A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Felix beckoned to the staff of the Ministry of Magic next to him, and one of them ran over excitedly, "Hello, Mr. Hepp! It's incredible, you actually stopped the riot..." He looked young, with a face The pimples on my face are brightened by excitement.

Felix said calmly: "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 "di-di". No one came over for a long time. He said frustratedly: "My Colleagues should all be knocked out..."

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

"Moore! Keene! Come with me!" cried the wizard, before he could not help saying, "It is an honor to fight with you, Mr. Hepp."

"We're going to help put out the fire," said Mr. Weasley, and he called Bill and Charlie away. Sirius thought about it and said hello to Felix: "I'll go find Harry and them."

Felix nodded at him, circled around the camp, saved some injured people, and informed Lupin and Cremy with the Patronus. Everyone rushed over, along with the mother and son. .

"Thank you, thank you—" the young mother kept thanking.

When we returned to the fighting area, there were already hundreds of wizards from the Ministry of Magic, who were methodically sorting the thugs and taking them away.

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

He hesitated to look at the hooded wizard lying 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.

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

Fudge's lips trembled, and his heart was very hesitant. Most of these hooded people were pure blood. If they were all judged according to the mastermind, they would have to be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least three or five months, but he would never want to get these people in the future. of support.

"Crack!" "Crack!"

There was a sound of the shutter of the camera, and clusters of purple smoke floated in the air.

Rita Skeeter excitedly directed her assistant, "Here, here, and there... what I saw, the lost fans at the Quidditch World Cup took the lead in making trouble, bullying Muggles for fun..." Her mouth Almost laughed.

"Has the picture of Mr. Hepp been taken in the crowd?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Only the back," her photographer said.

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

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

Walsh Sidrick of the Office of the Minister of Magic's Advisor nodded and walked towards Rita Skeeter, "Ma'am, the matter is still under investigation, and the photos you took will serve as important evidence..."

Rita Skeeter's argument rang out, but what Walsh Cedric said to her, "...Pureblood, you don't want to piss them off?"

Rita Skeeter blinked and thought, "Okay, you owe me a favor." She turned her back to Walsh Cedric, beckoned to the photographer, and left behind a stack of negatives, Replacing the remaining roll with a brand new one, she turned and shook the negative at Walsh Cedric, who was about to reach for it, but the negative turned to ashes.

"Skeet, you—" Walsh Cedric was furious.

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

At the edge of the woods, the three of Harry joined Ginny and the Weasley twins and were rushing over. They squeezed into the crowd, searching for Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie, and Sirius, who had helped maintain the scene. Order went.

But the people from the Ministry of Magic lined up in a row to separate the scene inside, and everyone couldn't see it clearly, so they could only stand on tiptoe and try to see something.

Hermione whispered, "Have you seen Professor Hepp?"

"He should have gone," said Harry. "I watched him go, no injuries."

"Cool!" said Ron in admiration. "He beat a bunch of them all by himself, and the wizards were like headless flies or thornless Billywigs to him, no threat at all."

Hermione said solemnly: "That's because the professor used more than one kind of ancient magic. Did you see the golden shield, blocking hundreds of spells, and he kept using Apparition to evade, it was too dangerous..."

Harry said: "It's not evasion, it's looking for opportunities. That's a tactic that I tried to replicate when I played a duel game with Sirius over the summer, but unfortunately—"

Hermione said disapprovingly, "That's dangerous, Harry, it's hard to cast Apparition continuously, let alone cast it quickly."

"I know, but once I learn it..." Harry didn't continue, 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 on the ground. wizard.

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On the other side, people from the Reversing Occasional Magic Events team arrived. They found those who failed to Apparate and were pinned in place based on the various "damaged limbs" left at the scene.

Ron looked around, trying to see what was there: "Arms, thighs, what's that...bloody!" He was suddenly patted on the head from behind, it was Mr. Weasley who came over, his Behind him were Bill and Charlie, with Sirius on the other side smiling at Harry.

"Don't look around, beware of nightmares," said Mr. Weasley, all dirty and scorched by 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, and he pointed at Charlie: " Eyes, eyes—and move!"

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

On top of Charlie's head, was a brown eye that was rolling in horror. Harry's heart thumped as there was a circle of "crash la la" around him. Mr. Weasley shouted, "Arnold! There's another one here! Apparition split!"

A sturdy wizard ran over, glanced at it, and grinned, "And with some blood vessels... If you leave him alone..." He made a 'gushing' gesture towards his eyes.

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

"Oh, sorry—two people here!" the wizard named Arnold called back, and soon, two people came, and they circled the eyeball and pointed at it with their wands. "Let me go." Arnold said that in the terrified eyes of the crowd, he grabbed the eyeball and squeezed it, as if to burst it.

"boom!"

He disappeared with the eyeball.

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

Ron swallowed hard, his stomach was a little nauseous, as if he had swallowed something creamy and greasy, he couldn't help retching, and Harry and Hermione's expressions were also uncomfortable.

The twins have a heart-to-heart, and Ron showed unskilled Apparition in front of them before, and they plan to learn it in advance.

On the other side, a heavyweight appeared.

Barty Crouch said coldly, "Excuse me, let me go." He moved past the crowd and squeezed like a stone into the circle of the Ministry of Magic.

"Crouch?" Fudge was furious when he saw him. He wanted to ask him what's wrong, but when such a big accident happened, he had long put these thoughts out of the sky.

"I put you in charge of the safety of the Quidditch World Cup, where have you been!"

"Go after the masked people," Crouch said stiffly.

Harry stared at the back of Barty Crouch's head from behind, not only to make sure the scar on his forehead still hurt, but also to see if he could see an ugly face that belonged to Voldemort.

Sirius also looked at him inquiringly. The godfather and godson watched for a long time, and Harry shook his head at Sirius, this time there was no response.