The Dark Lord's mark in the sky, and the increasingly powerful counterattack of the Ministry of Magic, finally made these strange people unable to support themselves, and they used apparition to leave the camp one after another, quickly disappearing without a trace. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the other side, Harry and the others were also startled by the Dark Lord mark above their heads. In fact, the Dark Lord's mark had risen high into the air from the place beside them, and they knew very well that several of them felt that it was not good to stay here, and the three Harry were ready to leave. But they had only gone a few steps in a panic when they heard a series of popping sounds, and twenty wizards descended from the sky and surrounded them.

The wizards all pulled out their wands, each pointed at the three Harry.

Without thinking, Harry shouted, "Hide! ”

He grabbed the other two and dragged them to the ground.

"Faint!" Twenty voices roared at the same time—followed by a series of dazzling flashes, and Harry felt his hair sway, like a strong wind blowing through the clearing. He lifted his head slightly, and saw a searing red light shoot out of the wizard's wand, staggering over their heads, hitting the trunks of trees, and being catapulted into the darkness—

"Stop!" A familiar voice shouted, "Stop! That's my son! ”

Harry's hair stopped fluctuating, and he lifted his head a little, and the wizard in front of him had lowered his wand. Harry turned over and saw Mr. Weasley striding towards them, looking horrified.

"Ron-Harry-" his voice trembled a little, "Hermione-you're all alright?" ”

"Get out of the way, Arthur." A cold, emotionless voice said.

It's Mr. Crouch. He and the other wizarding officials in the ministry gathered around. Harry stood up and faced them. Mr. Crouch grimaced with anger.

"Which of you did this?" He snapped, his sharp eyes sweeping between the three of them, "Which of you has conjured the Dark Mark?" ”

"We don't!" Harry exclaimed.

"We didn't do anything!" Ron said, rubbing his elbow and looking at his father angrily, "Why are you attacking us?" ”

"Don't lie, sir!" Mr. Crouch said. He was still pointing his wand at Ron, his eyes were bursting out - he looked a little crazy, "You were found at the crime scene!" ”

"Barty," whispered a witch in a long woolen dressing gown, "they're still children, Barty, and they can't—"

"You three, where did this mark come from?" Mr. Weasley asked anxiously.

"Over there," Hermione said in a trembling voice, gesturing to where they had just heard the voice, "there's someone behind the tree...... He recited a mantra......

"Oh, he's just standing there, isn't he?" Mr. Crouch said, turning his bulging eyes back to Hermione, his face full of suspicion, "He also said a spell, didn't he?" You seem to know a pretty good idea of how to conjure up markers, miss-"

But with the exception of Mr. Crouch, the wizarding officials in the ministry seemed to think that it was absolutely impossible for Harry, Ron, and Hermione to conjure skeletons. They listened to Hermione, and one by one raised their wands again, pointed them in the direction she was pointing, and squinted into the dark bushes.

"We're late," said the witch in the woollen dressing gown, shaking her head, "they've been apparitions for a long time. ”

"I don't think so," said a wizard with a short brown beard who was none other than Amos Diggory, Cedric's father, "and our terrifying master must have gotten into the bushes...... There's a good chance we'll catch them......"

"Amos, be careful!" Several wizards reminded, only to see Mr. Diggory puff out his chest, raise his wand, and stride through the clearing, disappearing into the darkness. Hermione nervously covered her mouth with her hands, looking at his hidden back. Seconds later, they heard Mr. Diggory shouting.

"It's done! Caught it! There's someone here! Unconscious! Be...... Oh my God......"

"You caught someone?" Mr. Crouch shouted, in a tone of utter disbelief, "Who? Who is it? ”

They heard the snapping of branches, the rustle of fallen leaves, and then the crunching of footsteps, and Mr. Diggory came out from behind the bushes. He held a small, limp body in his arms. There is also a familiar tea towel. It's sparkling.

Mr. Crouch watched as Mr. Diggory put his house-elf at his feet, and he did not move or speak. The other officials of the Ministry of Magic were staring at Mr. Crouch. For several seconds, Crouch stood motionless, as if frozen, the fire-breathing eyes on his pale face staring fiercely at the sparkle on the ground. Then, he seemed to come back to his senses.

"This ...... No way...... No way," he said at one end of his life, "no ......"

He sped around Mr. Diggory and strode towards the spot where Sparkle had been found.

"It's useless, Mr. Crouch," shouted Mr. Diggory at his back, "there's no one else there." ”

But Mr. Crouch did not seem to want to pay attention to his words. They heard him walking up and down there, and heard him rustle the leaves as he pushed through the bushes to look for them.

"It's a little embarrassing," said Mr. Diggory sternly, looking down at the sparkling delirium, "Barty Crouch's house-elf...... I mean......"

"Don't talk nonsense, Amos," Mr. Weasley whispered, "do you really think the elves did it?" The Dark Mark is a wizard symbol. A wand is required. ”

"Yes," said Mr. Diggory, "she has a wand. ”

"What?" Mr. Weasley said.

"Here, you see," Mr. Diggory said, holding up a wand and handing it to Mr. Weasley, "she has it in her hand." This is a first violation of Article 3 of the Guidelines for the Use of Wands, which states that no non-human creature may carry or use a wand. ”

With a wand, there's not much to say. When Mr. Crouch returns, Mr. Diggory proposes to have Twilight awake for questioning.

Mr. Crouch was unresponsive, as if he had not heard Mr. Diggory, who seemed to take his silence as acquiescence. He raised his wand, pointed at Twinkle and said, "Recover!" ”

Twinkle moved weakly. The bronze bell-like brown eyes opened, and she blinked her eyelids vigorously with a blank expression. Under the silent gaze of the wizards, she sat up with a shudder. She saw Mr. Diggory's feet, and then she lifted her gaze slowly, tremblingly, into his face, and then, more slowly, cast her gaze toward the night sky above. Harry could see the floating skeleton reflected in her large, dull eyes. She gasped, stared at the people gathered around the clearing, and then suddenly cried in fear.

"Elf!" Mr. Diggory asked sternly, "Do you know who I am?" I'm a member of the Magical Beasts Management Control Division! ”

Twinkle began to rock back and forth on the ground, her breathing interrupted by intense sobs from time to time. Harry remembered that Dobby had been the same when he was scared for disobeying orders.

"You saw it, goblin, just now, someone conjured the Dark Mark here." Mr. Diggory said, "A moment later, you were spotted by us, just below the mark!" Please give us an explanation! ”

"I-I-I don't, sir!" Flashing gasped and said, "I don't know how to change, sir!" ”

"You were found with a wand in your hand!" Mister Diggory roared, waving his wand in front of Shining. When the green light of the skeleton shooting into the clearing shone on the wand, Harry recognized it.

That's his wand!

The people in the clearing all turned their faces to look at him.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Mr. Diggory asked incredulously.

"That's my wand!" Harry said, "I threw it away!" ”

"You threw it away?" Mr. Diggory repeated suspiciously, "Are you confessing?" After you conjured the marker, you threw away your wand? ”

"Amos, think about who you're talking to!" Mr. Weasley was furious and said, "Could it be that Harry Potter conjured up the Dark Mark?" ”

"Oh—of course not," Mr. Diggory muttered vaguely, "I'm sorry...... I was dizzy......"

"I didn't throw it there," Harry pointed with his thumb to the bushes beneath the skeleton, "and as soon as we walked into the woods, my wand was gone. ”

"So," said Mr. Diggory, his gaze turning back to the glare curled up at his feet, "goblin, you found this wand, didn't you?" You check it up, thinking you can have some fun with it, don't you? ”

"I didn't use it for magic, sir!" Sparkle shrieked, tears streaming down the sides of her flattened bulbous nose like a stream, "I...... I...... I just picked it up, sir! I didn't conjure the Dark Mark of the Dark Devil, sir, I don't know how! ”

"It's not her!" Hermione said—she looked nervous as she spoke in front of the Ministry of Magic officials, but she didn't flinch—"Twinkle spoke in a shrill voice, and the voice we heard chanting the spell was much lower!" She turned to look at Harry and Ron, asking for their approval, "It's not like a twinkle at all, is it?" ”

"Yes," Harry nodded, "that voice is definitely not that of an elf. ”

"yes, that's a human voice." Ron said.

"Well, we'll find out soon," Mr. Diggory roared, as if not listening to them, "there's an easy way to spot the last spell cast by the wand, elf, you know?" ”

Twinkle shivered and shook her head desperately, her ears fluttering. Mr. Diggory raised his wand and docked it with Harry's.

"Flashback Pre-Spell!" Mr. Diggory yelled.

Harry heard Hermione gasp as he saw a terrifying skeleton spitting a snake cringeth coming out of where the two wands met, but it was just the shadow of the green skeleton above their heads. It seemed to be made of thick gray smoke: a magical ghost.

In spite of the loud arguments of the sparkling, it all seemed to have settled down, and the stern and demanding Mr. Crouch made the decision - clothes! Something that could set house-elves free, something that would make house-elves worse than dead.

The sparkling crying made the people around her a little unbearable, and Hermione's little face was full of worry.

"Everyone, let me say a word."

At this moment, Du Teng suddenly walked out of the crowd and walked to the side of Shining Shine.

He looked down at the wincing Twinkle, and then at the grim-faced Mr. Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch, you don't have to take a pixie out of anger, I think you should understand that there must be some other reason for Shining to appear here, she will not disobey any orders of her master, not just you."

Du Teng's words caused Crouch's pupils to suddenly constrict, and he shivered all over.

"You, what are you talking about!!"

His voice was a little sharp, and his expression was like a monster trying to eat people.

"Nothing, let me make a suggestion. I know what you're going to do, but it's too cruel for a house-elf. Why don't you transfer her to me? I happen to be short of a house-elf that I can trade with you for what you need, what do you think? ”

Du Teng said with a smile.

The wizards around him looked at him with strange expressions, no one expected him to come out for a little elf, and what everyone didn't expect was that Crouch actually nodded.

"Let's go over there!"

No one knew what they said, but when the two returned, Crouch directly summoned a piece of clothing and threw it to Twinkle, but at the same time, the dress was taken away by Duten, who had just gained her freedom and lost it all again in an instant, and she didn't even have time to feel sad before a smile appeared on her face.

Twinkle is the most normal house-elf, work means everything to her, and it is better to die if she loses her job.

Now that Du Teng has accepted her, no matter who she works for, as long as she has a job, she is very happy.

Mr. Weasley led the children towards the tent, with Duten among them, and Twinkle following the group, bouncing and delighted.

The Quidditch World Cup is over, the Death Eaters make the incident a little more dignified, Duten and his party return to the Burrow, ready to wait for the end of the holiday, anyway, there are only a few days before the start of school, and the things that should be bought have been purchased, and his job every day is to communicate with Twinkle, occasionally play games with others, and spend his days freely.

But in the outside world, it has already been a mess, especially the reappearance of the Dark Lord's mark, which has made the entire wizarding world boil, and the Ministry of Magic has also made a mess. (To be continued.) )