Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

A series of dazzling red flashes flashed over the ruins.

The figure flickered, and hundreds of burning red light shot from the wizard's wand and staggered.

Hit the wreckage of the ruins and was bombarded into the darkness.

"I saw it, he apparated!" a wizard shouted.

"Don't say silly, this area does not allow the use of apparition."

But thinking of the sudden disappearance of Kairissis, this sentence is particularly unconvincing this evening.

"The man suddenly disappeared from my eyes, if it was not a phantom," the voice was amazed. Then, one person fell to the ground and was unconscious. Oh, my God, is this?!

"What did you find?!" Mr. Crouch said in a cold, unfeeling voice.

He squinted his face and his sharp eyes fell in the darkness.

A few seconds later, under the watchful eyes of everyone, a wizard came out with a small soft body.

There is a tea towel around her neck, which is a home elf!

Mr. Crouch looked at the other party and placed his house elf under his feet. He did not move or speak.

The other officials of the Ministry of Magic are staring at Mr. Crouch, and the atmosphere in the air is weird.

For a few seconds, Crouch stood motionless as if it had solidified.

On the pale face, the pair of fire-breathing eyes stared at the sparkling ground.

Then he seems to have come back again.

"This, this is impossible, impossible!" he said in a meal, "Impossible!"

He quickly circumvented the wizard in front of him and strode toward the place where the sparkle was discovered.

"It's useless, Mr. Crouch!" the wizard who found the sparkling shouted, "There is no one else."

But Mr. Crouch did not seem to care about his words. Everyone heard him walking around.

He searched carefully in the dark ruins, and kept coming to the sound of gravel rolling.

When Evan and Hermione came down, he did not come out of the ruins.

"Avon, Hermione, are you both okay?"

Evan saw that Sirius and Mr. Weasley ran towards them and looked very scared.

In the sky, Harry, Ron, Ginny, Krum, Fred, George and other Quidditch players all fell slowly beside them.

Everyone gathered to ask about the situation of Ai Wen and Hermione, and wept so much.

Everyone was shocked by the power of Avon, and did not expect this 13-year-old to be so powerful.

Familiar people know that Evan is using the power of the Sorcerer's Stone.

The powerful magic stone, the magic contained in it has exceeded the imagination of the world.

In a short while, Fudge came over under the protection of a group of Aurors.

He seems to have not recovered from the huge shock, and asked Evan to fight who he is.

"Enough, these two children need rest!" Sirius said impatiently, "Ai Wen just hit a black wizard who suddenly broke into. This should have been the responsibility of the Ministry of Magic. Want to know the truth. You can ask who is caught by the black wizards and know who they are and where they come from!"

"You're right, Black!" Fudge nodded. "We do."

At this moment, the Ministry of Magic officials on the edge of the ruins made another scream, and everyone hurriedly walked over.

The Aurors seem to be discussing whether the house elf casts the Dark Mark and the final focus is on the wand.

To use this magic, you must have a wand, and the sparkling hand does hold one.

The scenes were in a mess, and when everyone squeezed, the expressionless Crouch came out of the ruins.

His face was still terrible, and his hands and toothbrush-like moustache were twitching.

"Batti, where have you been tonight?" Fudge hurriedly asked, seemingly more panick than him. "It's hard to imagine that this happened in the evening, the attack of the black wizard, now even the Dark Marks are Out!"

"I have been very busy!" said Mr. Crouch, still like that, and his lips barely moved. "In the course of the game, someone sneaked into my tent and they seemed to be looking for something!"

"Let me see, those guys are absolutely crazy, what will people say tomorrow?" Fudge complained. "You don't have to think about it, they definitely think it's all wrong with the Ministry of Magic, but who can God, this family What happened to the elf?"

He seems to see that the house elf lying on the ground is shining.

One person quickly walked from the crowd to Fudge and whispered a few words.

The wizard looks like an old lion, his brown hair and thick eyebrows are mixed with gray.

Behind the gold-rimmed glasses is a pair of sharp eyes, staring at Crouch with a bad eye.

Although a bit embarrassing, but there is a stride of a big stride.

It immediately made people feel that he is a keen, tough guy.

He is Rufus Scrimge, director of the Aurora Office of the Ministry of Magic, and is currently the strongest Auror.

"Rufus, you mean," Fudge's gaze fell on the wand in the sparkling hands.

Then, he seemed to suddenly discover what the truth was, and looked up and looked at Crouch unbelievably.

"So, Crouch's house elf casts the Dark Mark with this wand!" Fudge's voice with a hint of horror, slowly said, "The mysterious man's mark, how could she use this magic?" !"

Crouch did not speak, and his eyes fell on the wand in the sparkling hands.

He didn't seem to hear the words of Fudge, nor did he understand what the other party meant.

"It can't be her." Someone whispered.

"Even if it weren't for her, this house elf couldn't escape!" Scrimgeour said bluntly. "She violated Article 3 of the Wand Usage Guidelines: No non-human creatures can carry or use a wand. ”

"but"

"I think we should listen to how this house elf defends itself and then make judgments!" Scrimgeour continued. "If you have no opinion, Mr. Crouch"

He seemed to be asking Crouch, but he didn't wait for the other person to answer, and quickly raised his wand and pointed at the flash, "Restoring!"

The sparkling and powerless movements, the brown bell-like brown eyes opened.

She squinted her eyes and looked awkward.

Under the gaze of the wizards' silence, she twitched and sat up.

Then she slowly and squinted and looked at the crowd.

Then, I slowly turned my eyes to the night sky above.

It can be clearly seen that the floating image of the dragonfly is reflected in her two big, sluggish eyes.

She took a sip of air and looked at the people in the open space with confusion. She suddenly cried in fear. (To be continued.)