Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

Felix beckons with the hand at the Ministry of Magic staff, and one of them ran over excitedly, "Hello, Mister Haip! It's incredible, you actually stopped the riot head-on ..." He looked young, and the acne on his face was bright with excitement.

Felix calmly said: "These...should be yours?"

"Don't worry! Leave it to us." The wizard patted his chest and took it out of his pocket. A whistle blew "didi", and no one came over after blowing it for a long time. He said frustratedly: "Those of my colleagues should have been knocked out..."

Felix pointed to him The direction when he came, "I found some people and placed them in that direction."

"Moore! Keane! Come with me!" the wizard shouted, before leaving. I can’t help but say: "It's an honor to fight with you, Mister Haip."

"Let's help put out the fire." Mr. Weasley said, he called Bill and Charlie away, Sirius thought about it, and Felix He said hello: "I'm going to find Harry them."

Felix turned towards him nodded, circled around the camp, and saved some injured people. By the way, Patronus notified Lupin and Kray. Mi them, everyone rushed over, along with the mother and son.

"Thank you, thank you--" The young mother continuously thanked him.

When I returned to the battlefield, there were already hundreds of Ministry of Magic wizards, and they were orderly classifying these mobs and taking them away.

Fudge kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, with expressions of fear and disgust mixed on his face, "Take it all away! Ask them about their nationality and identity, and inform them of the Ministry of Magic! And these , These..."

He hesitantly looked at the hooded wizard who fell on the ground, unable to make a decision. He had just looked at the faces of these people, and the familiar faces made his stomach churn.

"Report Minister, these hooded men are the leaders of this riot, and they also dragged the Roberts family out of the house. They were greatly frightened and are undergoing memory therapy..."

Fudge’s lips trembled, and his heart was very hesitant. Most of these hooded men are pure blood. If they are all judged by mastermind, they must be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least three or five months, but he will not Want to get the support of these people.

"ka-cha!" "ka-cha!"

A sound of the camera's shutter sounded, and clusters of purple smoke drifted in midair.

Rita Skeeter excitedly directed her assistant, "Here, here, and there...what have I seen? The failed fans in the Quiddich World Cup took the lead in making trouble, bullying the muggle for fun... "Her mouth is almost crooked.

"Did you take the picture of Mister Haip standing in the crowd?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Only the back view." Her photographer said.

"That's fine, we can do a series of reports--"

Fudge's fingers trembled, "When did they come? Get rid of them! No, wait ——" He rolled his eyes and whispered to the secretary: "Collect their photos, don't destroy them, keep them in secret."

Walsh Sidric nodded, moved, from the consultant office of Ministry of Magic towards Rita Skeeter walked, "Madam, the matter is still under investigation, and the photos you took will serve as important evidence..."

Rita Skeeter’s argument sounded, but What Walsh Sidrick said to her, "...Pureblood, you don't want to offend them?"

Rita Skeeter blinked and thought about it, "Okay , You owe me a favor." She turned her back to Walsh Sidrick, facing the photographer beckons with the hand, secretly leaving behind a stack of negatives, replacing the remaining one with a brand new one, and she turned around , Shaking the negative at Walsh Sidrick, he just wanted to reach for it, but the negative turned to ashes.

"Skeet, you--" Walsh Sidrick flustered and exasperated.

Rita Skeeter cunning said: "I have to let them take my favor, what do you think, Mr. Sidrick?"

On the edge of the woods, Harry and the three Meeting with Ginny and Weasley twin, they rushed over. They squeezed into the crowd of onlookers and searched for the silhouettes of Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie and Sirius. They had helped to maintain order before.

But the Ministry of Magic people formed a row to separate the scenes inside. They couldn't see clearly, so they could only stand on tiptoes and try to see something.

Hermione asked in a low voice, "Did you see Professor Haip?"

"He should be leaving," Harry said, "I watched him leave, and I couldn't see the injury. "

"It's so cool!" Ron said in admiration, "He defeated them alone. Those wizards faced him like headless flies, or Billy Wiggs without thorns. There is no threat."

Hermione said solemnly: "That's because the professor used more than one ancient magic. Did you see the golden shield? He blocked hundreds of incantions. Later, he used Disapparation to avoid it. , It’s too dangerous..."

Harry said: "It's not to avoid, but to look for opportunities. That's a tactic. I tried to copy it when I played a duel game with Sirius in the summer vacation, but unfortunately— —"

Hermione said disapprovingly: "That's dangerous, Harry, Disapparation is difficult to cast continuously, let alone use spell quickly."

"I know, but once you learn Now..." Harry didn't continue, but looked at the scene meaningfully. From the gaps in the body of the Ministry of Magic staff, you could see hundreds of wizards lying slantingly on the ground.

Everything is without words.

On the other side, people from the team that reversed the accidental magic incident arrived. Based on the various "mutilated limbs" left on the scene, they found those who had failed Disapparation and were nailed to the spot.

Ron looked around, trying to see clearly what was there: "Arms, thighs, what are they... bloody!" He was suddenly patted on the head from behind. It was Mr. who came over. Weasley, with Bill and Charlie behind him, Sirius was standing on the other side and smiling at Harry.

"Don't look around, be careful of nightmares." Mr. Weasley said, they were all dirty and there were traces of being burnt by the fire.

"I'm just curious, you tell me if they stay—" Ron said, stopped, as if attracted by something, he looked at Charlie, his mouth grew a little bit, he Pointing to Charlie: "Eyes, eyes—still moving!"

"What?" Charlie looked at him unfathomable mystery, Weasley glanced at Charlie, and hurriedly pulled him aside.

On top of Charlie's head, there is a brown eyeball, turning in horror. There was a circle of "crash-bang" around, and Harry's heart was beating peng peng. Mr. Weasley shouted loudly: "Arnold! There is another one here! Disapparation has split!"

A sturdy wizard ran over and took a look. Grinned, "With Some blood vessels...If you don't care about him..." He gestured to his eyes in a'surge' gesture.

Mr. Weasley frowned, "There is a child here."

"Oh, sorry—two people here!" The wizard named Arnold turned around and shouted, soon, there is Two people came over, they surrounded this eyeball and used wand pointing fingers on it, "I'll go there." Arnold said, in the horrified eyes of everyone, he grabbed the eyeball, squeezed and squeezed, as if to pinch it. burst.

"peng!"

He disappeared with his eyeballs.

"Wait, he will be back in a while." The wizard next to him said casually, yawning heavily, "Today is going to work overtime again."

Ron fiercely After swallowing, he felt a little nauseated, as if swallowing something greasy, couldn't help but retching, and Harry and Hermione's expressions were also uncomfortable.

Twin has a deep grievance. Ron showed unskilled Disapparation before them, and they plan to learn it in advance.

On the other side, a heavyweight figure appeared.

Stinchcombe ·Crouch said with a cold face, "Excuse me, please." He crossed the crowd and squeezed into the circle surrounded by Ministry of Magic like a rock.

"Crouch?" Fudge was out of anger when he saw him. He originally wanted to ask him about his strangeness, but when such a big accident happened, he had already threw these thoughts beyond the topmost clouds. NS.

"I made you responsible for the safety of the Quiddich world cup, where did you go!"

"Go track those masked people." Crouch said stiffly.

Harry stared at the back of Stinchcombe ·Crouch's head from behind, not only wanted to make sure that the scar on his forehead was still painful, but also wanted to see if he could see an ugly face belonging to Voldemort.

Sirius also looked at him with probing eyes. Godfather and his godson watched for a long time. Harry shook his head at Sirius. There was no response this time.