Homecoming from Hogwarts

Hermione pulled Ron and the frightened Lavender back a few steps, then pointed her wand at her throat and took a deep breath:

"Stop it, someone is holding Harry Potter hostage!"

All noise was silenced, and Hermione's ear-piercing screams made many people at the scene look painful.

Both the parade team and the suppressive strikers from the Ministry of Magic stood still as if they were petrified, staring at John and Harry in amazement.

"Say something, Harry!"

The scattered spell lights also dissipated, and John whispered in Harry's ear.

This must be the most humiliating moment of his life, Harry thought!
But in order to calm the dispute, Harry, with red cheeks, had to do as he was told.
"Ahem, ahem, I-I'm Harry Potter, help!"

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Ron covered his mouth to hold back a laugh, then tried to look nervous and sad under Hermione's powerful gaze.

Harry Potter?

It's that Harry Potter!
The batters looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"It is indeed Harry Potter. I saw his scar!"

"It's absolutely true. He and his two friends came to the Ministry for trial last month. I've seen their faces!"

The batters kept talking in low voices and gradually gathered together.

"Well done, John!"

The parade team also hurriedly 'huddled' behind John, and someone patted John on the shoulder and said.

They looked at John with admiration as he held the dagger to the boy's neck, and kept expressing their admiration for his alertness.

Without this trick, they would have surrendered.

However, there were also a number of villagers who looked at Harry being held hostage with uneasiness. This act of hostage-taking was undoubtedly extremely despicable.

However, in order to save their lives and gain the right to negotiate, they chose to remain silent.

"Let go of that child, if you don't want to be thrown into Avalon Prison with eight-eyed spiders!"

A striker glared at John hatefully and said.

"You should be ashamed of your behavior!"

Another striker spat on the ground.
"That kid defeated You-Know-Who for us. You're ruining everyone's future!"

Luna glanced around, waiting for these poor people affected by the war to make their demands. However, after she held Harry hostage, everyone seemed to treat her as the leader and waited for her to speak.

"We want to see Minister Bones, we want to see Mr. Blaine!"

Luna can only speak for them.

Followers gathered, and the bruised and battered marchers raised their hands to support Luna!
"We'd better think about it in advance. When the Minister of Magic and Professor Brain come, how should we explain it?"

Looking at the angry crowd, Ron's face was expressionless.
"Don't expect to threaten Professor Brain."

"He won't blame us."

Hermione's eyes jumped over the shoulders of the strikers, stared at Harry and John nervously, and said stubbornly.

Not to mention Harry Potter, any little wizard falling into the hands of these Squibs would be enough to make the strikers afraid to act rashly.

After a brief discussion, a man with a gloomy face rushed into the fireplace.

Then comes the waiting.

The two parties confronting each other on the drop-off platform were enduring and suppressing their emotions, and the air was like lead and mercury!
call--
About five minutes later, another group of people appeared.

The first person to walk out of the fireplace was a dark-skinned wizard leaning on a cane.

His face was solemn as he strode towards this side, while the group of people following him walked calmly with restrained eyes, and were obviously more elite than the strikers who had arrived ahead.

"Kingsley, you're out of the hospital!"

Hermione cried out in surprise, while Ron and Harry, who was hugged by Luna around the neck, all looked shocked.

This was the first time they had seen Kingsley since the war, when they had caught a glimpse of him at St. Mungo's.

Hermione ran to Kingsley quickly. She looked at his wooden leg and felt sad.

"How are you feeling now, Kingsley?"

Kingsley smiled lightly, then his face became serious, and he squinted his eyes and looked at it.

"Harry was held hostage. I'm really surprised. You were trained by Mr. Blaine, weren't you?"

"Oh--"

An unnatural look flashed across Hermione's face.
"We didn't expect that--" Hermione turned her head and saw that the fireplace had dimmed again, her brows furrowed.
"What's going on, Kingsley, Minister Bones doesn't want to communicate with the people?"

"Of course not—"

Kingsley made a gesture, and the elite Aurors behind him immediately took action.

They drove away the reporters who came close to take pictures, dispersed the dozens of attackers who had gathered together, surrounded the parade again, and isolated the onlookers further away.

"We have to ensure the safety of Minister Bones."

Kingsley said, then took a few steps forward, stared at John coldly, and raised his voice.

"I am Kingsley Shacklebolt, the head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic. Minister Bones will be here later, but you must ensure that Harry Potter is not harmed. Otherwise, the Ministry will no longer give you the opportunity for an equal dialogue."

"We had no intention of harming the child--"

Luna can only continue to act.

“We just want to protect our rights.”

"very good--"

Kingsley nodded grimly.

"Minister Bones will respond to your reasonable demands. I implore you to remain calm during the negotiation process to prevent the Aurors from misjudging the situation and causing unpredictable consequences!"

Luna turned her head and saw her companions behind her nodding, most of them with fear on their faces.

"Then please ask Minister Bones or Mr. Blaine to come forward. In short, we need to talk to the adults who can solve our problems!"

Luna yelled.

"She should come to Gryffindor, shouldn't she?"

Lavender heard the conversation between Harry and the others, and she looked at Luna in awe.

Kingsley looked around the landing platform. His Aurors and strikers were everywhere, and there were even people on broomsticks in the sky on guard.

Seeing that the situation was under control, Kingsley whispered to the Auror beside him, and then the Auror rushed into the fireplace.

Hermione watched the Auror disappear into the fireplace and could only stamp her feet anxiously.

This level of crisis is no longer something she can control.

Before Minister Bones, Sirius, whose face was as black as the bottom of a pot, appeared first.

Hermione could see that he couldn't wait to rush over and deal with Harry, but he couldn't move a step because of his duty.

He stood in front of the fireplace, looking around with a vigilant look.

Then, Minister Bones finally showed up.

To be honest, her personal image was not good, as if she had just been pulled out of bed.

Although the wizard hat on her head covered her messy hair, her bloodshot eyes, heavy eye shadow and slightly pale complexion all revealed her fatigue.

Sirius stood in front of Minister Bones, ready to block the curse at any time.

Aurors also flocked around her to guard against crises that might come from all directions.

But Minister Bones didn't leave too many people in front of her. He only let Kingsley and Sirius stand on her left and right.

"I'm here, guys--"

Amelia's eyes moved between John and Harry and then stabilized. She took a deep breath, her eyes covering the parade, and said softly,
“I came here not only to rescue this innocent child, but also to listen to your appeal.
Oh, I have to admit that I am not completely ignorant of your experience. In fact, the Ministry of Magic has been negotiating with all parties, hoping to reach a consensus, but--"

“That’s a lie!”

Suddenly someone in the parade shouted in grief, and everyone, including Luna and Harry, looked towards that person.

"It's Brother Ciel—"

She had already figured out John's true interpersonal relationships, and a look of pity flashed in her eyes.
"The one who is speaking is the younger brother, and the one in his arms is the older brother--"

While everyone's attention was drawn, Luna quietly explained to Harry.

"Your Ministry of Magic doesn't care about the lives of people like us!"

Half-kneeling on the ground, the big man with a rough and dull appearance sobbed and shouted to Minister Bones,

"Look around you, look at all the injured people, all of them are caused by the Ministry's strikers. You don't even want to listen to us!"

Harry saw the man looking at him resentfully.

"If it weren't for the fact that we kidnapped the famous Harry Potter, we wouldn't have seen you at all, right, Minister Bones!" (End of this chapter)