Train to Another World

Chapter 533 Recognition

Fudge Connelly and Barty Crouch rushed over that day, and an elderly Ministry of Magic officials were accompanied. If the one who died was a native, even the little wizard from Hogwarts could cover it.

Because it is not the first time that the school was closed by a dead man, Hogwarts is no big deal. But now the dead are foreigners, and they were killed by the "employees" of the British Ministry of Magic, which is difficult to collapse.

In order not to cause panic, a shed was built next to Hagrid's cottage, where the body was parked. Even though the body was inspected by Dumbledore and the garrison of Auror, it was indeed killed by the Dementor.

Fuji still kept urging the accompanying officials to conduct repeated inspections. His meaning was already very obvious. None of these people could die in the mouth of the dementor.

Hurry up and make up a reason to release it, and make excuses the two schools and the Ministry of Magic of their country. As for the truth, he would not care whether it would be exposed later.

Because this conclusion was not drawn by him, and the professional matters were left to the professionals to judge. He was just a magic minister who knew nothing, and he was also blinded!

However, the elderly official who followed Fuji was also an old man. No matter how many times Fuji asked and how stern he looked at him, he still repeated his judgment calmly.

Even if he was incompetent, Fuji saw that all the corpses had one hand injured, and asked, "What's the matter with the wounds on their hands?"

The senior official replied: "It has been checked, there are no traces of magic, they are all injured by external forces."

"I just happened to be injured by my hand?"

"I am only responsible for the identification of magical trauma, this kind of damage caused by external forces. Your Excellency Minister needs to find the people from Saint Mungo to identify it, and I can only conclude that they all died of the Dementor's kiss without exception."

Fudge paced in the shed in annoyance, suddenly remembering something, and he looked at Dumbledore: "Principal Dumbledore, I heard that there is another survivor on the scene."

Dumbledore nodded: "Yes, if Mr. Li hadn't stayed to hold those dementors, the other two warriors might not have been spared."

"I don't know if I can see him."

"He is in class now," Snape interrupted.

Fudge glanced at Snape and said, "You are Severus Snape? If I remember correctly, it was Dumbledore and Lucius who made the guarantee for you."

Snape said slackingly, "You remember correctly."

"Then you should cherish this hard-earned freedom."

"Can I think you are threatening me?" Snape looked at Fudge with a gloomy face.

Fudge hid behind Dumbledore a little, and he didn't know nothing. He at least knew that if Snape wanted to attack him now, it might be only Dumbledore who could save him.

"I think the minister should not mean that." Dumbledore symbolically comforted Snape, then pulled out his wand, and a silver-white phoenix flew towards the direction of the castle.

Soon, Li Zhuoguang came over with a broken face: "Didn't they all check it? These people were all killed by the dementors."

Fuji also probably knew Li Zhuoguang's identity, but asked tactfully: "Mr. Li, we just want to figure out what's going on with the wound on their hands?"

"We were besieged by the dementors and were only concerned about resisting the dementors. We didn't have time to care about how they were hurt."

"Mr. Li, please recall it."

"I recalled it, I don't know how they hurt it."

"Please remember it yourself."

"Remember again, I don't know how they hurt them."

"Mr. Li, please..."

"I don't want to recall anymore, I'll leave if I'm fine."

Fuji was a little angry: "Mr. Li, you..."

At this time, Barty Crouch walked in: "Minister, there is something you may need to know... Mr. Lee is here too, that's just right."

Fudge waved his hand irritably: "Batty, I'm busy..."

"I asked those dementors, and they said that Mr. Lee asked them to attack those people."

Fuji turned around and looked at Li Zhuoguang: "Mr. Li, do you have anything to say about this?"

Li Zhuoguang looked at Fudge for a while and suddenly laughed: "You are Voldemort pretending to be."

Suddenly hearing Voldemort's name, the people from the Ministry of Magic frowned uneasy, and Fudge even shook twice. Fuji said to Li Zhuoguang dissatisfiedly, "Mr. Li, this is really ridiculous. Also, the mysterious man is dead, so let's not mention him again."

Li Zhuoguang glanced at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore shrugged helplessly.

Li Zhuoguang continued to say to Fuji, "If I remember correctly, the dementor is not a wizard, right? Isn't it ridiculous to use the dementor's words as testimony?"

Fuji explained stutteringly: "The Dementor is also the person involved after all."

"They are the murderers."

Barty Crouch looked at Li Zhuoguang coldly: "Although the dementors are not wizards, their empty brains don't know how to lie."

"Is that so? Then please bring the dementor here."

No mistakes, one song, one post, one content, one reading!

Crouch looked at Froggy. Froggy had no choice but to nod, and Crouch left the shed. Soon, an unpleasant aura enveloped the entire shed, and even the grass on the ground began to frost.

Holding a magic wand, Crouch carefully escorted a dementor to the shed. Crouch said, "Although only I understand the language of the dementor among the people present, I can let him identify..."

Li Zhuoguang asked the dementor directly: "What did you say to him just now?"

Everyone in the Ministry of Magic looked at Li Zhuoguang helplessly. Can it understand if you talk to him? The Ministry of Magic communicates with Dementors, which is usually done by staff who have specially learned the Dementor language.

Among them is Barty Crouch, who is not only proficient in multiple languages, but also proficient in the language of many magical creatures.

Even though Li Zhuoguang did not use the language of the dementor, the dementor looked at him: "You let me eat..."

Li Zhuoguang nodded, and a murderous intent emerged in his heart: "Call the gods to guard!"

A huge red claw stretched out from the void and grabbed the dementor. Just a little force was used, and its bones clenched.

The dementor let out an unpleasant scream, stimulating everyone's souls.

"You say it again."

"You called us...ah!!!" The claws used force again.

"Now I'll say something, you say something."

"Ah! Ao!!!"

"Magic Secretary Fudge Connelly was pretended by Voldemort."

"Fu...fu...ao!"

"Tell me clearly!"

"My Minister...it's Voldemort!"

Li Zhuo's disc machine dispersed his magic and looked at Crouch with a smile: "Please please Director Crouch translate and translate it for everyone."