Twilight is missing, which is pretty much the worst of all the circumstances.

In other words, Barty Crouch Jr. has indeed changed.

It is possible that Barty Crouch Sr. found out that his son was at risk of getting out of control and did not hesitate to erase the stain on the family.

By the way, let the house-elf who has been maintaining little Barty and can't tell his own position disappear.

But there's also the possibility that Barty Jr. is out of control. And what about Barty Sr.'s position?

Not far away, the Weasleys' tent shook, and Mr. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie ran out one after another, looking around blankly.

Zhang Xiao pondered for a while and then made a decision:

"Twinkle is missing - not sure if she's dead yet, rain, let the elves pay attention to it, and report it immediately if there is any clue about Twinkle."

Yushui nodded heavily, even he heard the solemnity in Zhang Xiao's voice at this moment, and said loudly:

"The rain knows!"

Zhang Xiao let go of his hand, took a step forward, and fell straight from a height of dozens of meters, but when he approached the ground, he landed gently like a feather.

He shook his robe, flipped his wrist, and his wand disappeared, and then he took a step and walked towards the tent.

The Weasleys' tent was close to the edge of the camp, and the riots in the center of the camp had been ruthlessly suppressed shortly after they had begun.

So apart from the screams and the explosions, Harry had no idea what was going on.

He could only stand at the door of the tent, clutching his wand, and looking around nervously and blankly, trying to figure out what was going on.

When they saw Zhang Xiao coming from the woods, several people immediately greeted him and raised their own questions:

"Zhang, what's going on?"

"We heard screams and crying!"

"Someone else ran into the woods screaming, and they were in their pajamas."

"There seems to be a fire in the middle of the camp—"

"Someone said the Death Eaters attacked the camp!"

"Dad told us to be careful, and he said he was going to keep order."

The chaotic sound sounded together, making people's heads a little big, Zhang Xiao stretched out his hand to stop everyone's questioning:

"It's nothing, a farce, it's settled, it's just that some people are making trouble, I guess tomorrow's Daily Prophet should be raised."

"Farce?"

Zhang Xiao nodded, it's really a farce, the reaction speed of the Ministry of Magic is too fast, a little faster - a little beyond common sense.

Generally speaking, it takes time to discover the riots, determine the source of the riots, assemble the manpower, give orders, and coordinate the order.

But the Ministry of Magic didn't, and the reaction was unrealistically fast, as if they were ready for a riot.

Interesting!

"So it's nothing, go back to sleep!"

After only a few hours of sleep, Mr. Weasley woke them up.

He magically put the tent away in his backpack, and they left the camp as quickly as they could, seeing Mr. Roberts standing in the doorway of his little stone house.

"Alas—they were tortured enough that even the Oblivion Spell couldn't completely dispel the horrors of that night."

Mr. Weasley sighed as they strode towards the swamp as Mr. Roberts waved behind them, looking strange and dazed, and shouting "Merry Christmas." ”

Everyone's hearts were uncomfortable, and they walked in silence with their heads down.

"Those people will be severely punished by the law, and torturing Muggles is a felony!"

Hermione bit her lip and said sullenly, not knowing whether to tell it to others or to herself.

"Yes, Susan (Director of the Law Enforcement of Magic) is a selfless man."

Mr. Weasley spoke briefly, and then continued in silence.

As they approached the place where the key was kept, they heard a great crowd shouting eagerly;

A little further on, they found that a large group of wizards had surrounded Basil, the keeper of the portkey, clamoring to get out of the camp as soon as possible.

Mr. Weasley and Basil discussed it in a few words, and they all stood in the line, and finally received an old tire before the sun had risen, and it was time to return to Weasel Mountain.

In the twilight of dawn, they walked through the village of Autrie-St. Cachpole and along the wet path towards the Burrow. Along the way, everyone rarely spoke, because they were all so tired that they just wanted to eat breakfast quickly.

He had just turned a corner when he saw Mrs. Weasley, who was standing on the path with a newspaper in her hand.

Seeing that everyone had returned in good condition, Mrs. Weasley let out a long sigh of relief and walked over and hugged her husband:

"Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!"

She shook the newspaper: "The Daily Prophet says that there was a riot in the camp, provoked by the Death Eaters, and the suppression was so timely that the people should not worry, but I heard that there was a lot of chaos. ”

"It's nothing, Molly, you see we're all doing well." Mr. Weasley patted his wife on the back and said gently.

Zhang Xiao stepped forward to take the "Prophet Daily", and the surrounding little wizards immediately surrounded him.

"The Death Eaters are back alive, and the Ministry of Magic is reacting quickly." Harry frowned and whispered the newspaper headline.

Hermione continued:

While the Death Eaters tried to stir up a riot at the Quidditch World Cup camp, the Ministry of Magic showed its prowess under the leadership of Minister Barty Crouch.

They arrived at the scene just a few minutes after the riot and successfully quelled the riot.

It is said that about 20 people were involved in the riot, and the Ministry of Magic will give a fair trial."

Below is a huge photograph of Crouch, with a resolute expression, waving his fists, looking very powerful, and a line of small print underneath the photo.

"Minister Crouch speaks: We will not give in and fight the mystery man to the end!"

"Hehe, it's just a political show." Malfoy pursed his lips disdainfully, scoffing at these things since he met Zhang.

Ron scratched his head and said, "I think it's okay, you see, at least everyone's evaluation is good, if Minister Crouch can really hold on - I mean having the Ministry of Magic against the Mystics is better than just Dumbledled." ”

Zhang Xiao nodded, that's right, even if it's just for show, it's better than doing nothing.

Don't want to! Have breakfast and get some sleep!

Harry took the newspaper and looked at the small photograph in the corner, which was of the camp's Muggle caretaker's family floating in the air tormented by the Psychic Curse.

His heart pounded, and he inexplicably thought of Penny and Dudley, who were also suffering from the Soul Curse in the church.

With tears in her eyes, Penny tried to touch the scars on Dudley's face, but shrank back when she saw the horrible bruising and swelling.

She trembled and said, "No. Isn't it a school event? Why is this happening? ”

Dudley, half of his face was swollen, lowered his head and quietly pulled his sleeve, gathering more scars on his body.

Pretending to be hungry, he gobbled down the pie and said vaguely:

"Mom, I'm in boxing training, it's fine, it's just scary to watch."

"But—" Petunia was about to say something, but Dudley wiped his mouth, picked up his bag, and ran away.

"I'm going to go to training, let's go, Mom!"

Penny watched Dudley's figure disappear out the door, her lips twitched twice, and she put down her knife and fork, dazed.

Dudley rubbed his cheek on the side of the road outside the door, inhaling in pain, ignoring the strange gazes of passers-by, and hurried towards Smetin.

When he reached the door of the familiar chapel, Dudley's heart instinctively welled up with a sense of fear.

He touched the scars on his face, gritted his teeth, pushed open the door and walked in.

In the secret basement of the church, six torches lit the flame of light blaze, illuminating the otherwise dim space as if it were day.

Edward lay in his rocking chair as if asleep, and Dudley carefully lowered his bag and picked up a vest from the corner.

The waistcoat that looked light and fluttering was when Kodli took it, but the muscles in his arms were tense.

He struggled to put on this heavy vest, and when he touched the wound, he inevitably bared his teeth and inhaled cold air.

But even then he didn't dare to make a sound, lest he wake up the demon in Armani.

Yes, demons, it only took less than half a month for Edward to successfully change his image from a handsome and mysterious handsome uncle to a suspected demon.

The rest of the time was just for Dudley to be sure.

"You're here? Five minutes late, you know the rules-"

Edward opened his eyes and saw that Dudley had put on his overweight waistcoat, and raised an eyebrow: "Yes, it seems that you do understand." ”

Dudley looked at the old man in front of him, thinking of his dark weight loss training, anti-hitting training, and fighting training......

"Squat frog jumps, 50, I know."

With a low grunt, Dudley began punitive training with his hands behind his back.

The action is so standard that I can't find the slightest mistake, it's not that I don't want to, I really don't dare to be sloppy, and I start from scratch when I am found faulty, who can stand it?

By the time the fifty squat frog jumps were finished, Dudley's whole body was as if he had just been fished out of the water, sweat dripping down his jaw, and after a while, there was a large puddle of water stains under his feet.

"Edward. I. I'm all right."

Dudley staggered to his feet, feeling that his legs were no longer his own, and he felt dizzy and his eyes were white.

"Drink it!" Edward walked over at some point, holding a crystal bottle in his hand.

Inside, it's as brilliant as liquid gold.

"What is this?"

Dudley shook his head, feeling a little more comfortable, took the crystal bottle, and looked at it curiously.

"Holy medicine." Edward shrugged his shoulders: "Child, we can't just let you fight against evil heresy, that will undoubtedly send you to death, the holy medicine can improve your body, so don't die so quickly." ”

Well, Dudley frowned and looked at it for a moment, but still tilted his head and drank it.

A very spicy smell rushed to his mouth and nose, and Dudley dropped the bottle, grabbed his throat and coughed violently, as if he heard his heart pounding violently.

It seems that he can jump out of his chest at any time, and his eyes are blood-red.

Edward squinted expectantly as Dudley's exposed skin turned red, and then the cyan veins burst out, and golden streamers scurried through the veins.

"Come on, boy, you can do it, after all, you've even survived hell training." Edward muttered.

Then the light disappeared, and Dudley put down his hand in amazement, and slowly stood up, he looked at his hands in disbelief, and felt the infinite power surging in his body.

Even the vest that had not yet been taken off had lost its weight.

"What's going on?" He tried to clench his fist, and the strength came naturally.

"I've told you, it's a holy medicine - some people in ancient times called it a trial, and if you can't pass the test, you will-"

Edward's five fingers were pinched together, and then he opened them suddenly: "Bang! ”

Dudley's eyes widened, his eyes reddened, and a wave of fear welled up in his heart, but he didn't wait for him to attack.

Edward frowned again and said, "What are you thinking?" Why is it called Elixir instead of Trials now? Because it's safe, idiot! ”

Yes? Be. Is that so?

Dudley's anger quickly vanished again, and he scratched his head, stood in front of Edward, and muttered:

"Okay, what are we training for today?"

"Don't rush yet, let's test it." Edward rubbed his hands together and pulled out his notebook: "Let's test speed first, then strength, reflexes"

"Something is wrong—" Edward stared at the notebook in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed tightly, Dudley stuck his head over and asked curiously, "What's wrong?" Isn't it stronger than you think? ”

Bullshit beyond imagination! Edward rolled his eyes covertly, almost scratching his head, the current Dudley is undoubtedly the top physical quality of the human race in every way.

It's been strengthened – but the problem is that the same elixir is at least twice as effective on everyone else as Dudley! Good even double!

This. It's not the light! But the holy medicine did work again, and so far, the holy medicine has maintained a dazzling record.

This little potion is already the last glory of the church.

"Smack!" Edward closed the notebook and let out a long sigh, if he didn't understand, he didn't want to.

He tossed the notebook aside and rolled up his sleeves.

"It's time to get out of rigid training and let's play something new today."

Edward came to something covered in a white cloth, his gaze sharpened.

"Dudley, do you know how fast those evil wizards can cast spells?"

He jerked off the white cloth, revealing a strange-looking machine with a muffled 'buzz' sound.

A black shadow flew straight into Dudley's face with a sharp 'boom' sound.

In this moment, Dudley felt as if everything had slowed down, and he instinctively turned his head, only to feel that the broken hair in his ears was lifted by the wave of qi brought up by the black shadow.

Edward smiled and held up a finger:

"Kid, it's that fast."

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1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

(End of chapter)