Hogwarts: Don't call me Wandmaker

Chapter 322 The Captured Death Eaters
The chaos subsided much faster than expected.

When Siron returned to the camp, the flames that had been burning had all been extinguished, and the piercing shouts and shrill laughter had disappeared. People from the Ministry of Magic were cleaning up the mess nearby.

Xiren also ran into Lupin, but just as he was about to go up and say hello, he was given a severe scolding.

“You should go into the woods with Pomona instead of running around in a camp full of Death Eaters.”

"Thank goodness you're alright... no, you should be thankful you didn't run into those Death Eaters!"

"They don't care whether you're a student or a grown wizard..."

Lupin talked a lot, but soon his attention was drawn to something else.

Mr. Weasley is back, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

His face was very pale, unusually showing anger.

The reason was that Harry, Harry, and his two friends secretly ran away from Professor Sprout and somehow ended up at the place where the Dark Mark had been conjured.

To put it simply, if Harry hadn't been the "savior," the "boy who survived," they would probably be in Azkaban by now.

Fortunately, he was Harry Potter. No one believed that the savior who had defeated Voldemort would voluntarily conjure the Dark Mark, which is why they were released.

Lupin's face turned red with anger after hearing Mr. Weasley's words.

As for Siron, he could understand the young wizard's enthusiasm and desire to help. After all, he had two friends like that before.

If James and Sirius were in that situation, they would definitely rush out to help without hesitation... well, that's a Gryffindor habit.

But Harry was different, or rather, Harry and his friends' behavior was even more infuriating than Shiron's. When they went into the woods with Professor Sprout, everyone thought they were safe. But then, without anyone knowing, they secretly slipped away.

No one knows, so naturally no one will look for them. If they encounter danger, there won't even be anyone who might be able to help.

Just like this time when they got involved in the Dark Mark incident and were surrounded by Aurors, if Mr. Weasley hadn't happened to be with the Ministry of Magic's team and promptly revealed his identity to everyone, Harry probably wouldn't have been able to return so easily.

Even if the Ministry of Magic finds out the truth, the three of them will probably suffer.

"Why didn't you tell Professor Sprout when you left the safe camp?" Lupin couldn't help but ask.

“We…” Harry opened his mouth, but didn’t say anything.

The main problem was that he didn't know what to say. He couldn't very well say that they ran outside because they didn't want to be with Malfoy but still wanted to capture Lucius Malfoy.

Fortunately, Professor McGonagall walked in from outside at that moment, which helped them out of the predicament.

“Well, Minerva,” Mr. Weasley was the first to step forward and ask, “have all the Death Eaters been captured?”

“Most of them ran away,” Professor McGonagall said. “The camp is too big; if they want to escape, it’s very difficult for us to stop them.”

“However, we also caught quite a few troublemakers,” Professor Flitwick stepped forward from behind.

His face was flushed, but not from drinking; it was flushed from excitement.

He hadn't fought so freely and aggressively in a long time. If those cowards hadn't run away so fast, he felt he could have fought until dawn.

"Is Lucius Malfoy among those masked men?" Harry ran up from behind and asked impatiently, "The one who's Draco Malfoy's father."

Mr. Weasley had initially intended to stop him, but upon hearing this, he also looked curiously at Professor McGonagall. If he dared to stake his Ford Anglia, Lucius Malfoy must also be in the Death Eaters' procession.

If Professor McGonagall really catches him red-handed, that would be great; he'll definitely find a way to keep him in Azkaban for a few more days.

“Lucius…no, we haven’t caught Mr. Malfoy,” Professor McGonagall said.

Interestingly, she, who is usually meticulous and serious, did not deny Mr. Weasley's statement, but only said that he had not been caught.

“However…” Professor McGonagall hesitated for a moment before continuing, “We’ve captured Crabbe and Mr. Goyle, and they’ve already been taken away by the Aurors.”

“Crawb, Goyle!” Harry shouted, then realized that Professor McGonagall wasn’t referring to Draco Malfoy’s two henchmen, but to their father.

Come to think of it, the Malfoy family are all Death Eaters, so how could his henchmen not be?
"What will happen to them?" Ron asked excitedly. "Will they be thrown straight into Azkaban?"

“I don’t know, Mr. Weasley,” Professor McGonagall shook her head. “That’s a matter for the Ministry of Magic to consider.”

“Arthur.” She looked up at Mr. Weasley again. “I’ll leave this place to you. We’ve been delayed for too long and must get back as soon as possible.”

“Of course, no problem,” Mr. Weasley said. “And you’ve already done enough; the Ministry of Magic is perfectly capable of handling the rest.”

Professor McGonagall nodded, looking somewhat tired.

She was in a state of high excitement while watching the Quidditch match, and after fighting for so long, she must be feeling tired.

Professor Flitwick was an exception; his love for dueling far exceeded his love for Quidditch, and coupled with his considerable whiskey consumption, he felt no fatigue whatsoever, but rather grew increasingly excited.

But those people have already run away.

Urged by Professor McGonagall, he and Professor Sprout also used Apparition to leave the camp.

……

"If you ask me, Mr. Crouch should get rid of this house-elf."

When the group returned to the tent, Percy was still expressing his opinions, but no one around him was listening attentively.

Everyone turned to look at Mr. Weasley as he walked in.

“How is it, Dad?” Bill asked.

His arm was injured, and he covered it with a sheet; blood kept gushing out.

“It’s almost resolved.” Mr. Weasley rubbed his forehead. “Thanks to Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, they saved the Roberts family in time, which has relieved the Aurors and the strikers of a lot of worries.”

"Right now, the problem is more about the Black Magic Mark."

“The Dark Mark…” Harry frowned. “I’ve been wondering about this ever since. What is it? Why does everyone look so nervous when they see it? And what are Death Eaters?”

“That’s what the followers of the Mystic call themselves,” Ron explained quietly from the side. “And the Dark Mark is also the Mystic’s symbol, meaning he has arrived.”

Ron shuddered involuntarily, as if just mentioning the matter made him feel afraid.

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(End of this chapter)