The fire burned brightly in the fireplace, filling the room with a gloomy red light.
The heat in the room was suffocating, and Minister Fudge anxiously walked around the closed window, pacing around and around, looking in the direction of the door every time he walked around.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Fudge stopped and shouted impatiently: "Come in!"
After the door was opened, a man with short gray hair walked in. He bowed slightly and said: "Mr. Minister."
"How's it going, Deluxe?" Fudge asked nervously: "Have you found Williamson, Eddie and Croub?"
"I was just in the Auror office and checked the Auror duty records." Deluxe reported:
"They left the Ministry of Magic three days ago, saying they found traces of Barty Crouch and went to investigate in northern Wales."
"Traces of Barty Crouch?" Fudge murmured gloomily, "He has died in Hogwarts, how could he appear in Wales!"
Delis was obviously taken aback. "Barty Crouch...he's dead?"
Fudge didn't answer. His eyes turned quickly, staring at Delis and said:
"John, you take a few Aurors to Wales immediately. You have to find them no matter what. You want to see them alive, and you want to see their corpses dead. Do you understand?
As long as you find them, I will promote you."
"Yes...yes!" Delis said excitedly.
"You should step back first," Fudge said.
Delis nodded and left, the door was closed again, Fudge slumped down on the chair and sighed deeply.
Williamson, Eddie and Crowber were all Aurors who Rove said were attacked when they went to Akazban.
According to him, they had been recruited by the Death Eaters a long time ago, and now that the incident has come to light, they must have run away.
Is their trip to Wales considered a runaway?
Fudge didn't know, he just hoped it was just a coincidence.
At this time, a green flame suddenly burst out in the fireplace, and Umbridge, wearing a dusty cloak, emerged from the flames and walked out of the fireplace.
When Fudge saw Umbridge coming back, he immediately picked up the wine glass from the table, filled it with mulled wine, handed it to her and said:
"Dolores, thank you for your hard work. Drink some wine and warm yourself up."
"Thank you, Mr. Minister." Umbridge whispered, took the glass, and took a sip.
"How is Azkaban?" Fudge asked impatiently.
After leaving Hogwarts, Fudge immediately ordered Umbridge to take the Aurors and rush to Azkaban overnight to verify what Rolf said.
"Those Death Eaters..." Umbridge sat on the chair, holding her wine glass tightly and said, "They are all still in Azkaban."
Fudge was stunned for a moment, then took a long breath and said excitedly: "I knew Crouch was lying... He must be lying... The Death Eaters did not escape from prison."
Fudge picked up the wine bottle on the table with trembling hands, yanked the cork open, and took a big sip of wine directly into the bottle without pouring it into the glass.
Umbridge looked at the excited Fudge with a strange expression. For a moment, she hesitated whether to tell him the truth.
But thinking about the two Aurors who were going to Azkaban together, she pondered for a moment and said honestly:
"Mr. Minister, although those Death Eaters are still in Azkaban, they are all... dead."
Fudge sprayed all the wine in his mouth onto Umbridge's face, causing him to choke and gasp.
Umbridge didn't bother to wipe off the sticky liquid on her face, patted Fudge on the back hard and said: "Minister, don't worry."
"Can I not be in a hurry?" Fudge grabbed Umbridge's hand tightly and asked, "Are they really going to die?"
"It's absolutely true, I saw the corpses of those Death Eaters with my own eyes in the mass graves behind Azkaban!" Umbridge said.
"How did you die?" Fudge asked in disbelief.
"The dementors did it," Umbridge said, "the dementors' food sources are all prisoners of Azkaban.
When they were eating, the Death Eaters couldn't hold on and died."
"Not just Death Eaters, many prisoners who have been imprisoned for more than ten years have died recently. I have interrogated several prisoners in the black cell, and they confirmed this statement."
Fudge fell silent. He vaguely felt something was wrong, but he reluctantly told himself that this was the truth and not to think too much about it.
After all, the other answer - what Rove and Dumbledore said - was a catastrophe for him, urging him to get off the stage immediately.
But he doesn't want to leave yet.
"So, there was no mass escape of Death Eaters." Fudge murmured, as if to convince himself: "Rolf and Dumbledore were both confused by Barty Crouch's false memory."
"That's right." Umbridge agreed: "The mysterious man has died a long time ago. How could he be inhabiting the body of a dementor and save the Death Eaters? What a nonsense!"
Fudge walked along the table and came to the window. He opened it.
At this time, the east was gradually whitening, and the first ray of dawn shone down, lingering on his face.
Fudge looked out the window, his tired face that had not slept all night flashing with struggle. Finally, as if he had convinced himself, he clenched a fist and said:
"Dolores."
Umbridge shuffled closer: "Minister?"
"Write to the Daily Prophet immediately." Fudge said:
"Let's just say that Barty Crouch is dead. The Death Eaters in Azkaban rioted last night and attempted to escape from prison collectively. Under my planning, they were all... killed!"
"If you send the fastest owl, we can still catch up with this morning's edition!"
"Yes, Mr. Minister!"
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The next morning, many Gryffindor and Ravenclaw students habitually came to the window after getting up, wanting to feel the first ray of sunshine in the morning.
When they opened the curtains and looked down from the tower, they suddenly discovered something extremely strange:
The Durmstrang magic ship, which had been docked in the Black Lake for almost a year, disappeared overnight.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the shore, there is a pile of charred shipwrecks, and wisps of black smoke and pure white ashes rise under the breeze.
The students who saw this scene were almost dumbfounded, and even had a crazy idea:
That pile of wreckage couldn't be the Durmstrang magic ship, could it?!
The news that Durmstrang's magic ship had become a wreck spread as quickly as possible. When the students arrived at the auditorium, almost everyone was discussing it.
There are even rumors that all Durmstrang’s students have been killed!
However, as Durmstrang's students arrived in the auditorium together, this rumor was disproven.
But they confirmed something else:
"The magic ship was indeed burned." Krum sat at the Slytherin table and said with a gloomy face: "A dark wizard used a fire curse on the ship last night..."
Hearing Krum's words, the entire auditorium suddenly fell silent. Many students who didn't know about Lihuo asked in a low voice. After understanding its terrifying power, they suddenly took a breath of air.
"You are so lucky that none of you have died." Draco Malfoy couldn't help but sigh.
"Actually, it has nothing to do with luck." Leonie supported her chin with one hand and said with lingering fear: "It was because someone saved us last night that we were lucky enough to survive."
As the girl spoke, she thought about the handsome young man who fell from the sky to help her block the mast last night, and her eyes were blurred for a moment.
"Someone saved you?" Marcus Flint couldn't help but ask: "Who?"
None of Durmstrang's students spoke. They searched around the auditorium as if looking for a savior.
This left the students at Hogwarts and Beauxbatons a little confused... Could it be that the rescuer was among them!
At this time, the door of the auditorium was pushed open, and Rolf walked in. Beside him were Shirley carrying a black suitcase, Hermione holding Crookshanks in her arms, and Fleur who was talking and laughing.
sisters……
The next scene shocked the students of Hogwarts and Beauxbatons.
All Durmstrang's wizards stood up in unison and bowed to them from afar.
