The King of Flags at Hogwarts

Charlie was too busy to take time off because fire dragons had been mysteriously disappearing for the past two years. This forced his dragon farm to be on high alert around the clock, fearing that their fire dragons would also suddenly disappear like those in other places.

"Children, I think we should go back now," Arthur said to the children, looking around the room.

Inside the box, Fudge and Malfoy were talking; the Bulgarian Minister of Magic looked grim as he gave Ludo Bagman perfunctory answers; the house-elf Sparky was still occupying his seat, but Barty Crouch hadn't shown up much all night.

Suddenly, a flashing green light shot into the sky from the center of the stadium. The emerald green, star-like object formed a skull in the air, and a snake emerged from the skull's mouth, like a tongue.

"Dark Mark!"

Most of the people in the private room were taken aback and moved closer to the railing to see what was going on.

In the very center of the stadium stood a woman wearing a black hood, who was laughing maniacally, shouting, "He's back! He's back! You're all doomed!"

Before the Aurors could react, the woman had already Apparated away.

"Damn it! We turned off the anti-phantom teleportation device as soon as the match ended!" Bagman said in frustration.

He looked at Minister Fudge behind him, only to suddenly see the house-elf Sparky trembling as he held a dagger and lunged at Harry Potter.

"He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!"

A red beam shot out from Bagman's wand, hitting the poor house-elf girl squarely in the face, causing her to fall backward.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

Bagman dragged his weary body to Shining's side and kicked her hard. "That little elf just tried to stab Harry Potter with a dagger!"

Everyone was somewhat incredulous, but Shan Shan was still tightly gripping a dagger in her hand—she had used all her strength to hold onto the dagger before she fainted, afraid that it would fall.

"These are Barty Crouch's house-elves!"

Fudge yelled at Bagman, "Since you know it's the Crouch family, then get Crouch over here right now!"

"I'm afraid he won't be able to make it in time, dear Minister." Several men in black robes entered the private room.

Fudge shouted, "Who are you? Where are the Aurors guarding this place?"

The men in black robes removed their hoods, revealing gaunt, sallow faces with sunken eyes.

Harry felt that these people were in the same state as Sirius when he first escaped from prison.

The next instant, Sirius Black drew his wand and roared, "These people are Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban!"

Both sides raised their wands, and the tension instantly escalated.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. We don't want to kill anyone; we're just here to retrieve something."

The leader glanced at the unconscious Brilliant on the ground and said disdainfully, "I knew all along that this useless thing wouldn't be able to get Harry Potter's blood."

He then looked at Harry: "We only need a little of Mr. Potter's blood. Once we have the blood, we'll leave immediately."

Sirius shouted, "Axley! You won't get away with this!"

A spell emanated from Sirius's wand. Yaxley lightly flicked the spell away, saying sarcastically, "Sirius, we were cellmates. Now that you're out and a hero, you're starting to show no mercy?"

Seeing that Sirius was about to continue, Yaxley shouted, "I advise you to stop. I think you should check the situation outside before making a decision."

Everyone looked towards the stands outside, where chaos reigned. Just moments ago, they had assumed the panic was caused by the audience seeing the Black Demon Mark, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that this was not the case at all!

Many people in black robes appeared inside the stadium, herding the remaining spectators around like sheep; there were nearly several thousand of them.

Any wizard who dared to resist was immediately and mercilessly reaped by Avada Kedavra.

In fact, the situation was even worse off the sidelines, where the Death Eaters were acting recklessly, randomly unleashing spells. The Aurors and staff maintaining order were completely unprepared for the surprise attack and were immediately put on the defensive.

Furthermore, with the Death Eaters mixed in with the fleeing spectators, the Aurors were hesitant to act, fearing the consequences.

The Aurors guarding the passageway to the first-class boxes had all perished in the line of duty.

Yaxley smiled knowingly: "See? If you behave yourselves, I promise the death toll won't rise tonight. But if you want to rebel, you should know the methods of the Death Eaters."

Sirius hesitated for a moment, but Lucius Malfoy stood in Fudge's way, looking completely loyal.

Yaxley rolled his eyes at Malfoy, not wanting to acknowledge him at all.

Harry strode forward, puffing out his chest. "You just want my blood? I'll give it to you!"

Hermione, Weasley, and Black shouted in unison from behind, "Harry, No!"

Yaxley grinned maliciously and flicked his wand, sending the dagger flying from his hand to Harry's face.

“Our savior is very brave! Do it yourself.”

Harry reached for the dagger, but heard a soft chuckle: "Your name is Yaxley? That's a hard name to pronounce; I always pronounce it as 'acrylic.' You might not know, but it's a type of glass that Muggles make!"

The next moment, the red-haired Valkyrie appeared out of thin air, and a chain of lightning accurately knocked down all the Death Eaters.

"Bobby!" ×N

Poppy turned back and smiled at them. A cloud of silver mist shot from the tip of her staff, flew out of the box, transformed into a giant swarm, and swallowed the Black Mark whole.

This seemed like a signal; a group of wizards dressed in uniform had suddenly appeared in the area ravaged by Death Eaters.

They acted swiftly and skillfully, stabilizing the situation in an instant. The Death Eaters were either knocked down or killed. Some inadvertently revealed tattoos on their arms during the battle—marks formed from the Deathly Hallows!

Inside the stadium, among the circled crowd, some wizards with red ribbons tied to their arms suddenly launched an attack, catching the Death Eaters off guard.

This group of people had just received their winnings from the final betting round, and each of them had a huge sum of no less than five hundred Galleons in their pockets!

These people used to be werewolves!

Not to mention the sheer number and strength of these werewolves, there were also Snape, McGonagall, and others hidden among the circled audience. How could the Death Eaters possibly be a match for them?

The Death Eaters, who were extremely arrogant just a minute ago, were subdued in an instant.

Some escaped and tried to flee, but were quickly captured by the house-elves that appeared out of nowhere.

Bobby laughed and said, "Alright, the matter is resolved."

Fudge's face turned pale, then flushed, and he shouted, "Bobby Evans! You have a private army? What are you trying to do?"

Bobby gave him a cold look and snorted, "I just want to live a peaceful life, but there are always people who want to prevent me from having a peaceful life. All of this is because of your incompetence, and you still have the nerve to ask me why? If it weren't for your idiocy, would I need to support a bunch of idle people? Do you really think my Galleons are just windfalls?"

Bobby continued, "Didn't Li Xiaoxiang report to you a long time ago that a mysterious person had gathered a group of Death Eaters to raid Hogwarts and kidnap Harry Potter? And that mysterious person is suspected to be Voldemort himself."

I'd like to ask you, how did you handle it?

Fudge roared, his neck stiff with fear, "Voldemort is dead! Li Xiaoxiang is exaggerating!"

Bobby scoffed, "So not only did you not promote Li Xiaoxiang, you also suspended him for five months?"

"Do you know how many people Voldemort has gathered in these past five months? How many prisoners have escaped from what you consider an impregnable stronghold, Azkaban?"

"You! Cornelius Fudge, you are fully responsible for the deaths here today!"

Fudge was sweating profusely, at a loss for what to do. If Bobby Evans persisted, his position as Minister of Magic might very well be over.

Just as Fudge was at a loss, Barty Crouch, Amos Diggory, and Rufus Sterlinger arrived together.

"Minister Fudge, are you alright here?" Barty Crouch asked.

Fudge replied softly, "It's alright, everything's fine here."

A voice came from outside the door, "Chief Crouch, Minister Fudge is fine, but you're probably in trouble."

Li Xiaoxiang strode in, with a person bound hand and foot and unconscious floating behind her.

"You must know this man quite well, Chief Krach?"

Li Xiaoxiang tapped her magic wand lightly, "Quickly revive."

Barty Crouch Jr. woke up instantly, opening his eyes somewhat dazedly. When he recognized who was standing in front of him, he began to shout, "Hahahaha, you parasites! He's back! He's back! You're all doomed!"

"The Dark Lord is back!"

Chapter 100 Poppy, the National Idol

"You will all be killed! Your heads will be displayed at the gates of the Ministry of Magic! Hahahaha!!!"

Barty Crouch Jr. was yelling wildly, while Li Xiaoxiang stood to the side, frowning.

Are these the core members of the new generation of Death Eaters? What sins did I commit before? Can this bunch of lunatics really rule the wizarding world?

Li Xiaoxiang sighed inwardly. Creating the Horcrux had indeed driven her mad. She had only intended to build a group to facilitate his rise to power. Unexpectedly, under her irrational leadership, it had spiraled out of control, eventually becoming a terrorist organization, and then ultimately a support group for mentally ill patients…

He glanced at Bobby, who was chatting with Harry and Hermione. This girl was indeed better than him at planning, no wonder Grindelwald and Dumbledore thought so highly of her.

Barty Crouch, his face ashen, yelled at his son, “You old hag, slap me!!!” (The author couldn’t resist writing this reference here. Readers unfamiliar with the *Sanada Maru* reference should read it as “Shut up! You little brat!”)

He waved his wand and sealed his son's mouth shut.

Fudge's eyes darted around. He seemed to have yelled at Bobby Evans again. That was bad, very bad. He needed to make amends immediately.

“Crouch,” Fudge puffed out his chest and took a step forward, “your house-elf previously attempted to assassinate Harry Potter, and your son organized and planned this terrorist attack…”

Fudge regained his confidence in front of his subordinates, and his voice grew louder: "Wasn't your son already dead in Azkaban? Crouch! I want to hear your explanation?"

Barty Crouch did not answer Fudge's question immediately; instead, he took out his wand and first awakened the house-elf Sparky.

"Tell me, why did you want to assassinate Harry Potter?"

Her bright eyes were filled with tears. She felt that she had messed up the task her young master had asked her to do, but now that her old master was asking her questions, she couldn't not answer.

"Yes, it was my master who ordered me to do it. He, he told me to get some of Mr. Harry Potter's blood."

Why take Harry Potter's blood?

"I, I, I don't know!"

Barty Crouch took off his gloves and threw them at Sparkle's face, then looked away from her.

Holding the gloves tightly, tears streamed down her face. "No, no... clothes... clothes..." She looked utterly pitiful, tears and snot streaming down her face. "Please, Master, please! You just asked me to keep these gloves safe, right? You must want me to wash them for you, right?"

"No, this is a gift for you."

Ignoring Shiny's tearful wailing, Old Barty released Little Barty's tongue and throat restraints.

"Hahaha! Old man! You didn't expect this, did you? I can break free from your Soul-Stealing Curse!"

"Do you think I've ruined your political career again? Hahaha, I love seeing you like this! You hypocritical old man!"

“Fudge! I’m reporting Barty Crouch for abusing his power! He used Polyjuice Potion to send my dying mother to Azkaban in exchange for me, and he’s been controlling me with the Unforgivable Curse for a long time!”