"Roger!?Why are you here? We've been looking for you for a long time... Ginny, what about them?" Hermione, who was calm, saw Roger's face clearly, and the question erupted like a cannon. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Roger shook his head pretendedly: "It was too chaotic and we were separated, but I still saw the sign in the sky and thought about coming over to join in the fun... But you two, why are you staying under the Dark Mark mark?"

"Don't discuss these things outside, we'll talk about them when we get back to the tent. Mr. Weasley said anxiously.

But when they reached the edge of the woods, they ran into obstacles. A large group of terrified-looking wizards gathered there, and when they saw Mr. Weasley walking towards them, many of them pushed forward.

"What's going on over there?"

"Who made the mark?"

"Arthur... Could it be... He?"

"Of course it's not him," Mr. Weasley said impatiently, "and the ministry doesn't know who it is, and it looks like they're apparitioned." Alright, please get out of the way, please, I want to go back to sleep. ”

He led Roger, Harry, and Hermione through the crowd and back to the camp. It was quiet now, there was no longer the shadow of the masked wizards, and the tents that had been knocked down by Pandora were still smoking.

Charlie stuck his head out of the boy's tent.

"Daddy, what's going on?" he shouted in the darkness, "Fred, George, and Ginny are back safely, but Harry and the others..."

"I brought them all back. Mr. Weasley said, stooping into the tent. Roger and the others followed him in.

Bill sat at the small dining table, covering his arm with a sheet, from where blood kept pouring out. Charlie's shirt was torn wide and Percy flaunted his bleeding nose. Fred, George, Ginny, and Ryan appeared to be unharmed, but they were all in shock.

"Did you catch them, Daddy?" Bill asked, "the ones who conjured up that mark?"

"No," said Mr. Weasley, "we found Harry, Hermione, and Barty Crouch's house-elves in that glade, and the mark was Harry's wand..."

"What?' Harry's wand?" asked Bill, Charlie, and Percy in unison.

"But Harry's wand was in the house-elf's hand again... So we don't know exactly who made that mark. "Mr. Weasley, with the help of Harry and Hermione, took the events in the woods from Harry halfway through when he found out that his wand was missing, to the glade where he heard a mysterious sound in the bushes when he waited for the riot to disappear, and then the Dark Mark lifted into the air, and the wizards of the Ministry of Magic appeared, and then the people in the Ministry found the house-elf with Harry's wand in the bushes, and they all talked about it roughly.

Everyone was a little silent after listening to the whole process, but the little savior's mind was not here, he frowned and said:

"Can anyone explain what that skeleton is? I know it's Voldemort... I'm sorry, the mark of the mystery man, but that's just a shadow in mid-air..."

The Weasleys shuddered, and like most people in the wizarding world, they avoided saying Voldemort's name.

"People are naturally nervous... It's like seeing the mystery man again. Mr. Weasley slowed down and whispered, "Every time the Mystic Man and his followers kill someone, they have to display the Dark Mark in the air. ”

"The fear it brings... Of course, you don't have to be afraid. Mr. Weasley glanced at the little savior's forehead, "But imagine that you come home and find the Dark Mark hovering over your house, and you know what you'll see when you go in..."

Mr. Weasley shuddered, "This is what everyone fears the most... is the most feared..."

Then there was a moment of silence.

Bill took away the sheet wrapped around his arm, examined the wound, and said, "Well, whoever made it up will do us a good job tonight." The Death Eaters ran away when they saw it. One by one, they apparitioned, and we didn't have time to get close and lift the masks on their faces... However, we caught the Muggle Administrators and didn't let them fall to the ground. Now their memories are being modified. ”

"But I don't understand," Hermione asked, frowning, "what do the Mystic followers want to do, hang Muggles in mid-air, what's the point?"

"You don't have to do everything for a reason... It's like having fun. Roger took the question and raised an eyebrow triumphantly. This is a ready-made example, how many troubles in school are caused by his desire to have fun?

"Having fun?" Mr. Weasley chuckled dryly and said, "Roger is right, that's how they make fun." In the past, when Mysteries were in power, they killed half of Muggles for fun.

I'm guessing the Death Eaters, who escaped Azkaban by all means, were obviously a little drunk tonight, and after an attack on the Ministry of Magic, we can't help but be reminded that there are still many of them at large. ”

"Then they had a nice little party~" Roger interjected meaninglessly.

Hermione gave the boy a blank look and said slowly, "So, those Death Eaters and the people who conjure the markers are obviously not in the same group... Could the Ministry of Magic attack a few days ago have anything to do with them?"

"That's what we guessed, Hermione," said Mr. Weasley, "but I'll tell you... Only the Death Eaters know how to conjure that mark, if the Ministry of Magic attack really has to do with ...... Oh, listen, it's getting late, and if your mom hears about it, she's going to be terribly worried. We grabbed the time to get a few hours of sleep, then got the key to the house early, and got out of here. ”?

"But if they're Death Eaters, why do they apparilate at the sight of the Dark Mark?" Harry asked, as he climbed into bed, "They should be glad to see it." ”

"Think about it, Harry," said Roger, who stepped over the little savior's head and lay down on his top bunk:

"If they were really Death Eaters, after the Mystic lost power, they had done everything possible to avoid being imprisoned in Azkaban by making up all sorts of lies that the Mystic had forced them to kill and torture others in the first place. Do you think the mystery man will be happy with them when he returns? No, they're more afraid of seeing him come back than we do..."

"Okay, it's not too early, I'll talk about something tomorrow. Now, go to bed. Mr. Weasley said wearily and used his wand to extinguish the lights in the tent.