Hogwarts Homecoming

The drop-off platform where they arrived at Diagon Alley was in a mess. The wall that blocked the way to the original industrial area of ​​Diagon Alley had been torn down. Bricks and stones were everywhere on the scene, and smoke and dust were everywhere.

The twenty or so thugs stationed throughout Diagon Alley by the Ministry of Magic to maintain order were all in front of Harry.

One by one, they pulled out their wands and faced the person who caused the commotion with nervous expressions.

"Those people are."

Hermione didn't care why Harry suddenly appeared. She covered her mouth and looked at the people confronting the striker with an expression of disbelief.

"At least they won't be Death Eaters--"

Harry said, his expression sinister and the bad feeling rising in his heart getting stronger.

The wall that was hundreds of feet long was not blown apart by someone, but knocked down--

At a glance, there were probably hundreds of people in the Black Crow crowd. The style of these people's clothing was a bit like the villagers Harry often saw when he went to Hogsmeade.

"Did you notice, Harry-"

Hermione's voice was tight;

"None of them wear wizard robes—"

"yes--"

Harry swallowed and stared at the faces of the people at the front.

"If a wizard wanted to riot, he would have a wand, not a tongs and a hoe--"

Not only Harry, but also those who were not scared away by the commotion also erupted in murmurs.

Harry listened to the murmur in his ears of people who shared his opinion.

These people who knocked down the wall probably had nothing to do with the Death Eaters or the dark wizards who participated in the Battle of Diagon Alley.

"What do these useless squibs want to do?"

A key word reached the ears of Harry and Hermione, and they immediately turned their heads to look at the disdainful wizard.

"Is this easy to say?"

Another wizard whispered,

"It's purely because they want to cause some trouble. The Ministry of Magic has destroyed their livelihood, hasn't it? According to me, it's pure nonsense. Do they expect that they can compete with the Ministry of Magic with the support of Blaine and Dumbledore? Mysterious Man It can’t be done!”

"Oh, since the ministry has ruined their jobs, we should let them scream twice."

The first wizard's joking words caused a burst of chuckles around him, and the people watching became comfortable.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other, their faces a little gray.

"The ministry ruined their jobs"

Harry was breathing rapidly;

"I don't quite understand, Hermione, they-"

"Don't ask me, Harry, I don't know--"

Hermione bit her lower lip, her brown eyes filled with worry, and asked Harry,

"What do you think the Ministry will do, Harry? Will the Ministry arrest them?"

Harry also couldn't answer this question.

Under the worried, joking or angry looks of the crowd, the workers gathered from the industrial area began to move.

Rather than charging aggressively at the attackers at the drop-off square, they were like a torrent of chaotic steps stepping through the gap in the wall they had knocked down, slowly approaching the business district.

"What are they going to do!"

Hermione's voice suddenly became sharp, and Harry knew that Hermione was worried about the strikers who were whispering and exchanging opinions with each other, and worried that they would attack these civilians.

call out!

Under the bright sunshine, a firework exploded inconspicuous flowers in the air.

A striker fired a warning signal into the sky in an attempt to stop the protest.

But this move ended in failure. The people in the protest team did fall into a brief panic when they saw the striker releasing magic, but then they took steps again and moved forward resolutely!

From the perspective of Harry, who was a bystander, these war-experienced attackers from the Ministry of Magic were even more panicked.

Although their 'opponents' are just a bunch of poor wizards who may not even be able to cast a floating spell.

"What on earth do you want to do!"

Finally, a flash of inspiration flashed across the beater's head, he pointed his wand at his throat, and remembered to use magic to shout.

At this time, more than half of the dark protest team had already stepped onto the drop-off square, and the attackers were forced to the edge of the square by them.

"We want to see Bones!"

"Get Blaine out!"

The vanguard of the protest team was finally no longer silent. Their sparse shouts gathered together and surged over the ruins of Diagon Alley!

"You want to see Minister Bones, Mr. Blaine?"

The shouting beater's voice was tight,

"This is wishful thinking. Both of them have so many things to do, there is no way they would have time to meet you rioters!"

Rioters?

Harry frowned, and Hermione also shouted angrily,

"How could he say that? These people are not the same thing as Death Eaters, are they!"

But what surprised the two of them was that the voices of approval around them actually dominated the mainstream!

"Who do they think they are, the mysterious man?"

Some people laughed loudly at the overestimation of these squibs.

The hitter's words undoubtedly lit a fire on the dry wood, and the somewhat fearful people in the protest team became angry.

Harry could already see anger flashing on the dark faces of the civilians in the front row.

The protest team moved forward again. Now, they had occupied the drop-off platform, and about twenty strikers from the Ministry of Magic were squeezed into a position not far in front of Harry and the others.

"Ministry, you shouldn't be afraid of a group of squibs!"

Someone in the crowd watching the excitement shouted, which made Harry's anger rise. He turned his head to find who was shouting just now.

"Hey, show them how awesome you are!"

The man shouted again, and Harry immediately found the meddler among the crowd of people.

"Shut your mouth. If you dare to cause trouble again, I will show you how powerful you are first!"

Harry shouted at the man.

The lingering breeze lifted Harry's bangs, exposing the lightning-shaped scar to many people's eyes.

"Harry Potter."

"Look, it's the one who defeated the mysterious man"

"Yes, it's him. My acquaintances in the ministry told me that he was in the previous battle in Diagon Alley."

The respectful glances did not make Harry happy. He turned his face gloomily and endured the chattering around him.

"They went to the Ministry to call for backup, Harry—"

Hermione held Harry's arm and looked worriedly at the tense drop-off platform.

"Do you think we're going to do something, Harry?"

Harry was in trouble too.

This is not the same thing as fighting a dark wizard.

The protest team became even more excited when they saw the strikers from the Ministry of Magic leaving. They obviously knew that the two leaving strikers were not there to invite the Minister of Magic and the most powerful wizard of our time.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

Boom, boom, boom!

The angry protest team began to take more violent actions.

These ordinary villagers held farm tools and iron tools from the workshops in their hands, and began to beat the ground rhythmically.

"We have to work!"

"We want revenue!"

"We want to live!"

"Stop the Ministry of Magic's tyranny!"

"Bones go away, Fudge come back!"

The angry shouts were deafening and shocking.

Those wizards who originally had the mentality of watching the excitement could not laugh anymore, and began to retreat in unison,

"Harry, Hermione!"

Ron and his girlfriend passively 'stand out' from the crowd, and he pulled Lavender and rushed to the two of them.

"Hello, Harry and Hermione."

Lavender's face turned pale, and she nervously greeted the two of them.

For Ron's sake, Harry and Hermione also smiled at Lavender, and then looked at the drop-off platform with livid faces.

"Ministry of Magic lackey, get out of here!"

The tense atmosphere between the two sides reached its peak. At the front of the protest team, a lean villager suddenly jumped out of the team and threw a wine bottle at the attackers!

"Armor protection!"

A striker with full alert would not be able to defend against this. A striker who looked like a team leader took a step forward and blocked the bottle with a magic barrier!

Bang!

The dark brown wine bottle that focused everyone's attention suddenly exploded, and the liquid that splashed all over the sky made a hissing sound after touching the ground, and the rising white smoke made Harry's breathing stop.

"Damn it!"

This move also completely angered the Ministry of Magic's thugs, who all raised their wands and prepared to fight back!

"Wait, don't do that, they are just civilians!"

Seeing that a bloody conflict was inevitable, Hermione finally couldn't bear it anymore, shouted and rushed forward desperately. (End of chapter)