fall at hogwarts

Chapter 23 The People of the Ministry of Magic

Tom lifted the oily rat with disgust, threw it into a huge beer mug, and covered it with a wooden board.

"Don't worry, Master Ed. I'll keep that mouse safe." Tom turned his head and said to Ed, and walked towards the room behind the bar with a cup in his hand, still muttering: "It's disgusting, I hope magic The Ministry will not come to check the hygiene."

Ed watched Tom walking back, and suddenly remembered that behind the Broken Ax seemed to be a place where the owl store kept owls.

Hopefully those owls are well fed or the cages are strong enough.

Turning his head to look at Harry who was still in shock, Hagrid carefully identified the burnt body, carefully looked at his clothes and his face, and exclaimed, "Oh! Professor Quirrell!"

In this peaceful age, people were suddenly killed in public, and the Ministry of Magic was still very efficient in dispatching police.

Minister Fudge went out in person, with the Order of Merlin pinned to his chest, a stout little man, only a little taller than Ed, with gray hair.After entering the bar, seeing the corpse lying on the ground, Fudge's face flashed with horror.

Then, he pointed his wand at Hagrid next to Quirrell's corpse: "Hagrid! Put your hands up! And you! Little bastard, raise your hands! That's you, the little boy with glasses!
John!King Rice!Come in quickly!I got the murderer under control! "

"Here we come, Minister!"

Two Aurors (Aura Masters) ran in with their hats on their heads in one hand and their wands in the other.

"Hagrid?", "Why are you here?"

"Harry Potter, I, and Adler May were about to go to Diagon Alley, and Quirrell rushed over when we were about to leave. He grabbed Harry, and then he became like this."

Harry was dumbfounded, only Hagrid explained.

When Fudge heard Harry Potter and Adler May's name, the two eyeballs inlaid on his fat head suddenly shrank inward, dripping with sweat, and said in a trembling voice: "Ha Lippert? Adler May!

John!Go find Dumbledore! "

When Hagrid heard that Fudge was looking for Dumbledore, he showed such an expression.

Then he pulled Harry up and said, "Don't worry, Dumbledore will be here in a while, and you'll be fine."

Seeing Harry nodding his head, Hagrid looked at Ed because of his relationship, as if what he said just now was also for Ed.

As a wizard, I have a feeling for people's gaze.Ed's facial features were already sensitive, and he quickly sensed Hagrid's gaze, and looked away from Quirrell.

Ed asked Hagrid in a low voice: "Hagrid, this Professor Quirrell, is he a wizard?" Hagrid obviously didn't expect Ed to ask such a question, and said, "Of course, Professor Quirrell should be your teacher this semester. The professor of the Magic Defense class. For this reason, he even went to Albania."

"what class?"

"Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Oh, that's fine."

Hagrid looked at Ed and let out a sigh of relief. Why did Ed feel lucky that Quirrell was the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?
Could it be that Quirrell is dead, so he doesn't have to take Defense Against the Dark Arts class this semester?
"Shut up, both of you! Damn it!" The wand in Fudge's hand trembled, this was the first time he had seen such an arrogant criminal.

However, Hagrid is Dumbledore's most trusted person, and Fudge cannot move.Harry Potter defeated Voldemort, God knows what kind of evil magic he was born with, give yourself a mark, I'm afraid there will be no place to hang the ashes of the dead.

As for Adlermay, he swore that if it weren't for some daring wizards watching the fun outside the door, Fudge would definitely send away the grandson of the old evil star as if there was no Eddie at the scene.

Believe in Fudge, those who know Nicolas May's true temper will never provoke him easily.

"What should I do now? What should I do?"

Fudge's back was already wet, and he felt that he should piss off little Mr. Flamel.He didn't mean to, it's just that he really didn't know what to do.His mind was like a pot of soup that could already smell of charcoal. While he was in a hurry, he was angry.

He just wanted to vent the panic in his heart, so his voice was a bit loud.They, you, can understand?

"Er...sir, I think we should send Professor Quirrell to the hospital first, what if he can still be saved?"

"Yes yes yes yes!"

This sounds like a savior!Fudge's savior, Fudge is like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and said along the way: "Let's send him to St. Mungo's Magic Injury Hospital first! Hurry up, we sent him there a second earlier, that's an extra point Hope to save Quirrell!"

The people standing outside heard Fudge's words, and two bold twin boys broke in. One lifted Quirrell's shoulders, the other lifted his thighs, and carried Quirrell up.

"I swear! Patsy must not know what we did today!", "If you think too much, we will be in the newspaper!"

"But I've almost spent enough money to buy supplies for Ron this month, so my mother won't spend money to buy newspapers."

"But such a big thing, Dad will know."

"Okay~ Maybe we can rely on this, and maybe we can find a female companion."

"I don't know if there are any good-looking ones among the freshmen."

The twins sang together, annoyed Fudge: "Shut up you two! Take him to St. Mungo's!"

The twins shut their mouths obediently, but Ed seemed to feel that the two had not stopped talking in their hearts through special telepathy:

"Who is this fat man?"

"Fudge? Or Fuji? Or Fuji?"

"His name is really interesting."

"Who said it wasn't."

Perhaps, there is such a strange feeling between the twins, and the arrival of Groot, the world tree, may strengthen this feeling.

Who can know?Ed is not an expert in this field.

At the same time, Voldemort, who escaped from the cup, was using Parseltongue to talk to a poisonous snake coiled in the corner: "You can't eat me! Take me out of here! Go to Hogwarts!"

Can you imagine a mouse talking to a snake?It was a big black mouse, stood up on two feet, and then stood in front of a poisonous snake with its tongue sticking out.

"Are you a mouse? Or a snake?"

"Idiot! My name is Voldemort! (I am Lord Voldemort!)"

"A mouse with a name? Is there any difference in taste from a mouse that doesn't talk?"

"Damn! Did you know how to eat all your life?"

"Eh... and mating, if you can find a female snake here."

Hearing the salty fish snake's answer, Voldemort jumped up angrily.

This made the poisonous snake, which was already very vigilant, quickly pop out its head like lightning, and bite the mouse, bite, inject venom, and let go, all in one go.

"Soul out of the body!"

After uttering the soul-snatching incantation, the originally dexterous body of the poisonous snake stiffened for a moment, and then lay limply on the ground.

Volleyball licked the wound: "It's disgusting!"

Then he jumped on the snake and said, "Take me out of here! Adler May, Harry Potter, Tom... (don't know the last name), when I recover, I will take revenge on you!"

After speaking, the poisonous snake carried Voldemort and quickly left along the corner.

(End of this chapter)