Hogwarts calendar year 999, 1992 AD.

April 21, 9:40 a.m. (See around Chapter 361 for details of the Age of Magic)

Around the Hogwarts Quidditch Stadium, it was a feast of vengeance.

Meloppe, the female prefect of Ravenclaw House, covered her mouth in disbelief and exclaimed.

"Oh my God, I've never seen so many people at Hogwarts today. ”

"Don't talk about you, I've been teaching at Hogwarts for decades, and I've never seen anything like this. ”

Professor Flitwick shook his head as he watched the wizards pouring into the arena in equal amazement, his feet floating a foot above the ground, barely obstructed by the crowd.

Since hearing about the importance of today's upcoming public trial, wizards have gathered here from all over the country to be the first to know the outcome of Peter Pettigrew's trial and the final fate of their life savings.

You know, with the sudden departure of the "Magic Fed", the vast majority of wizarding families seemed to fall into a frenzy of impotence, and at this time, the information about the corporate registrant unearthed by the Ministry of Magic, and the news that Hogwarts had captured Peter Pettigrew were like the only light of fire in despair.

Almost every wizard had a gloomy face on their faces, and the anger of being cheated out of all their wealth had completely ignited their brains, so that they rarely returned to Hogwarts, and they went straight to the Quidditch pitch without even entering the castle.

But for the young wizards of Gryffindor, this is not a pleasant thing.

This is because the Quidditch pitch at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is located right next to Gryffindor's potato field......

"Hey, you can't step over that dirt! bastard!"

"You have the ability to fly right in! Don't step on our potatoes!"

A dozen or so little lions dressed in Gryffindor robes were furiously guarding their potato patches, looking at them one by one from outside the school with unkind expressions, and the expressions on their faces gradually began to become manic.

"Walk aside!Walk! Hear me?!"

After another attempt to dissuade him, one of the boys drew his wand and yelled at the wizard who trampled the vegetable patch not far away.

"It's too much! You've stepped on the potatoes I planted!

The scorching pillar of magic flew straight out, striking the hurried middle-aged wizard, flipping him face down in the dirt and stumbling into a dog-nibbled pose.

"Little bunny, I'm in a bad mood, what are you ......?"

The middle-aged wizard reacted quickly, got up from the ground with his hands and feet, and drew his wand while scolding, he was about to teach the student in front of him a lesson.

However, before he could fully raise his arm, a series of incantations rang out in his ears.

"Except for your weapons!"

"Except for your weapons!"

"Armor protection!"

"Mud Wall Guard!"

"Turn mud into stone!"

"There are many obstacles!"

Seeing the adult wizard preparing to cast a spell, the effect of the Defence Against the Dark Arts course over the past few months was immediately apparent.

Several young wizards from Gryffindor House reflexively quickly formed two three-person tactical teams, quickly building defenses and suppressing magical fire, as Professor Otto Apokalis had taught in class.

With the initiative of the little wizards on this side, the rest of the Gryffindor little wizards guarding the edge of the potato field finally began to give up their ineffective persuasion work, directly drew their wands, and participated in the small magic conflict of the potato defense battle.

In the beginning, these angry wizards from all over the world, strangers to each other, were still trying to fight back.

After all, most people's hearts are full of depression, and in this kind of mood that explodes at a point, they don't care if the opposite side is a group of students who have not yet graduated, or rather, it is precisely because they see clearly that they are still students on the other side, so they will choose to use this excuse to pour out their grievances and anger to them.

It's just that the cruel reality has once again taught these wizards who have graduated for many years a lesson.

According to the previous statistics of the Ministry of Magic, many wizards in the wizarding world today continue to increase their mana after graduation, but their skills and knowledge in magic confrontation have fallen a lot, and many people in the Ministry of Magic can't even use "armor and body protection" well.

What's more, most of the wizards who had a slightly better academic performance at the beginning had entered the Ministry of Magic, and they would not have gathered from all directions in a scattered manner like this, and walked straight past the sign and went directly to the Quidditch pitch.

In the face of a group of students who cooperate tacitly, every week the original Dark Lord personally instructs them on magic combat techniques.

After only the first two waves of magical fire, the adult wizards who had rushed into the Gryffindor potato fields were all put down on the ground, their wands thrown to the ground, and they curled up on the ground and groaned in pain.

And some of them, who were already full of bitterness and depression, finally returned to school to ask for an explanation, but before they could see the culprit, they were pressed to the ground by a group of students and beaten violently, and even their eyes were a little red at this time.

"So many people, so many people have invested, why is this happening...... I don't want interest, I don't want it, I just want my savings, that's what I've been saving for years...... Give it back to me......"

"Peter Pettigrew, I'm a pure-blood, too!Why do you cheat me out of my money......

To the surprise of the vigilant students, the middle-aged wizards who had been knocked over by the spell did not become irritable or aggressive again, but instead sat down in the dirt and muttered a little madly.

"Fred, George, what do we do now......"

"Of course, according to what the professor said in class, collect the wand, clean the battlefield, and check if you have magic items......"

Fred Weasley glanced at Lee Jordan beside him and replied without thinking.

George Weasley nodded approvingly, and added.

"Don't forget, if you encounter resistance or words in your mouth, don't go near and make up two spells first. ”

The strength of these adult wizards who came to participate in the public trial was too weak, and they were not even as strong as the Slytherin House team in the same grade, which was completely beyond Fred's expectations, especially ......

Fred looked at the few wizards whose hands were tied with magic ropes, and the white-washed wizard robes were printed with a few traces of magic spells, and his eyes seemed to have begun to turn red, and an adult wizard who had been defeated by their spells shook his head helplessly.

Alas, these adults are inevitably too fragile.

"Stop! those are kids, don't do anything to the students......"

"Ministry of Magic Aurors, order you to stop immediately......"

It was only then that a sound of surprise came out from the direction of the castle gate not far away.

The people of the Ministry of Magic, who had just arrived at Hogwarts en masse through the portkey, were walking towards this side under the leadership of Albus Dumbledore and other professors, and only surprise was left after the angry voice was finished.

"Oh my gosh, what the hell is going on?"

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Chapter I.

(End of chapter)