Chapter 343 Reactions from all parties

Felix waved to several staff members of the Ministry of Magic next to him, and one of them ran over excitedly, "Hello, Mr. Happ! It's incredible that you actually stopped the riots head-on..." He looked young and the acne on his face shone with excitement.

Felix said calmly: "You should be in charge of these...

"Don't worry! Leave it to us." The witch patted her chest, took out a whistle from her pocket, and blew it up "beep". After a long time, no one came over. He said in frustration: "My colleagues must have been knocked unconscious..."

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

"Mur! Keane! Come with me!" the witch shouted, and before leaving he couldn't help saying: "It's an honor to fight with you, Mr. Happ."

"We'll help put out the fire," said Mr. Weasley, who called Bill and Charlie away. Sirius thought for a while and greeted Felix: "I'll go find Harry and the others."

Felix nodded at him, circled around the camp, saved some injured people, and informed Lupin and Cremi with the patron saint. Everyone rushed over, and the mother and son were also with him.

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

When we returned to the battleground, there were already hundreds of wizards from the Ministry of Magic, who were orderly classifying and taking away these thugs.

Faugi kept wiping the sweat on his forehead, his face mixed with fear and disgust, "Take them all away! Ask them clearly about their nationality and identity, and inform them of the 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 his familiar face made his stomach churn.

"Reporting to the Minister, these hooded men were the leaders of the riot and dragged the Roberts family out of the house. They were frightened and were receiving memory treatment..."

Fudge's lips were trembling, and hesitating in his heart. Most of these hooded men were pure blood. If they were judged as the mastermind, they would have to be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least three or five months, but he would not expect to get the support of these people in the future.

"Click! Click!"

The sound of the camera shutter sounded, and clusters of purple smoke floated in the air.

Rita Skit excitedly directed her assistant, "Here, here, and there... What did I see? The fans who failed in the Quidditch World Cup took the lead in causing trouble and bullying Muggles for fun..." Her mouth almost turned smirking.

"Has taken the photo of Mr. Happ standing in the crowd?" she asked with great enthusiasm.

"Only the back," said her photographer.

"That's fine, 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: "Catch their photos, don't destroy them, stay in secret."

Walsh Sidrick of the Adviser Office of the Minister of Magic nodded and walked towards Rita Skit, "Madam, the matter is still under investigation, and the photos you took will be used as important evidence..."

Rita Skitter's argument rang, but Walsh Sidrick said something to her, "...Pure blood, don't you want to anger them, do you?"

Rita Skirt blinked and thought, "Okay, you owe me a favor." She waved to Walsh Sidrick, and she waved to the photographer, leaving a stack of negatives in secret, replacing the remaining volume with a brand new one. She turned around and shook the negatives in Walsh Sidrick. He was about to reach for them, but the negatives turned into ashes.

"Skit, you" Walsh Sidrick was furious.

Rita Skitter said slyly: "I have to let them take my favor, what do you think, Mr. Sidrick?"

By the edge of the woods, Harry and Ginny and Weasley twins met and were rushing over. They squeezed into the crowd and searched for the figures of Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie and Sirius, who had previously helped maintain order.

But the people from the Ministry of Magic formed a row and separated the scenes inside. Everyone couldn't see clearly, so they could only stand on tiptoe and try to see something.

Hermione asked in a low voice: "Did you see Professor Hepp?"

"He should have left," said Harry, "I watched him leave, and I couldn't tell that I was injured."

"It's cool!" Ron exclaimed, "He defeated them alone, and the wizards faced him like headless flies, or Billy Viggo without a thorn, without any threat."

Hermione said seriously: "Is that because the professor used more than one ancient magic. Did he see a golden shield? He blocked hundreds of spells. Later, he kept using the phantom to move and avoid it. It was too dangerous..."

Harry said: "It's not about hiding, but about looking for opportunities. It's a tactic. I tried to copy it when I played duel game with Sirius during the summer vacation, but it's a pity."

Hermione said disagreeably: "That's very dangerous. Harry, it's difficult to cast the Phantom continuously, let alone casting it quickly."

"I know, but once I learn it..." Harry did not continue, but looked at the scene meaningfully. From the gaps in the body of the Ministry of Magic staff, hundreds of wizards lying on the ground could be seen.

Everything is in vain.

On the other hand, the people who reversed the occasional magic incident came. Based on the various "damaged limbs" left at the scene, they found those who failed to move and were nailed to the spot.

Ron looked around, trying to see what was there: "Arms, thighs, what... bloody!" He was suddenly slapped from behind. It was Mr. Weasley who rushed over, behind him were Bill and Charlie. Sirius stood on the other side and looked at Harry with a smile.

"Don't look around, be careful of nightmares," said Mr. Weasley, who were dirty and burnt by fire.

"I'm just curious, tell me if they stayed," Ron said, pausing, as if attracted by something. He looked at Charlie, his mouth grew a little bit, and he pointed at Charlie: "Eyes, eyes can still move!"

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

Above Charlie's head was a brown eyeball, which was rotating in horror. A circle of "stop" was empty, and Harry's heart was pounding. Mr. Weasley shouted loudly: "Arnold! There is another one here! The phantom has moved and split!"

A strong witch ran over, glanced at her, grinned, "There are still some blood vessels... If you don't care about him..." He gestured to his eyes in a 'squirting' posture.

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

"Oh, sorry for two people coming here!" The wizard named Arnold shouted. Soon, two people came over. They surrounded the eyeball and pointed at it with their wands. "I'll go there." Arnold said, and in the horrified eyes, he grabbed the eyeball, squeezed it, as if he wanted to squeeze it out.

"Bang!"

He disappeared with his eyes.

"Wait, he will be back in a while." The wizard next to him said carelessly, yawning heavily, "I'm going to work overtime again today."

Ron swallowed hard, he felt a little nauseous, as if he had swallowed something slippery, and couldn't help but retching, and Harry and Hermione's expressions were not good.

The twins were worried. Ron showed off his unskilled phantom movements in front of them before, and they planned to learn in advance.

On the other side, a heavyweight appeared.

Barty Crouch said with a cold face, "Go ahead, let me." He crossed the crowd and squeezed into a circle surrounded by the Ministry of Magic like a stone.

"Crouch?" Fudge was so angry that he saw him that he wanted to ask him about his strangeness, but in such a big accident, he had already thrown these thoughts out of the sky.

"I let you take charge of the safety of the Quidditch World Cup, where did you go!"

"Go and track down those masked men," Crouch said stiffly.

Harry stared at the back of Barty Crouch's head, not only trying to confirm whether the scar on his forehead hurts, but also trying to see if he could see an ugly face that belonged to Voldemort.
Chapter completed!