Hogwarts: I'm Harry's older cousin

Chapter 258, Section 256: The Wise and Powerful Minister Fudge Remains Calm in the Face of the Attack.

In a small forest near the Quidditch World Cup camp, several wizards are arguing.

"Didn't you promise me you'd only create chaos?"

The wizard, with his long, light-gold hair, kept his voice as low as possible, his tone revealing great dissatisfaction.

Seeing the chaotic state of the camp, Lucius even felt like swearing.

"Why did you use that spell? Do you know the consequences? If the Ministry of Magic finds out, we're all finished. Sending us to Azkaban would be the lightest punishment."

However, before he could finish speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the other party.

"Lucius, so what if the incompetent Ministry of Magic finds out?"

The man standing opposite Lucius remained perfectly calm.

"It's not like it was more than ten years ago now."

Lucius felt like his lungs were about to explode with anger. Why couldn't they listen to him properly?

The Ministry of Magic may be incompetent, but it remains the largest and most orthodox wizarding organization in all of England, boasting countless outstanding talents.

So what if the incompetent Ministry of Magic finds out?

He can send you straight to Azkaban, where you will be accompanied by despair and darkness for all eternity.

"Lucius, don't tell me you didn't have a premonition."

The man standing opposite Lucius pointed to his left arm: "Our king has returned; he is calling us."

"Your previous actions have seriously violated the Dark Lord's wishes. If you don't want to be directly regarded as a traitor, you should obediently follow us. You should know what the consequences of being a traitor are."

The threat in the man's tone was self-evident.

Those who betray the Death Eaters will suffer a torment worse than death.

Lucius's face turned ashen, but he dared not say anything more, because what the other party said was true, all signs indicated that the person who had been missing for almost thirteen years was really coming.

The Dark Lord is coming back!

Seeing Lucius back down, the man nodded.

"This is just an appetizer; we need to gather more companions."

"Lucius, as the Dark Lord's most trusted servant, this task will be carried out by you."

Upon hearing this, Lucius's expression turned even uglier, but a strange glint flashed in his eyes.

Everything that is happening now has come true, just as that person predicted.

The Quidditch World Cup final.

The Dark Mark that had baffled and troubled countless elites of the Ministry of Magic, leaving them no choice but to let it dissipate on its own, was now cleaved in two by that gleaming golden sword that resembled Gryffindor's, and quickly vanished.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't the sword in the sky that dispelled the Dark Mark.

That was just a facade; what truly eliminated it was Dudley's subtle snap of his fingers as he waved his wand.

To be more precise, it is alchemy.

After experiencing the Black Mark incident, many wizards broke out in a cold sweat. The alcohol evaporated with their sweat, and they became much more sober.

So the first thing they had to do was escape.

"Leave them alive. Don't let a single one escape."

Dali said coldly, "We can't let them escape. Since they're already here, let them all stay."

With a wave of his hand, an invisible, transparent barrier blocked the wizards' path.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the wizards led by Carlo used their superhuman magical abilities to defeat these wizards.

They were all captured shortly afterward.

Thirty-eight. Not counting the one in the woods, there were a total of thirty-eight wizards involved in the disturbance and destruction.

To put it bluntly, it's a huge irony that thirty-eight wizards forced one hundred thousand wizards to flee in disarray.

In Dudley's eyes, these wizards were a rabble, and the rest were even worse than a rabble.

"What's going on? My goodness, Mr. Dursley, what on earth happened here?"

Just like in all stories, the guardians of justice always arrive at the last moment.

Led by Ron, the Ministry of Magic members, headed by Fudge, finally arrived late.

Seeing the camp in ruins and the masked wizards lying on the ground, I was a little dumbfounded.

The Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors behind them were even more tense. They had clearly seen the Dark Mark appear in the sky. Although it was only a fleeting moment before being shattered by a golden greatsword, its appearance was undeniable.

After briefly explaining what had happened to Fudge, the Minister of Magic's face darkened visibly.

Torture Muggles, incite riots, destroy camps, attack wizards, and summon the Dark Mark.

The worst part is that he was almost implicated!

If it weren't for the help of Veronica, the youngest son of the Arthur family, he might have been burned to a crisp.

And that's not all. The Quidditch World Cup is being held in England, and now it's turned out like this. He can already imagine the front page headlines of tomorrow's Daily Prophet. The English Ministry of Magic will become a laughing stock, and he, as the minister, will bear the brunt of it.

There's no way to shift the blame; it's because he was here yesterday and 100,000 wizards saw it.

If you can't shift the blame, then severely punish the criminals!

Whoever it is, I will make them pay the price!

Fudge glanced at the dozens of captured wizards and thought angrily.

Being stupid and mediocre doesn't mean he has no temper.

This guy not only has a bad temper, but he also has a terrible one. When he gets angry, he'll even argue with Dumbledore.

"Minister Fouché, I think we should first hold the culprit accountable."

"Mr. Dursley is right."

"Let us reveal the face of the heinous person who summoned the 'Black Mark'."

Upon hearing Dudley's words, Fudge echoed them repeatedly, his fawning manner bordering on groveling.

Fudge didn't care what the Ministry of Magic officials behind him thought; he only wanted to maintain his public support, keep his position as Minister of Magic, and preserve his power.

"If Mr. Dursley hadn't been here today, there would have been absolutely no way to salvage the situation."

Fudge's already limited brain was working at lightning speed.

We must seize the credit for capturing the ringleader and accomplices.

Mr. Dursley will definitely help me; we are allies!

Well, the wise and capable Minister Fudge remained calm and composed in the face of the sudden attack, and directed the Aurors to capture the criminals one by one.

Ignoring Fudge's wandering thoughts, Dudley pointed his wand at the one in the woods who had been petrified by the spell and summoned the Dark Mark.

At that moment, he was as quiet as a dead mouse.

"The fireflies are twinkling."

Dudley did not use illumination magic, but instead used the most basic illumination magic in the wizarding world.

A tiny glimmer of light emerged from the tip of the wand, gradually rising into the air and then instantly growing larger, emitting a faint glow that illuminated the entire forest and revealed the person's appearance.

Fudge froze on the spot after seeing the man's true face.

Behind him, the people from the Ministry of Magic also craned their necks to look in that direction.

Then, like Fudge, they all wore expressions of astonishment.

How could it be him?!

Because this person was none other than Barty Crouch, who was supposed to be traveling with them but had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)