After a brief period of silence, countless low voices and whispers echoed across the vast wilderness.
Although they were surprised, none of the British wizards shouted loudly, as if there was an inexplicable force grabbing their throats.
It is difficult for people who have not experienced it to understand the impact that turbulent dark age had on British wizards.
For example, the Romanians here.
"Hey guys, what's going on? I remember that mark belonged to a group of villains from earlier years, what was it called? Voldemort?"
Looking at the British Auror next to him who had been extremely brave when facing the dangerous Li Huo, but now shrank like a quail when he saw a mark, Dunov expressed his confusion.
In particular, although this situation is not absolute, there are many of them when he looks around. Dunov's heart is even weirder. What happened to these always arrogant British guys?
"No! Don't say that name..."
Fudge on the side screamed almost like a scream, his hoarse voice was completely different from usual, and his timid and shrinking appearance made Dunov couldn't help but want to ridicule, but when he took into account the performances of other British wizards,
When I saw it, I immediately gave up this plan.
Among the crowd of mainly Aurors around, some were shrunk and uneasy, some had wandering eyes, pretending to be meaningless, and some were holding on to their strength, guarding against possible risks. Even those who showed the most courageous expressions were confused.
Extremely solemn.
Dunov is not an idiot. Voldemort can make the British wizards behave abnormally. Obviously, the clown who occasionally appears in the chats of wizards from other countries is definitely not his true face.
"I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon. Are you okay? Mr. Dunov."
Just when Dunov was planning to order the re-collection of information about Voldemort after returning home, a voice that he had only remembered today sounded beside him.
"Thank you for your concern, I'm fine, Professor Scamander, this...?"
When he heard Aini's voice, O'Balenstein subconsciously showed a smile. Although they had known each other for a short time, this young man who was not much older than his daughter, but was polite in conversation and well behaved, left a very deep impression on him.
good impression.
However, the "thing" in the other person's hand made him a little confused. It seemed to be...a house elf?
"This is the guy who just cast the Dark Mark. I caught him just now while you were suppressing Li Huo."
Aini raised his hand, revealing his elf appearance.
"Winky? Yes, it's Winky from the Crouch family."
Scrimgeour, who came over upon discovering Ani's appearance, recognized the identity of the elf at a glance. They were both hardliners. He used to have a fairly good relationship with Old Crouch and recognized each other's house elves.
"Hello, Mr. Scamander, can you hand this elf over to the Ministry of Magic?"
As the head of the armed force organization, Scrimgeour has always maintained respect for power, so he speaks very politely.
"Of course, I believe the Auror Office will give you a satisfactory answer soon."
Ani carried the Winky out with the intention of throwing it to the Ministry of Magic, and happily handed it to the Auror who came forward.
"Thank you for your support of our work. The Auror Office will notify you immediately after the results come out."
Scrimgeour understood the hidden meaning in Aini's words and responded unambiguously——
Scrimgeour would do this even without Ani's request, it is also in his interests.
Taking Winky, Scrimgeour greeted Aini and took two steps back before turning around to deal with the next matter.
When Scrimgeour faced Fudge, he glanced at him seemingly casually, but this light look made Fudge feel cold all over.
"No, everything is just his empty talk. Who can prove that it was the Dark Mark cast by this elf? We all saw that the guy has been swallowed up by the fire, Scrimgeour, I..."
Fudge's words were hurried but weak. He seemed to see himself leaving the Ministry of Magic with the box in his hands, and there was another person sitting in the minister's office.
"I declare that the Auror Office has entered emergency procedures and everyone has entered combat readiness!"
Scrimgeour raised his head and shouted, choking back the rest of Fudge's words. If those scum in the dark want to raise their heads again, then let's fight. He will never compromise.
Amidst the man's lion-like roar, the flashing eyes of the surrounding Aurors became firm. These guardians who have been fighting dark wizards all year round do not lack courage. All they need is the inspiration of a strong leader.
Maybe Scrimgeour has shortcomings of one kind or another, but in many cases as long as someone takes the lead, the situation will be much better than always pushing back and compromising.
On the other side, Fudge took two steps back and fell against a skewed tent. The minister, who used to attract everyone's attention, now single-handedly turned this bright place into a corner that no one cares about.
None of the Aurors who came and went greeted him, their eyes were full of contempt.
Fudge's hectic struggle before seemed extremely ridiculous to them. Obtaining intelligence was the basic skill of Aurors. As long as they got the Winky, it wouldn't take long for the professionals in the office to get everything they wanted to know from its brain.
.
A great wizard would deceive them with lies that could be easily exposed?
hehe!
Seeing his subordinates taking Winky away, Scrimgeour wanted to follow him very much, but after glancing at Fudge who was standing aside blankly, he had no choice but to give up the idea.
Frankly speaking, this director, who has been fighting dark wizards all year round, is not a political star, and he is not very good at welcoming people and sending them off.
But some things always need people to do it. Since Fudge seemed to have no intention of fulfilling the minister's accusations, as the highest-ranking holder among the rest of the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour could only bite the bullet and negotiate with Dunoff despite his reluctance.
Negotiate.
This is undoubtedly a hard job. No matter where the source comes from, the attack on the Bulgarian Quidditch team is their unshirkable responsibility.
Minister Dunov is a sensible person, but he is also the leader of a force and the "brother" of the attacked Bulgarian players. He will not let compensation and benefits slip away.
When the two of them stood on their side and argued their arguments, Fudge's scattered eyes flashed quickly, his flabby waist suddenly straightened, and he quietly walked away and disappeared from people's sight.
Aini, who stood quietly aside, had a panoramic view of the performances of all parties.
He did not join the circle of Aurors, did not participate in the tug-of-war between Dunoff and Scrimgeour, and did not step forward to stop Fudge who was eager to save himself...
Everything is as expected, so let the curse fly for a while longer.