A magical journey that begins in Azkaban

After hearing these words, Ron sneered. He had never done such a thing before, and the attack just now was purely unjust.

However, he didn't realize it at all, if it weren't for the fact that the last wand was confiscated by Roger. When he was in the Forbidden Forest, his crime of using the Unforgivable Curse to poach spider venom would be exposed on the spot.

"This is impossible!" someone screamed, "He is Harry Potter, we all know his identity. How could he devote himself to Voldemort... I mean that mysterious man."

"Someone else must have stolen his wand."

"Yes, I feel the same way."

Amelia's expression turned more serious. Emotionally, she didn't want to believe that Harry would use his wand to unleash the Dark Mark. However, as the Minister of Magic, she must use reason to think about problems and use evidence to restore the truth.

She raised her wand and connected it with Harry's. "Flashback spell." Amelia recited the spell, and the wizards who were talking about it all gasped in unison.

Because a very terrifying skeleton spitting out snakes is emerging from the place where the wand is connected, like the shadow of the Dark Mark above its head.

"Disappear without a trace." Amelia's voice was soft but firm. Following her spell, the skull condensed into smoke turned into a wisp of smoke and drifted away in the wind.

She turned her head, stared at Harry sharply, and asked, "Mr. Potter, who can prove that you didn't use magic just now?"

"Me!" Ron stepped forward, chest raised high, and his voice was full of determination: "I am willing to serve as a witness to prove Harry's innocence."

The wizards looked at Ron with admiration in their eyes. He was indeed a child of the Weasley family, reliable and brave. Like his father Arthur, he would exonerate his friends even if they broke the law.

"Minister, I think this was done by the elves of the Crouch family." The corners of Mr. Diggory's mouth slightly raised, revealing a cruel smile.

He is Cedric's father, Head of the Department of Magical Creatures at the Ministry of Magic. In his eyes, it didn't matter who the real culprit was in releasing the Dark Mark. The important thing is to be able to take this opportunity to defeat old rival Crouch.

"Winky must have taken advantage of the crowd in the gym to steal Mr. Harry's wand, and then hid here to perform magic." He looked at Old Barty's increasingly ugly expression, and his tone was full of pride: "Unfortunately, The Aurors' spell happened to hit it, so Winky didn't escape by apparating..."

Old Barty rushed forward and seemed to want to defend, but Rogge spoke first: "Oh, what a lame reasoning."

"You...what do you mean?" Digory looked at him puzzled. Logically speaking, Rogge couldn't help Old Barty.

Roger glanced at Digory contemptuously, as if he were looking at a stupid pig. "Why don't you become the height of an elf and try standing there?" His tone was cold, with a hint of provocation.

"Rogg, I'm warning you!" Digory's face turned red with anger, and his beard seemed to explode, protesting loudly, "I am a wizard, you...how can you put me and Comparable to creatures like house elves."

"Oh?" Rogge's tone circled in the air, and he said in a sarcastic voice: "It's my fault. You shouldn't insult the house elf's IQ."

The scene suddenly became quiet, and then burst into uncontrollable laughter. Wizards all realized that the height difference between Winky and Harry was huge, and the chance of an Auror's spell hitting him by mistake was almost slim.

"Digory, you may be hinting." Old Barty said coldly, with every syllable full of anger, "Suggesting that I regularly teach my servants to conjure the Dark Mark here."

"I..." Diggory wanted to defend, but Old Barty obviously didn't intend to give him a chance.

"Up to now, you have almost used very obvious language to accuse one of the two people in this land who is least likely to change the mark for no reason..." Crouch's voice became rough, as if he was about to let out a lion-like cry. roar.

"Oh, that's not necessarily the case." Rogge sneered, raised his head and met Old Barty's eyes. The two people's eyes met in the air, as if invisible lasers were colliding.

Old Barty's anger was choked back by Rogge's tough attitude. His fists were clenched and his eyes were so wide that they almost burst out of their sockets. The look of anger and helplessness was like a beast trapped in a trap. His face turned from red to purple, and his heart was filled with unspeakable depression and anger.

"Not everyone is a civet cat who has passed the security check. Even if they were once, they may not be now." Roger pointedly pointed, and then turned his attention to Harry and Ron.

"Perhaps you subconsciously think that the other person is not a suspect because of his or her life experience. If the Ministry of Magic relies entirely on me to think, I think, I think... to use such ideas to maintain peace and order in the magical world, I think it would be better to Repeal all laws.”

As he spoke, he recited a spell, flew over quickly, and snatched the wand from the minister's hand. Amelia looked surprised, but then turned angry, obviously dissatisfied with Rogge's blatant violation of her authority as a minister.

"The truth of the matter does not lie in the battle of words. We are wizards, not detectives." He pointed the wand at Winky and muttered: "Recover quickly!"

Twinkle stood up feebly, its big copper bell-like eyes blinking hard, with a confused look on its face.

"You mean to ask it?" Digory's tone showed obvious disdain, "I thought you had some clever way."

"There is no need for any clever methods." Rogge retorted unceremoniously, "The Ministry of Magic should have veritaserum. If there are difficulties, I can configure it on site."

"Veritaserum?" The wizards suddenly realized why they hadn't thought of such a simple solution at first.

Everyone's eyes began to wander on Harry, Ron and Winky, and the truth they stated was no longer important. No one can lie under the influence of Veritaserum.

"Delix, go get the Veritaserum." Amelia waved her hand and gave the order.

"No, I don't agree!" Arthur stood up, like an old hen protecting his calf. He opened his arms in front of Harry and Ron and shouted at people: "They are still children, how can you use Veritaserum on them."

"Who said it would be used by them?" Rogge shook his head slightly, "The wand that releases the Dark Mark is in Twinkle's hand, just ask it."

Twinkle looked at her master, the serious old Batty, with a horrified look on her face. It didn't know what was happening and cried in fear. The tears were crystal clear, but no one except Hermione felt pity.

"Besides, shouldn't the Ministry of Magic immediately dispel the mark in the sky?" Rogge said, raising his wrist and opening his sleeve, glancing at the dial and saying, "It's been half an hour, is there really nothing you can do?"

Amelia's expression changed slightly, and she raised her wand and pointed it at the sky: "Storm of wind and rain."

Countless clouds and mist rose from the ground, and the sky was quickly covered by dark clouds. The dark mark high in the sky was directly obscured by the dense clouds. Immediately afterwards, heavy rain poured down like a waterfall.

Rogge casually broke the branches nearby and used magic to create two umbrellas. Hermione took the umbrella, then tapped the umbrella with her wand and said, "Waterproof and moisture-proof."

"A very good transformation technique." Amelia praised, smiling as she turned a dead branch on the ground into a larger umbrella.

The wizards present followed suit one after another, Old Barty, Digory, Auror... It was like a Transfiguration Competition, and the most incompetent wizard would be soaked in the water.

Winky tried to hide under Old Barty's umbrella, but was kicked out mercilessly by him. Harry, who did not have a wand, and Ron, who was not good at learning, hid awkwardly under the umbrellas of others.

The burning camp gradually returned to calm amid the heavy rain, and people returned to their tents to take shelter from the rain. However, there were constant complaints and curses coming from all around. It was obvious that the sudden heavy rain did not calm everyone's emotions.

"Those damn guys actually stole my wallet."

"My necklace is missing."

"Did you lose yours too? All the valuables in my tent are gone! They didn't even let go of the three copper coins on the table."

"Damn Death Eaters!" I don't know who started to curse first, and the camp instantly became noisy. Someone also claimed that he saw with his own eyes that the thieves were a group of dwarfs.

Although everyone did not dare to call out Voldemort's name, they still had the courage to scold the Death Eaters. As for the Death Eaters who took the blame, they were so angry that their teeth were broken, but they could not defend themselves.

"Smash it, you guys, smash it!" Buck knocked on the table and angrily shouted, "Muggles look down on thieves!"

"A group of wizards, all pure blood, let people see them!" He spat on the ground and yelled in disgust: "Ah, disgusting! I have to knock them out before they can do that!"

"Huh?" The Death Eaters looked up at Buck. What do you mean? Did you steal a hundred thousand wizards' belongings?

The clever pureblood made a calculation secretly. If four people lived in one tent, it would cost at least 2,500 for 100,000 people. At 5 galleons per tent, it would cost more than 100,000 to clean it.

Listening to the voices of those people, such as emeralds, amethyst necklaces, the heart of the ocean, the joy of fire... listening to them makes people fascinated, and their hands and hearts itch.

This parade was organized by Barty Jr., and Buck was the only one present who was not present. No matter how you look at it, he is the most likely suspect. However, little Barty knew that he didn't tell the other party about his mission at all.

Buck was embarrassed by everyone, and his tone softened. He continued: "You have to do things like stealing things secretly. It's not difficult to use a phantom spell! Even if you knock the opponent unconscious, it won't take much effort. Even if you use a stick instead of a magic spell, it won't be embarrassing!"

"It's just like the garbage in Knockturn Alley, worse than garbage!" He put his hands behind his back, stood up and said while walking: "You also said that we want other pure-blood wizards in the magical world to support us? In one sentence, disgusting!"

"Disgusting..." Buck said in a long voice and left the long table in disgust.

"Someone among you must have done it secretly, tell me, who is it?" Little Barty's eyes swept over everyone's face, and he said in a sinister tone: "What a skill, while I was causing chaos, you took away the entire camp's belongings by yourself. "

"Hmm..." He pondered for a while, then stretched out three fingers: "Thirty percent! Take the initiative to say it, you take away 30%, and the other 70% will be traded. I will be responsible for helping the master manage it."

The wizards at the long table were made restless by the sight of Little Barty, and everyone quickly cleared themselves of any suspicion.

"Little Barty, you know me. I never do anything sneaky. I like to rob!"

"With my custom, I won't even leave a tent for them." The second Death Eater sneered.

The third Death Eater explained helplessly: "If it were me, there would be no one left alive at all. Oh, how could you see me?"

"Little Barty, don't look at me." The fourth silver-haired witch knocked on the table and threw the bulging money bag on the table, "Don't think I am poor, but I am really not rich. Cough... … I mean, it’s already filling up the gym.”

"Little Barty, I'm not interested in money." Another wizard said calmly, but he wished he could become one of those short thieves.

Little Barty took a deep breath and felt an unprecedented sense of frustration. This shouldn't be like this!

It was obviously them who created the chaos first, it was obviously them who released the Dark Mark...it was obviously them who started it! They should be feared in the wizarding world, not cursed by wizards. Who took the opportunity to steal money? Who is it?

"It shouldn't be like this!" Little Barty roared in his heart, his eyes full of unwillingness and anger. It wasn't until a wizard reported to him that Harry was surrounded by the Ministry of Magic that a smile finally appeared on his face.

"The Ministry of Magic has already started taking action. You just need to wait for the master's call." He comforted the people around him. Immediately, the wizards at the long table disappeared one by one.

Meanwhile, under the watchful eye of Barty Crouch Sr., house elf Winky is force-fed a spoonful of Veritaserum. Its eyes gradually lost their luster, staring blankly ahead.

"What is your name? Who is your master?" Auror asked sternly.

"My name is Winky, and I am the house elf of my master Barty Crouch." It answered mechanically.

The Auror nodded to the Minister, confirming that the Veritaserum had taken effect.

"Why are you here?" Amelia stared at it and asked softly.

"The master asked me to hold a seat." There was no emotion in Shining's voice.

Amelia raised her head, turned her eyes to Crouch, and asked doubtfully: "Crouch, aren't you supposed to be busy with that important thing? How come you have time to watch the Quidditch Century Cup?"

"I..." Crouch, who was always known for his decisiveness and coldness, suddenly became coy. He said stiffly with a straight face: "I just took time to watch Quidditch. This will not affect my work."

Amelia stared at him for a long time, as if trying to read his mind. Finally, she turned to Winky and continued her interrogation: "Why are you here with a wand?"

"When I saw those tall people, Shining was scared, and Shining wanted to run away..."

"What it means is that it was frightened by those Muggles floating in the air." Harry Potter quickly explained what "tall people" meant, adding: "I guess it didn't have the owner's permission... "

Amelia stopped Harry with a stern look, making him swallow what he had not finished. Twinkle's answer drew snickers from the surrounding wizards. Who would have thought that old Barty, who showed no mercy to Death Eaters and dark wizards, would have such a timid house elf.

Winky continued to talk to herself: "I ran away into the woods and picked it up."

"What happened next?" Amelia asked.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Shining, waiting for it to tell the truth.

"Then everything went dark and he didn't know anything anymore."

Old Batty breathed a sigh of relief, his guess was indeed correct. He looked at Diggory, his eyes flashing coldly.

Arthur walked in quickly and said: "Gentlemen, what happened is quite clear. After someone cast the Dark Mark, he dropped Harry's wand and phantomed away from the scene. Not long after, the unlucky Winky happened to pick up this A wand. Finally, it was hit with a spell from the Aurors."

With the possible exception of that last point, Arthur's statement was echoed by many present. Ron even looked at Rogge deliberately to show off his father's intelligence.

After thinking for a moment, Amelia suddenly asked: "Winky, do you know Harry?"

"Harry Potter, Mr. Savior! Of course Winky knows him."

This was a useless truth. Amelia shook her head slightly, realizing that all the clues were lost. She looked at Roger and said, "Mr. Travis, the wand can be returned to Harry."

"Now?" Roger played with the holly wand, testing its flexibility.

Harry realized that his wand was about to be worn out, and he reached out to grab it hurriedly. Rogge pressed it casually, and he accidentally fell face first into the mud pit.