"Elf!" Scrimgeour asked sternly, "Do you know who I am, I'm the head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic!"

Twinkle began to shake back and forth on the ground, and her breathing was interrupted by strong sobs from time to time!

When she heard that Scrimgeour was an Auror, she almost passed out again. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Just now, someone conjured up the Dark Mark here. Scrimgeour snapped, pointing his wand at Shiblin, "In a few moments, we found you, just below the mark!

"I, I, I don't, sir!" said Flash, gasping, "I don't know how, sir!"

"You were found with a wand in your hand!" said Scrimgeour impatiently, taking it from someone else's hand and waving it, "Tell me where you got it, isn't it ......?"

Harry, who was standing in the crowd, suddenly said in surprise, "That's mine, sir!"

Everyone quickly turned around and looked at Harry, who was at a loss.

"What did you just say?!" Scrimgeour had shock and disbelief written all over his face, "This is your wand?!"

"That's my wand!" Harry said, swallowing, "I lost it!"

"Hmph, did you throw it away? Are you confessing?" Scrimgeour snorted heavily, his eyes piercing as if he were going to swallow Harryson, "and then threw away the wand after conjuring the mark?!"

"Scrimgeour watch your words!" Sirius roared, "think about who you're talking to, could it be that Harry Potter conjured the Dark Mark?!"

"Sirius Black!" Scrimgeour said with a hint of surprise, "This kid is Harry Potter?!"

His sharp gaze quickly swept Sirius and Aven before falling back on Harry.

"We all saw him riding a broomstick in the sky to save Aven and Hermione, and they were dueling with the Dark Wizards!" Sirius said angrily, "This is what you Aurors are supposed to do, but it's all up to a few kids tonight." Now, Harry has conjured the Dark Mark of the Dark Magic?!"

He also pulled out his wand and went toe-to-toe with Scrimgeur.

"Don't get excited, Blake!" Fudge said hurriedly, "Of course Harry can't conjure that mark, we all know it. Rufus was just asking Harry when he lost his wand?

"Shortly after the chaos started, I thought it had landed in the box. ”

Hearing Harry speak of the box, Scrimgeour's face was even more unnatural, as it was now in ruins.

Aven's powerful magic is still fresh in his memory, and everything tonight was extraordinary.

With so many people gathered around waiting for the outcome, it had to be done quickly.

Scrimgeour turned his gaze back to the glimmer curled up at his feet, his eyes becoming even colder, "Elf, that's where you found this wand, didn't you? You picked it up and thought you could have some fun with it, didn't you?"

"I didn't use it for magic, sir!" Sparkle said shriek, tears streaming down the sides of her flattened bulbous nose like streams, "I, I, I...... I just picked it up, sir, I didn't conjure the Dark Mark sir, trust me, sir, I don't know how!"

"You won't use this magic, it's hard to say?!" Scrimgeour said with a hint of calmness in his voice, "Since this wand is in your hand, this matter must not be related to you." There's an easy way to find out what spell was cast last time on the wand, elf, you know?"

Twinkle shivered and shook her head desperately, her ears fluttering.

Scrimgeour ignored her, seemingly determined to catch the killer behind the scenes.

He looked up at Crouch, who was silent, and raised his wand, docking it with Harry's.

"Flashback Flash!" said Scrimgeour in a cold voice.

The crowd gasped as they saw a terrifying skeleton spitting a snake hyacinth emerge from where the two wands met, but it was just the shadow of the green skeleton above their heads.

It seems to be made of thick gray smoke, a magical ghost.

"Disappear!" scrimhard growled.

The skull made of smoke turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished.

"What do you mean by that?" he said, looking at the sparkle at his feet, with a cruel look of pride.

Twinkle was still trembling violently, looking extremely pitiful.

"It's not me!" she screamed, her eyes rolling in horror, "It's not me, it's not me, I don't know how to get it! I'm a good elf, I don't fiddle with my wand, I don't know how!"

"That's enough, you've been caught red-handed with this wand of crime in your hand!" scrimgeour shouted, "Wizard of magic, tell us, where did you learn it?"

Twinkle let out a piercing wheezing sound, like a broken bellows.

"Scrimgeour may be saying......" Crouch spoke, each syllable with a cold rage, "I regularly teach my servants to become Dark Markers?"

Scrimgeour stared at him, a very suppressed silence, and a strange light in his eyes.

Hundreds of Ministry of Magic officials did not speak, and Barty Crouch had a high status and majesty in the Ministry.

In particular, his past experience scared all wizards.

Fudge, who was supposed to be in charge, seemed frightened and looked frightened, looked at Crouch for a moment, and then turned his head to look at Scrimgeur.

"Anything is possible, we need to investigate!" Scrimgeour didn't flinch, his tone just as cold.

Looking at him, it seems certain that Crouch was planning tonight's attack.

And at the end, let his house-elf conjure the Dark Mark of the Dark Magic!

"I hope you don't forget that over the course of my long career, there is much evidence that I have always hated and hated the dark arts, and all those who play with them!" shouted Mr. Crouch, his eyes bulging out.

"Obviously, but that doesn't explain why your house-elves are doing this dark magic. ”

"She may have learned it somewhere else!" said Fudge uneasily, "Alright, elf, tell me, where the hell did you pick up Harry's wand?"

Sparkle twisted the welt of the tea towel on her body vigorously, her fingers were so strong that the welt was unscrewed.

"I—I picked it up there, sir...... "there, in that ruin, I was terrified, all the buildings were collapsing, and the stones kept falling. ”

"Well, if I see, it's pretty clear!" Fudge whispered, "it must have been the Dark Wizard who fought Evan who picked up Harry's wand in the box, and conjured the Dark Mark there." ”

"Mr. Minister, I just saw an apparition appear!" said the wizard who had noticed the glitter at first, "and the figure suddenly disappeared from my eyes, and all at once it disappeared ......" (to be continued.) )