the victims who were once controlled by the Imperius Curse and forcibly marked by the You-Know-Who."

"More than a decade ago, they were targeted by a mysterious person because of their respectable status and wealth, and suffered an unjust murder."

Old Crouch's attitude softened. He understood what Fudge was emphasizing.

A case that has been concluded cannot be overturned.

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

If you let them make mistakes, it will be bad for you.

Seeing that old Crouch was silent, Fudge finally revealed a truly relaxed smile.

He patted old Crouch on the shoulder, looked around and said loudly, "You all need to understand."

"No Death Eaters have escaped, and the You-Know-Who is completely dead."

"You have to trust the Ministry of Magic, trust me, trust—"

"The corpse reappears!" Without any warning, a voice suddenly broke the silence.

A huge green shiny object flew into the air.

It was an enormous skeleton, made up of countless emerald green star-like things. A huge python emerged from the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue.

The skull rose higher and higher, glowing brightly in a cloud of green smoke, like a new constellation against the dark sky.

The Death Eaters who were hung upside down were surrounded in it.

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

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

Fudge's face turned pale.

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

A camera flash flashed by.
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On a speeding steam train.

In the workshop.

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

"What a shame it was old Crabbe's and not Lucius Malfoy's!"

"But he also lost face. Now everyone in the world knows that he likes to wear green, silver and white striped underwear."

"My father told me that they were all fined a large sum of Galleons."

"What a shame, they're not in Azkaban!"

boom!
"Ouch," Ron covered his leg, "Who kicked you?"

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

Ginny, acutely aware of her boyfriend's mood, squeezed Harry's hand.

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

Crabbe and Goyle were still behind him.

However, Crabbe covered his face with a black cloth, and his short pot-shaped haircut exposed him.

The three of them walked straight to the rear of the car without saying anything.

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

"Evil Slytherin!"

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

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

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

Even when Crookshanks curled up and rubbed against his legs, he ignored it.

(End of this chapter)