Chapter 343： Reactions from all sides

Chapter 345 Reactions from all parties

Felix beckoned to the staff of the Ministry of Magic nearby, and one of them ran over excitedly, "Hello, Mr. Haipu! It's incredible. You actually stopped the riot head-on..." He looked young with a face. The pimples on my face are all shiny because of excitement.

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

"Don't worry! Leave it to us." The wizard patted his chest, took out a whistle from his pocket, and blew it "didi". No one came over after blowing it for a long time. He said dejectedly: "My ones My colleagues should have been knocked unconscious..."

Felix pointed in the direction he came, "I found some people and placed them in that direction."

"Moore! Keane! Come with me!" the wizard shouted, and before leaving he couldn't help saying, "It's an honor to fight with you, Mr. Haipu."

"Let's help put out the fire." Mr. Weasley said. He called Bill and Charlie away. Sirius thought for a while and said hello to Felix: "I'm going to find Harry and the others."

Felix nodded at him, circled around the camp, and saved some injured people. By the way, he notified Lupin and Kramy with the patron saint. Everyone rushed over, along with the mother and son. .

"Thank you, thank you—" The young mother kept thanking her.

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

Fudge kept wiping the sweat from 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 their Ministry of Magic! And these, these..."

He hesitated to look 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 people are the leaders of this riot, and they dragged the Roberts family out of the house. They were very frightened and are undergoing memory therapy..."

Fudge’s lips trembled, and his heart was very hesitant. Most of these hooded men were pure blood. If they were all judged by the mastermind, they would have to be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least three or five months, but he wouldn’t want to acquire these people in the future. Supported.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

A sound of the camera shutter sounded, clusters of purple smoke floating in the air.

Rita Skeeter excitedly directed her assistant, "Here, here, and there...what have I seen? The defeated fans in the Quidditch World Cup took the lead in making trouble and bullied Muggles for fun..." Her mouth Almost laughing crookedly.

"Did you take the picture of Mr. Haipu standing in the crowd?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Only the back view." Her photographer said.

"That's okay, we can make a series of reports——"

Fudge trembling fingers, "When did they come? Drive them away! No, wait—" He rolled his eyes and whispered to the secretary: "Collect their pictures, don't destroy them, keep them secretly."

Walsh Sidrick from the Office of the Minister of Magic’s Advisors nodded and walked towards Rita Skeeter, "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 anger them, do you?"

Rita Skeeter blinked and thought about it, "Well, you owe me a favor." She turned her back to Walsh Sidrick, waved to the photographer, and secretly left a stack of negatives. Replacing the remaining roll with a brand new one, she turned around and shook the negative at Walsh Sidrick. He just wanted to reach for it, but the negative turned to ashes.

"Skeet, you—" Walsh Sidrick was furious.

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

At the edge of the woods, Harry and the Ginny and Weasley twins joined together, and they rushed over. They squeezed into the crowd and searched for Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Sirius. They had previously helped maintain The order is gone.

But the people from the Ministry of Magic formed a row and separated the scenes inside. Everyone 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 Haipu?"

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

"It's really cool!" Ron said in admiration, "He defeated them all alone, and the wizards faced him like a headless fly or a Billy Wig without a sting. There was 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 spells. Afterwards, he kept using Apparition to evade. It was too dangerous..."

Harry said: “It’s not to avoid, but to look for opportunities. That’s a tactic. When I played a duel game with Sirius in the summer vacation, I tried to copy it, but it’s a pity—”

Hermione disapproved and said, “That’s dangerous, Harry, it’s difficult to cast Apparition continuously, let alone cast spells quickly.”

"I know, but once I learn..." Harry did not go on, but looked at the scene meaningfully. From the gaps in the bodies of the Ministry of Magic staff, you could see hundreds of people lying slantingly on the ground. Wizard.

Everything is without words.

On the other side, people from the team to reverse the accidental magic incident arrived. Based on the various "damaged limbs" left on the scene, they found those who failed to apparate and were nailed to the spot.

Ron looked around, trying to see what was there: "Arms, thighs, what are they... bloody!" He was suddenly slapped on the head from behind. It was Mr. Weasley who came over. Behind them were Bill and Charlie, and Sirius was standing on the other side, 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 said if they stayed--" Ron said, stopped, as if attracted by something, he looked at Charlie, his mouth grew a little bit, he pointed his finger at Charlie: " Eyes, eyes-still move!"

"What?" Charlie looked at him inexplicably, 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 "crashing" around, and Harry's heart was beating. Mr. Weasley shouted: "Arnold! There is one more here! Apparition has split!"

A sturdy wizard ran over, took a look, grinned, "It still has some blood vessels... If you don't care about him..." He made a gesture of ‘surge’ towards his eyes.

Mr. Weasley frowned, "There are children here."

"Oh, sorry-come here two people!" The wizard named Arnold turned back and shouted. Soon, two people came over. They gathered around the eyeball and pointed at it with their magic wand, "I'll go there." Arnold said that in the horrified eyes of everyone, he grabbed his eyeball, squeezed and squeezed, as if to squeeze it.

"Boom!"

He disappeared with his eyeballs.

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

Ron swallowed fiercely He was a little nauseated, as if swallowing something greasy, couldn't help but retching, and Harry and Hermione's expressions were uncomfortable.

The twins have a grievance. Ron showed unskilled Apparition before them, and they plan to learn in advance.

On the other side, a heavyweight figure appeared.

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

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

"I made you responsible for the safety of the Quidditch World Cup, where did you go!"

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

Harry stared at the back of Barty 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 that belonged to Voldemort.

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

(End of this chapter)