"You said you lost your wand?"

Harry's voice wasn't small, so everyone present heard it.

Mr. Diggory's eyes widened as a result, and he repeated suspiciously, "You lost it?" Are you confessing? After you conjured the marker, you threw away your wand? ”

"Oh, Amos, think about who you're talking to!" Mr. Weasley was very angry and said, "Do you think Harry Potter will conjure the Dark Mark?" ”

"It's-" Mr. Diggory muttered vaguely, "of course not, I'm sorry...... I was dizzy......"

Clark noticed that Mr. Crouch was standing aside without saying a word, and he didn't mean to speak.

Maybe he wanted to use this to cause some trouble for Sirius and give Fudge some eye medicine.

But now Crouch, who has shot himself in the foot, just wants to end this farce quickly.

"I didn't throw it there," Harry explained there, "and as soon as we walked into the woods, my wand was gone. ”

"So," said Mr. Diggory, turning his gaze again to the sparkle curled up at his feet, "Leprechaun, you found this wand, didn't you?" You pick it up and think 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 nose like streams, "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! ”

However, Mr. Diggory didn't seem to believe what she said, and as an employee of the Department of Magical Beasts Management and Control, he had a natural sense of superiority over these house-elves.

"Well, we'll find out soon, there's an easy way to spot the last spell on the wand, elf, you know?"

Twinkle trembled with fright and shook her head desperately, her ears fluttering.

Mr. Diggory raised his wand and docked it with Harry's.

"Flashback Pre-Spell!"

As the spell took effect, a fist-sized skull spitting a snake letter emerged from where the two wands met.

"Disappear!" Mr. Diggory waved his hand, and the skull dissolved into a puff of smoke and vanished.

"What do you say?"

Mr. Diggory looked at the sparkle at his feet, a smug look on his face.

"It's not me!" A trembling sparkling scream, 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 didn't fiddle with my wand, I don't know how! ”

"You've been caught red-handed, goblin!" Mr. Diggory roared, "I was caught with this wand of crime!" ”

"Mr. Diggory," Clarke, who had been standing silent, began, "I don't think it could be this house-elf, you think there are very few wizards who can cast that spell...... Where did she learn it? ”

"Maybe some people are hinting at something," Crouch, who had not intended to speak, had to speak, and now there was a cold anger in every syllable, "suggesting that I regularly teach my servants to become dark marks?" ”

The whole clearing fell into a very oppressive silence in an instant, and Mr. Diggory, as if frightened by his words, quickly explained: "Mr. Crouch...... No...... Definitely not ......"

"That's not for sure," Crouch said, with a chill in his words, "just because you don't mean it doesn't mean it." ”

"From just now until now, you have accused the two people in this clearing with almost obvious words, and they are the least likely to conjure up that mark!" Crouch roared, "Harry Potter - and me!" I guess you're familiar with this boy's background, Amos? ”

"Of course—everybody knows—" muttered Mr. Diggory, looking terrified.

"As for me, I'm sure you'll remember that over the course of my long career, there is plenty of evidence that I have always hated and hated the dark arts, and all those who play with them, don't you?" Mr. Crouch shouted, his eyes bulging again.

"Mr. Crouch, I-I have never hinted that you have anything to do with it!" Amos Diggory said aggrieved again, his face flushed from behind his brown beard.

But Crouch's eyes weren't looking at him, they were staring at Clark.

"When you accuse my elf, you're accusing me, otherwise where would she learn to do this magic?"

However, Clark remained calm under Crouch's gaze, and even glared back unceremoniously.

The two sides looked at each other, their eyes like swords of substance, colliding with each other, bursting out invisible sparks.

Soon, however, this close confrontation became one-sided with Clark's words.

"We really don't know how she learned the Dark Mark, but I remember that apart from Mr. Crouch, there really seemed to be one person in your family who knew how to conjure the Dark Mark at the beginning, didn't he?"

Some of the new Ministry of Magic wizards didn't understand what Clark meant by this, but the older ones looked at Clark in shock.

You know, his son was a Death Eater, and he was sent to Azkaban by his own hands, which is a scar that Crouch will never forget for the rest of his life.

But now the scar is being uncovered by a child, and the bloody past is exposed.

This also caused Crouch, who heard this, to have a chill in his eyes like a snow peak under the scorching sun, completely melting and collapsing.

Clark saw in his eyes first shock, grief, then realization, then fear, disbelief, but in the end it all turned into pleading.

I just don't know if this plea is from a father or a director.

Golden opportunity!

Clark didn't have time to care about Crouch's mental activity at the moment, he just took advantage of the other party's turmoil and inability to control himself, and stabbed Crouch's eyes with that sword-like gaze, which pierced deep into his heart, and planted a seed in the other party's heart.

And it all went so smoothly that everyone present, including Crouch, didn't notice it in the slightest.

They just saw that when Clark said those words, Crouch's face instantly turned pale, his lips and beard trembled slightly, and the whole person was instantly more than ten years older than before.

"That's enough, Clark!"

After seeing Crouch's miserable appearance, even Mr. Weasley felt that Clark's behavior of revealing people's scars was a bit aggressive.

After all, he is also the father of several children, and he can fully understand Mr. Crouch's mood at the moment.

If his children, such as George and Fred, were sent to Azkaban for their crimes, he would be as distressed as Barty Crouch.

Mr. Weasley, who thought of this, interrupted Clarke.

"She may have learned it somewhere else......" he turned kindly to the elf, a friendly smile on his face, "Twilight, 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'm ...... Picked it up there, sir......" she whispered, "there...... In the woods, sir......"

"Ah, obviously, the truth is revealed!"

Mr. Weasley seemed to see everything.

"The person who conjured the marker must have dropped Harry's wand and left when he was done. They did it so wisely that they didn't use their wands so that they wouldn't reveal themselves. Moments later, the hapless Twinkle stumbled upon the wand and picked it up. ”

Diggory wished that this was the case, and hurriedly followed Arthur Weasley's words, "So, she was only a few steps away from the real criminal?" Goblin, who do you see? ”

At Mr. Diggory's inquiry, he shivered even more than he had just done.

Her two-bulb-sized eyes looked at Mr. Diggory, then at Arthur Weasley, and finally landed on Mr. Crouch.

"I'm asking you, elf, who do you see?" Mr. Diggory asked again impatiently.

There was a battle between the heavens and the humans in her sparkling mind, and then she took a big breath, as if she had made up her mind, and said, "I don't see anyone, sir...... Not a single person ......"

Clark noticed that Twilight was saying this with the nail of his thumb pinching his index finger hard, as if it had taken a great deal of willpower to restrain himself.

To be honest, she's really not fit to tell a lie.

It's just that the wizards on the scene didn't seem to notice it, and they easily believed her.

So such a case related to the Dark Mark ended so hastily.

In the end, Twinkle pleaded bitterly, but was still expelled by Mr. Crouch.

Hermione was still a little indignant about this.

"She was terrified!" Hermione glared fiercely at Crouch who was far away, and said indignantly, "Those masked wizards have put people in the air, and it is understandable that she wants to escape, why blame her!" ”

"There's no way around that," Harry said, checking the wand that Mr. Diggory had given him, "isn't that often the case on Muggle television?" If something goes wrong, a subordinate has to come out and be fired! ”

"So Muggles do this kind of thing?" Mr. Weasley asked curiously, "I thought only wizards from the Ministry of Magic would do that." ”

"The weaknesses of human nature are always figured out, whether Muggles or wizards, the same!" Clark hit the nail on the head.

Harry nodded, but Hermione didn't.

"How could they do that to her!"

Hermione said angrily.

"Mr. Diggory has always called her 'Leprechaun...... And Mr. Crouch! He knew she didn't do it, but he still wanted to fire her! He didn't care how scared she was, how sad she was—he didn't even treat her as a human being! ”

"Well, she's not human," Ron said, "she's a house elf." ”

Hermione immediately turned to attack him, "But that doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings, Ron, they're too inhuman to do that-"

"Alright, Hermione," Clark gave her a hand, "it's not that simple about house-elves, you've studied the history of magic, and you should know that they are all descendants of the vanquished, former enemies of wizards. The wizards didn't exterminate them on the spot, they were already kind. ”

"But prisoners also have to talk about human rights!" Hermione retorted.

You know, she'd been listening to Clark all the time, which made Harry and Ron's eyes widen and they looked at them curiously.

"Hermione, I agree with you," Mr. Weasley said quickly, motioning for her to move on, "but now is not the time to discuss elven rights. I hope we get back to the tent as soon as possible. What happened to the others? ”

"We were separated from them in the dark." Ron said, "Daddy, why is everyone so nervous about that skeleton?" ”

"I'll explain it to you when I get back to the tent." Mr. Weasley said anxiously.

They made their way back to camp along the forest path, struggling through the crowd.

It was quiet now, there was no longer the shadow of the masked wizards, only a few destroyed tents still smoking.

Charlie stuck his head out of the Weasley tent.

"Dad, what's going on?" He shouted in the darkness, "Fred, George, and Ginny are back safely, but a few of them—"

"I brought them all back." Mr. Weasley said, stooping into the tent.

Clark and Harry followed suit.

Bill was sitting at the small table, Charlie and Percy were sitting next to him, and George, Fred, and Ginny seemed safe and sound, but they were all in shock.

"Did you catch them, Daddy?" Bill asked, "Those who conjure up the Dark Mark?" ”

"No," Mr. Weasley shook his head, "we found Barty Crouch's house-elf holding Harry's wand, but we don't know exactly who made the mark. ”

"What?" Bill and Charlie asked in unison.

"Harry's wand?" Fred said.

"Mr. Crouch's house-elves? That's impossible! Percy looked incredulous.

Mr. Weasley, with the help of Harry, Ron, and Sirius, told everyone exactly what was happening in the woods.

"Well, that's the way it is, so, can anyone explain what that skeleton is?"

Ron, who had said the last detail, asked impatiently.

"It didn't hurt anyone...... Why is everyone making such a fuss? ”

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