Arms dealer from Hogwarts

Chapter 192 Sparkling
popping...

There was a crisp explosion, and a large number of wizards rushed here. When they saw Jemini and the others, they pulled out their wands one after another.

When they saw Jemini's face clearly, they hurriedly put away their wands again, with a reserved smile on their faces again.

"Oh...Jemini!" Mr. Weasley followed in the crowd: "Are you all right, kid?"

"Of course it's okay." Jemini chuckled. "I hope the party isn't over yet, is that right? Mr. Weasley."

"Um... well." Mr. Weasley looked at him embarrassedly: "Although the influence has not expanded too much, I still let the children leave first."

"Oh shit..." Jemini rolled his eyes.

"Why are you here? Mr. Fox. I think there should be a parade here just now..." Barty Crouch asked in a low voice, before he finished speaking, his eyes fell on the man behind Jemini On large pieces of dead bodies.

The sky was dark, and he hadn't seen it clearly just now, but when he noticed it now, he smelled the bloody smell straight up his nostrils, as well as the corpses everywhere.

"Merlin's beard...you did this?" A wizard with short brown stubble looked at the corpses all over the place in astonishment, and a young wizard next to him couldn't help retching.

"That's right, what's the problem?" Jemini raised an eyebrow.

Barty Crouch twitched a few times, and then shook his head undetectably: "Dealing with the Death Eaters...of course there is no problem, but...you killed them all?"

"They attacked me first, Mr. Crouch, if I don't kill them, why don't I keep them?" Jemini looked at him amusedly.

"That's right...that's right..." Crouch looked a little dazed.

Suddenly, a dark green light flew into the sky from the other end of the campsite, and turned into a gigantic skeleton in the sky. A boa constrictor emerged from the skull's mouth like a flexible tongue. Flying high, shining brightly in a cloud of green smoke.

"Damn it! It's the Dark Mark!" A wizard covered his mouth in horror.

Barty Crouch's complexion looked very ugly, and his complexion looked paler.

"It looks like there is something going on over there?"

"That's the direction the children are going..." Mr. Weasley said, and quickly Apparated away.

Jemini raised his eyebrows, and the figure disappeared in place.

No one bothered about Jamick's use of magic during the holiday, and except for a few wizards who left behind to deal with the aftermath, everyone else disapparated.

clap clap-

Twenty or thirty figures descended from the sky and landed on the open space. They immediately pulled out their wands and pointed at the figures in the open space.

"Drowsy!" More than 20 voices shouted at the same time.

"Get out of the way!" Those figures quickly dodged.

Jemini saw those figures clearly, swiped his dagger, and a transparent shield enveloped those people, blocking the stun spell issued by everyone, and the spell shot on the shield, making a clanging sound .

"Stop! Stop! That's my son!" Mr. Weasley ran in the direction of those people with a frightened expression on his face.

There were a total of eight people in the arena, Sirius and Lupine took Harry Ron, and Charlotte, behind her was Shirley, Adria and Hermione.

"Get out of the way, Arthur." Crouch's voice was cold and emotionless, and he looked at Harry's group: "Who of you did this? Which of you conjured the Dark Mark?"

"We didn't!" Harry pointed to the Dark Mark and said, "That's how it was just now."

"We didn't do anything!" Ron looked at the group of people angrily: "Why are you attacking us?"

"Don't lie, sir!" Crouch was still pointing his wand at the group of them. He looked a little crazy, his eyeballs were about to pop out: "You were found at the crime scene."

"Are you suspicious of Harry? Harry Potter conjuring the Dark Mark? How dare you—" Sirius snarled and shook his fist at Crouch.

"It's not just Harry Potter, there's also a member of the Wizengamot present." Charlotte guarded the three of Shirley behind her, and looked at Crouch coldly.

"If it's a crime scene..." Jemini's cold voice suddenly sounded behind Crouch: "When I met those Death Eaters before, many of you were there..."

Crouch turned his head quickly, and was slapped head-on with his favorite big mouth by Jemini. He turned 360 degrees and flew up, kneeling softly on the ground.

"Then, Mr. Crouch, I have reason to suspect that you are collaborating with the Death Eaters in order to achieve some ulterior secrets..."

Jemini glanced coldly at Crouch's face. Crouch's face was sweaty, and his eyes looked terrified. The wizards around seemed to want to say something, but they still closed their mouths wisely.

Barty Crouch's popularity is not very good. Most of his colleagues feel that this guy is a little too unreasonable. He even sent his own son to Azkaban decisively. Under normal circumstances, no one would like to Being in close contact with him, naturally no one will intercede for him.

"Calm down, calm down, Jemini." In the end, Mr. Weasley helped Crouch out: "Crouch is just too nervous, he has been very busy recently, he hasn't had a good rest, and his nerves are a little too tense .”

"It seems... it's not just like that. Didn't you realize that this guy's reaction was a little too violent?" Jemini snorted softly, his eyes swept across the surrounding woods, and then he swung his dagger, and the dense forest suddenly There was a sound, and a petite figure floated and flew over.

"It's Winky!" Harry looked at the petite figure in surprise, and couldn't help being surprised.

Barty Crouch looked very ugly, he knelt on the spot motionless, as if frozen, his pale face was about to burst into flames.

"This—impossible—impossible—" He quickly got up and walked towards the place where Shining was found.

"It's kind of embarrassing..." The short-bearded wizard looked down at Winky, and said sternly, "Barty Crouch's house elf...I mean..."

"Stop talking nonsense, Amos." Mr. Weasley whispered, "Do you really think the elves did it? The Dark Mark is a wizard's symbol, and you need a wand."

"Yeah, she's holding a wand." Jemini said lightly.

"What?" Mr. Weasley looked startled.

"Here, you see." The wizard named Amos raised a wand and handed it to Mr. Weasley: "She is holding it in her hand, which violates the third paragraph of the "Guidelines for the Use of Wands" : No non-human creature may carry or use a wand."

While speaking, officials from the Ministry of Magic Apparated to the scene one after another. Barty Crouch returned empty-handed. His face was terribly white, and his hands and toothbrush-shaped mustache were twitching.

　The second one today is more beeping~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)