A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 574 God Bless Stark!

Extorting Malfoy is nothing compared to this.

Although William has no evidence, it is almost certain that he participated in the march.

It's impossible to get him into Azkaban.

He escaped punishment during the purge of Death Eaters back then, but now, without solid evidence, Fudge won't let his golden pig go in.

Since that's the case, William might as well cut off some flesh.

That way I'll feel better.

The Malfoys certainly don't lack good things, and neither do William and Galon; it's just icing on the cake.

But items crafted by fairies and rare spellbooks... are all welcome.

Some things can't be bought with money; frankly, it's about family background and resources.

William has already begun to build up the foundation for the Stark family.

One person asks for things without asking, while the other is truly willing to give.

It seems William underestimated Draco's importance in his father's heart.

Lucius risked his life to ensure his son's safety.

After all, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't have a second child, so Draco was the only son in the family.

We can't let it stop.

When William found Neville, the latter was gazing into the distance from the window. It wasn't until William sat down on the sofa that Neville snapped out of his reverie, pulled a stern face, and gave an apologetic smile.

However, his smile looked worse than a cry, his chubby face scrunched up.

William asked softly, "Why are you hiding here all by yourself? Are you feeling down?"

Neville hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and nodded.

He lowered his head and asked in a low voice, "Will those Death Eaters be released?"

"No," William shook his head. "We'll find the hostages and stop them, so no."

Neville visibly relaxed his breath, then said with a serious expression:

"Actually, deep down I really want them released... Bellatrix, Rodolphs, Rabastaan..."

Do you believe me, William? I'll kill these people sooner or later!

William gazed at the seemingly timid yet exceptionally Gryffindor boy before him and slowly said:

"Of course I believe you. If you ever want to do it, just let me know, and I'll be happy to keep watch for you."

Neville nodded vigorously.

Just then, Hermione appeared in the doorway. She breathed a sigh of relief and said urgently, "William, we've found them."

William stood up, patted Neville on the shoulder, and walked outside.

Even after William and Hermione had been gone for some time, Neville kept staring in the direction where they had disappeared.

……

Entering the room and sitting in a chair, William carefully examined the camp map.

Previously, in order to find Astoria, William cast a tracking spell and created a map of the entire camp.

At this moment, unexpectedly, it came in handy again... and very useful indeed.

During this time, Hermione, Fleur, Treyne, Cho... they had been searching for the names on the map.

The number of missing wizards is unknown, but at least a few names are known.

Hibiscus pointed to a spot, and William glanced over.

In a private box in the stadium, dozens of people were crammed together.

William quickly spotted a familiar name among the overlapping names:

Harry, Ron, Malfoy... and even... Barty Crouch.

Was Crouch arrested too?

Speaking of which, Crouch did indeed miss tonight's final.

But now that we've found the location, things are much easier.

……

It was pitch black all around.

Sitting on the stadium steps, Barty Crouch Jr. looked up at the sky, a smug smile playing on his lips.

Not long ago, there was a green glow there, but it has now disappeared.

Three dark magic marks appeared in the sky, something Little Barty hadn't expected.

It seems he's not the only one who wants to do something big.

interesting,

Interesting.

Barty Crouch Jr. had never been happier.

That fire was really timely.

Otherwise, he doesn't know how many more years it would take before he could seize the opportunity to break free from the Soul-Stealing Curse and escape his father's imprisonment.

Little Barty, who escaped, had only one thought in mind... to find his master.

Before finding it, you'll definitely need help.

Those companions who went into Azkaban with him back then were undoubtedly his master's most loyal servants.

The first step is to rescue these people.

It was completely impossible for him to break into Azkaban single-handedly, nor did he have the ability to do so.

They must coerce the Ministry of Magic into releasing the person.

So he came up with this hostage plan.

Using the Invisibility Cloak and Malfoy's wand, carrying out a kidnapping plan in a chaotic camp... wasn't too difficult for him.

Although some unexpected things did happen along the way, such as the Greengrass girl; and tonight's sudden mascot attack...

Fortunately, these unexpected events did not stop his final plan.

Perhaps the Ministry of Magic officials are still at a loss, or secretly searching for hostages in the camp.

But he... had actually already moved to an empty stadium.

The journey has been long and arduous. The tragedy of many years ago... tonight we will begin anew with glory.

Little Barty chuckled to himself. He was actually quite excited, his hands trembling with excitement.

Who can stop me now?!

Haw!

The door to the private room behind us was suddenly opened.

He suddenly turned his head, opened his eyes wide, and glared at them.

But there was no one in sight.

He suddenly realized that someone had used a powerful illusion spell, or, like him, was wearing an invisibility cloak.

Barty Crouch Jr. suppressed his horror. He didn't know who it was, nor cared who it was, and raised his wand, shouting towards the box, "Avada Kedavra!"

The green light flashed by and hit the wall.

Little Barty knew he'd been tricked; no one had ever passed through, the door had been magically opened, just to attract his attention.

Both the spell and the sound revealed his location.

Little Barty instinctively dodged backward, and the floor beneath his feet suddenly cracked open.

He raised his hand to touch his head; his hand was covered in blood. His right ear had been severed by that beam of light.

He was somewhat frightened.

Since I was wearing an invisibility cloak and the opponent attacked suddenly, the spell must have gone slightly off track.

Otherwise, his head would have fallen to the ground and rolled by now.

He raised his wand, unleashing another burst of green light, and simultaneously ran to the side.

The death curse failed as expected; the opponent had already moved aside.

Now, since no one knows the other's location, they have to rely on this method to guess each other's positions, make spiral movements, and predict in advance.

Unfortunately, it seems that Barty's luck has run out. His opponent actually predicted that he would move to the right.

A thick, snow-white beam of light shot past and landed on his chest. His invisibility cloak was tattered, and his chest was a bloody mess, with some areas so deep that bone was visible.

Little Barty swallowed a mouthful of blood, ripped off the tattered invisibility cloak, and flung it to the ground to one side, making a soft thud as it landed.

The stadium was too dark, and the opponent was misled by the sound, so another spell was thrown towards the direction of the invisibility cloak.

Little Barty glared hatefully at the air. Not only was he outmatched, but what was most frustrating was that he had no idea who his opponent was!

But he still had his rationality. He shot a ball of fire into the private room and didn't dare to linger for a moment before he began to Apparate.

William did not give chase, but instead rushed towards the private room.

If all these people have been burned to death, there is no point in capturing them.

……

Harry woke up in the dark with a headache.

He remembered the attack on the camp, and Mr. Weasley ordering them to rush into the woods.

But Ron tripped and fell, and the two of them were separated from the main group.

Then Malfoy arrived, mocking him and telling him to be careful.

Seeing that Malfoy was alone, Harry and Ron decided to mess with him and teach him a lesson about the harsh realities of society.

Malfoy was no match for the two of them, and Harry quickly mounted him, ready to unleash a Phase Rush.

But then a green skull appeared in the sky, and he was knocked unconscious.

Where is this place?

Where am i?

Wherever he was, it was pitch black. A deep, cavernous darkness, a deathly silence.

He tried to move his arms, but found that all four limbs were tightly bound, and he could not move his body at all.

Harry felt like he was tied to a pillar, facing the side of the pillar.

Unable to move, he could only stick out his tongue and tentatively reach forward, eventually licking a smooth object.

He changed direction again, this time to a rough object with many pits and bumps.

Just then, a beam of green light suddenly shone in from outside.

Harry was so frightened that his hair stood on end.

He recognized that green light; it was Avada Kedavra!

Fortunately, the Death Curse only grazed his cheek before hitting the wall.

That was close!

Wait... that fleeting glimpse of light brought only a brief moment of illumination, but it also made him realize what he had just been licking.

He, Ron, and Malfoy... the three of them were tied together face to face.

Smooth was... Malfoy's cheek.

What's rough around the edges is... the freckles on Ron's face.

For a moment, Harry felt like vomiting. But he still licked it with relish for a while.

Everyone is good.

Help me!

Soon, the sound of fighting came from outside. Harry's hope was rekindled.

But his excitement quickly faded when a ball of fire was flung in and landed on his backside.

"..."

Then, a scene he would never forget appeared.

A wizard walked in, carrying something that looked like a lighter and emitted a faint glow.

He pressed it gently, and with a 'click' sound, the flames floated to the wall, illuminating the room in broad daylight.

In an instant, not only Harry... but also Krum, who had just woken up... and dozens of other kidnapped people, all saw the young wizard slowly walking towards them.

The light inside the room made his handsome face shine.

Her white moonlight...

The word inexplicably popped into the mind of a young witch.

……

"Minister Fudge, how is the Ministry of Magic planning to deal with the kidnappers' demands... You're not really planning to release the Death Eaters, are you?"

"Minister, do you think this attack means that the Ministry of Magic has lost control of the situation?"

As soon as Fudge showed his face, a group of reporters surrounded him.

"Those who know, know; those who don't, won't understand even if I explain. Don't ask, because the interests involved are too great, and explaining won't do you any good. I can only say that the waters run deep, so all I can say is that those who know, know; and those who don't, there's nothing I can do."

"If you ask again, I can only answer with 'no comment'..." Fudge replied evasively.

Just then, Kingsley appeared in phantom form. He walked to the minister's side, lowered his head, and whispered a few words to him.

Confusion, shock, ecstasy, a mix of emotions.

In an instant, countless expressions appeared on Fudge's face.

He suddenly grabbed the reporter's microphone and shouted:

"The hostages are safe; they were just rescued by William Stark!"

Oh, Merlin!

God bless England

God bless Stark!

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