Hogwarts, a Scholar Becomes a God

"You said you lost your wand?"

Harry's voice was not low, so everyone present heard it.

Mr. Diggory's eyes widened accordingly, and he repeated suspiciously, "You lost it? Are you confessing? You threw away your wand when you conjured the Mark?"

"Oh, Amos, think who you're talking to!" said Mr. Weasley very angrily. "Don't you think Harry Potter will conjure the Dark Mark?"

"It's—" muttered Mr. Digory bitterly, "of course not, I'm sorry... I'm out of my head..."

Clark noticed that at this time, Mr. Crouch was standing aside without saying a word, and he had no intention of opening his mouth.

Maybe he wanted to use this incident before to cause some trouble for Sirius and give Fudge some eye drops.

But now Crouch, who has shot himself in the foot, just wants to end this farce quickly.

"I didn't leave it there," Harry was still explaining, "my wand disappeared as soon as we walked into the woods."

"So," said Mr. Diggory, looking again at Winky, curled up at his feet, "you were the one who found this wand, didn't you, goblin? You picked it up thinking you could get something out of it." Lezi, isn't it?"

"I didn't do magic tricks with it, sir!"

Winky squealed, tears streaming down the sides of her nose like a stream, "I... I... I just picked it up, sir! I didn't make the Dark Mark, sir, I I don't know how to change!"

But Mr. Diggory didn't seem to believe what she said. As a staff member of the Department of Regulation and Control of Magical Beasts, he had a natural sense of superiority when facing these house elves.

"Well, as we shall soon find out, there is an easy way to discover the last spell cast by the wand, do you know, elf?"

Winky was so frightened that she shook her head desperately, her ears flapping.

Mr Diggory raised his own wand and docked it with Harry's.

"Flash back to the previous curse!"

With the effect of the spell, a fist-sized skull spit out snake letters emerged from the place where the two wands met.

"Disappear without a trace!" Mr. Diggory waved his hand, and the skull turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.

"How do you say that?"

Mr. Diggory looked at Winky under his feet with a smug expression on his face.

"It's not me!" shrieked Winky, trembling all over, rolling his eyes in horror, "it's not me, it's not me, I don't know how! I'm a good elf, I don't fiddle with wands, I don't know how! "

"You were caught red-handed, goblin!" roared Mr. Diggory, "with the criminal wand in your hand!"

"Mr. Diggory," Clark, who had been standing silently by the side, said at this moment, "I don't think it's this house-elf. Come to think of it, wizards who can cast that spell are only rare...She came from Where did you learn it?"

"Perhaps someone is hinting," Crouch, who hadn't intended to speak, had to say, with icy anger in every syllable, "that I teach my servants to be black on a regular basis. Magic mark?"

The entire open space fell into a very oppressive silence for an instant. Mr. Diggory seemed frightened by his words, and quickly explained: "Mr. Crouch...not...absolutely not..."

"That's not sure," Crouch said with a chill in his words, "You don't mean it, but it doesn't mean others don't mean it."

"From just now until now, you have used almost obvious words to groundlessly accuse the two people in this clearing. They are the least likely to conjure that mark!" Crouch roared, "Harry Potter —and me! I suppose you are familiar with the boy's history, Amos?"

"Of course—everyone knows—" muttered Mr. Diggory, looking terrified.

"As for me, I'm sure you remember that throughout my long career there has been much evidence of my consistent distaste and hatred for the Dark Arts, and all who practice them?" cried Mr. Crouch, The eyeballs popped out again.

"Mr. Crouch, I—I in no way suggested that you had anything to do with it!" said Amos Diggory again, his face flushed behind his brown beard.

But Crouch's eyes did not look at him, but fixedly stared at Clark.

"You're accusing my elf, you're accusing me, or where did she learn to do this magic?"

However, under Crouch's gaze, Clark still maintained his composure, and even stared back unceremoniously.

The two sides looked at each other, their gazes were like real swords, colliding with each other, bursting out invisible sparks.

But soon, this evenly matched confrontation formed an overwhelming situation along with Clark's words.

"We really don't know how she learned the Dark Mark, but I remember that apart from Mr. Crouch, there seemed to be one person in your family who knew how to conjure the Dark Mark, right?"

Some newly recruited wizards of the Ministry of Magic still don't understand what Clark's words mean, but those older wizards of the Ministry of Magic look at Clark in shock.

You know, his son is a Death Eater, and he was sent to Azkaban by himself. This is a scar that Crouch will never forget in his life.

But now this scar was uncovered by a child, exposing the bloody past to his eyes.

This also caused Crouch, who heard these words, the chill in his eyes completely melted and collapsed like a snow peak under the scorching sun.

From his eyes, Clark first saw shock, grief, then understanding, then fear, and disbelief, but in the end all these emotions turned into pleading.

I just don't know whether this pleading comes from a father or a director.

good chance!

Clark had no time to care about Crouch's mental activities at the moment. He just took advantage of the perfect opportunity when the other party was in turmoil and couldn't control himself, and pierced into Crouch's eyes like a sharp sword, deeply It penetrated into his heart and planted a seed in the heart of the other party.

And all of this was done so smoothly that everyone present, including Crouch, didn't notice it at all.

They just saw that when Clark said that sentence, Crouch's face instantly turned pale, his lips and beard trembled slightly, and his whole person instantly looked ten years older than before.

"Enough, Clark!"

After seeing Crouch's miserable appearance, even Mr. Wesley felt that Clark's behavior of exposing his scars was a bit aggressive.

After all, he is also the father of several children, and he can fully understand Mr. Crouch's mood at the moment.

If his children, such as George and Fred, were sent to Azkaban by him because of crimes, I'm afraid he would be as distressed as Barty Crouch.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wesley interrupted Clark.

"Maybe she learned it by accident..." He turned to the elf kindly, with a friendly smile on his face, "Winky, where on earth did you find Harry's wand?"

Winky twisted the welt of the tea towel she was wearing so hard that her fingers unscrewed it so hard that the welt came loose.

"I—I picked it up... there, sir..." she whispered, "there...in the woods, sir..."

"Ah, obviously, the truth is out!"

Mr. Weasley seemed to see everything.

"The people who conjured up the mark must have dropped Harry's wand phantom after they were done. They did a very clever job of not using their own wands so as not to reveal their identity. A moment later, the hapless Winky caught sight of the wand , picked it up."

Diggory wished that this was the case, and hurriedly followed Arthur Weiss's words, "So, she was only a few steps away from the real criminal? Goblin, did you see anyone?"

Winky trembled more than before at Mr. Diggory's inquiry.

Her two bulb-sized eyes looked at Mr. Diggory, then at Arthur Weiss, and finally fell on Mr. Crouch.

"I was asking you something, elf, did you see anyone?" Mr. Diggory asked again impatiently.

In Shining's mind, there was a battle between heaven and man, and then she took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "I didn't see anyone, sir...no one..."

Clark noticed that Winky's thumbnail pinched hard on her index finger as she said this, as if it had taken a great deal of willpower to restrain herself.

To be honest, she is really not suitable for lying like this.

It's just that the wizards at the scene didn't seem to notice it, and they easily believed her.

So such a matter related to the Dark Mark ended hastily.

In the end, Winky begged hard, but ended up being fired by Mr. Crouch.

Hermione was still a little annoyed by this matter.

"She was terrified!" Hermione stared fiercely at Crouch who was going away, and said angrily, "Those masked wizards made people hang in the air, and it is understandable for her to want to escape , why blame her!"

"That's something that can't be helped." Harry was checking the wand that Mr. Diggory had returned to him. "Isn't it often shown on Muggle TV? If something goes wrong, someone has to take the blame and be fired." ah!"

"So Muggles do this kind of thing too?" Mr. Weasley asked curiously, "I thought only wizards from the Ministry of Magic would do this kind of thing."

"The weakness of human nature is always figured out, whether it's a Muggle or a wizard, it's the same!" Clark said sharply.

Harry nodded, but Hermione thought otherwise.

"How could they treat her like that!"

said Hermione angrily.

"Mr Diggory keeps calling her a 'goblin' . Don't treat her like a human being at all!"

"Well, she's not human after all," said Ron, "she's a house-elf."

Hermione immediately turned to attack him, "But that doesn't mean she has no feelings, Ron, it's so inhuman for them to do that—"

"Okay, Hermione," Clark gave her a hand, "The thing about house-elves is not that simple. You have studied the history of magic, and you should know that they are descendants of the defeated and former enemies of wizards. The wizards were kind enough not to wipe them out on the spot."

"But prisoners have to talk about human rights!" Hermione actually retorted.

You know, she has always listened to Clark, which made Harry and Ron stare at them curiously.

"Hermione, I agree with you," Mr. Weasley said hurriedly, and motioned her to move on, "but now is not the time to discuss the rights of elves. I hope we can return to the tent as soon as possible. Other How is the person?"

"We got separated from them in the dark," said Ron. "Daddy, why is everyone so nervous about that skeleton?"

"I'll explain it to you when I get back to the tent," Mr. Wesley said anxiously.

They made their way back to the camp along the forest path, making their way through the crowd with difficulty.

Now the place has calmed down, there are no shadows of those masked wizards anymore, only a few destroyed tents are still emitting green smoke.

Charlie sticks his head out of Wesley's tent.

"Dad, what's the matter?" he called out into the darkness. "Fred, George, and Ginny are all back safe, but they—"

"I brought them all back." Mr. Wesley said, bending over and getting into the tent.

Clark and Harry followed suit.

Bill was sitting at the little table now, with Charlie and Percy next to him, and George, Fred, and Ginny seemed all right, though in shock.

"Did you catch 'em, Dad?" Bill snapped. "The ones who made the Dark Mark?"

"No," Mr. Weasley shook his head. "We found Barty Crouch's house-elf holding Harry's wand, but we have no idea who conjured the mark."

"What?" Bill and Charlie asked in unison.

"Harry's wand?" said Fred.

"Mr. Crouch's house elf? That's impossible!" Percy looked disbelieving.

With the help of Harry, Ron and Sirius, Mr. Weasley told everyone exactly what happened in the woods.

"Okay, that's the way it is, so, can anyone explain what that skeleton is?"

Ron asked impatiently after finishing the last detail.

"It didn't hurt anyone...why is everyone making such a fuss?"