Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Those who betray the Death Eaters will suffer torture worse than death.

Lucius's face turned pale, but he didn't dare to say anything more, because the other party was right. All signs showed that the man who had been missing for almost thirteen years was really coming.

The Dark Lord is coming back!

Seeing Lucius give in, the man nodded.

"This is just an appetizer. We need to gather more companions."

"Lucius, as the Dark Lord's most trusted servant, this mission will be carried out by you."

Hearing this, Lucius's expression became even uglier, but a different look flashed in his eyes.

Everything that is happening now was predicted by that person.

Quidditch World Cup Final.

The Dark Mark, which had caused countless elites in the Ministry of Magic to be helpless and troubled and could only let it dissipate on its own, was now split in half by the golden sword that looked like Gryffindor's, and it quickly dissipated.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t the sword in the sky that dispelled the Dark Mark.

That was just a sham for show. What really eliminated it was a light snap of Dudley's fingers as he waved his wand.

To be more precise, it is alchemy.

After experiencing the Dark Mark incident, many wizards broke out in cold sweats. The alcohol evaporated in their sweat, and they became much more sober.

So the first thing they had to do was escape.

"Leave them all alone. Don't let any of them go."

Dudley said coldly, it is impossible to let them escape, since they are here, just let them stay.

With a wave of his hand, an invisible transparent barrier blocked the wizards' way.

The wizards led by Carlo took this opportunity to defeat these wizards with their extraordinary spells.

Soon they were all captured

Thirty-eight. Not counting the one in the woods, there were a total of thirty-eight wizards involved in causing trouble and destruction.

To put it bluntly, it is a great irony that thirty-eight wizards forced one hundred thousand wizards to flee.

In Dudley's eyes, these wizards were a mob, and the rest were even worse than a mob.

"What's going on? Oh my God, Mr. Dursley, what on earth is going on here?"

As in all stories, the guards of justice always arrive at the last moment.

Under the leadership of Ron, members of the Ministry of Magic headed by Fudge finally arrived.

He was a little confused when he saw the campsite in ruins and the masked wizard lying on the ground.

The Ministry of Magic officials and Aurors behind him were even more nervous. They clearly saw the Dark Mark appear in the sky. Although it was only a flash in the pan before being shattered by a golden sword, it had appeared and was there for the taking.

After briefly explaining what had happened to Fudge, the Minister of Magic's face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Torture Muggles, riot, destroy camps, attack wizards, and summon the Dark Mark.

The key is that it almost affected him!

If it weren't for the help of Veronica, Arthur's youngest son, he might have been burned to charcoal.

This is not the end yet. The Quidditch World Cup is being held in England, and it has turned out like this. He can already imagine the headline on the front page of the Daily Prophet tomorrow. The Ministry of Magic of England will become a laughing stock, and he, as the Minister, will be the first to bear the brunt.

There's no way to blame him. It was because one hundred thousand wizards saw him here yesterday.

If you can't pass the buck, then severely punish the criminal!

No matter who it is, I will make him pay the price!

Fudge looked at the dozens of captured wizards and thought angrily.

Being stupid and mediocre doesn't mean he has no temper.

This guy not only has a bad temper, but he will even confront Dumbledore when he gets angry.

"Minister Fudge, I think the culprit should be held accountable first."

"Mr. Dursley, you are right."

"Let us reveal the identity of the man who summoned the Dark Mark."

After hearing Dudley's words, Fudge echoed him repeatedly, and his fawning look was almost like he was kneeling down to lick Dudley's clothes.

Fudge didn't care what the Ministry of Magic officials behind him thought. He just wanted to maintain his public support, keep his position as Minister of Magic, and maintain his own power.

'If Mr. Dursley hadn't been here today there would have been no chance of recovery.'

Fudge's limited brain was working rapidly.

We must take the credit for catching the principal offender and the accomplice.

Mr. Dursley will definitely help me, we are allies!

Well, the wise and brave Minister Fudge remained calm in the face of the sudden attack, and calmly commanded the Aurors to arrest the criminals one by one.

Without mentioning Fudge's wild thoughts, Dudley pointed his wand at the one in the woods who was under the petrification spell and summoned the Dark Mark.

At this moment he was as quiet as a dead mouse.

"Fluorescence."

Dudley did not use illumination magic, but instead used the most basic lighting magic in the wizarding world.

A little bit of fluorescence emerged from the tip of the wand, gradually rising into the air and then instantly growing larger. The faint light it emitted illuminated the entire forest and also revealed the man's appearance.

Fudge's face froze when he saw the man's true face.

Behind him, the people from the Ministry of Magic also craned their necks to look over there.

Then, like Fudge, their faces were filled with astonishment.

How could it be him? !

Because this person was none other than Barty Crouch, who was supposed to be traveling with them but disappeared.

Chapter 259 Mr. Dursley, You Are Really My Best Partner

"WOW, this is really surprising. I never expected that the criminal would be our Director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, Mr. Barty Crouch."

"But if you think about it, it's understandable. How can a father be a good person if he can teach a Death Eater as evil as Barty Jr.?"

Old Barty Crouch was a strict person who always did things in a serious and responsible manner. More than a decade ago, when Voldemort was leading the Death Eaters, he advocated the use of tough measures to deal with him. He gained the trust of most people in the wizarding world and became a role model for almost all wizards.

Hate evil, loathe and hate black magic, the nemesis of black wizards

Even though he had the stain of his son being a Death Eater, he put the interests of the country above his own and personally sent his son to Azkaban.

For this reason, he was transferred from the position of Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement to Director of the Department of International Magical Exchange and Cooperation, and at the same time lost the right to compete for the position of Minister of Magic.

Crouch's life is remarkable.

Even Fudge, who was also his competitor, only guarded against and suppressed him, and had great trust in his character.

But it was this person who actually summoned the Dark Mark more than a decade later.

Is he a Death Eater?

But this is incredible.

Old Barty Crouch lay there, without any intention of refutation, as if he completely agreed with this statement.

'If the principal criminal was Barty Crouch Sr. then who were the accomplices?'

A terrible thought arose in Fudge's mind, and he stretched out his trembling hand and pointed at the captured masked wizards.

"They. Who are they?"

Lifting the masks, familiar faces were revealed.

"Andy?!"

"Alola?!"

"Tisma?"

At least twenty of the thirty-eight masked wizards are employees of the Ministry of Magic. Although there are no officials such as directors or directors, many of them hold important positions.

"This, this, this."

Minister Fudge pointed at these wizards and was unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time. Beads of sweat continued to secrete from his forehead, and soon covered his entire face.

Even the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors following behind him had very unpleasant expressions on their faces.

Are there Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic?

The only person who looked calm was the leonine-looking Head of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour.

But this is because his face was injured during the war, causing facial paralysis.

How to do?

What else can I do?

The only thing to do is to arrest him! Put him on trial!

This matter absolutely cannot be covered up and there is no way to cover it up.

There are more than just the Ministry of Magic around, as the Dark Mark in the sky has been dispelled, many wizards have returned to the camp.

Many wizards saw old Barty Crouch and those wizards.

It would be fine if there were only English wizards, but among the 100,000 wizards there are many from other countries.

"Scrimgeour, have your men guard them. See you on the Wizengamot in three days."

Fudge made the arrangements with a bitter look on his face.

Scrimgeour, whose name was called out, felt overwhelmed. Obviously, this was not an easy job.

There are a lot of people involved

"I will give everyone an explanation. I will visit you when I have time, Mr. Dursley. Now let's go back to the Ministry."

Fudge gave a quick instruction and left with the Ministry of Magic officials.

Dudley smiled and watched him go.

Some people may say that Fudge clearly guessed the identities of these people, so why did he expose them in public? Isn't this just digging a hole for himself?

Others may not know the purpose of Fudge's doing this, but Dudley knows that the guy did it on purpose.

Fudge's actions may seem stupid, but in fact he is excluding dissidents.

Just as Dudley had said, Fudge found him that night.

"Mr. Dursley, you will help me, right?" Fudge looked at Dudley with a pleading look.

If it was just one or two, it would be fine, but losing twenty positions at once would be a huge blow even for a ministry as large as the Ministry of Magic.

"Of course. You are our important minister."

Dudley looked at Fudge sincerely, and he enjoyed the look very much.

"Minister Fudge, you can handle this matter in detail like this."

The staff reduction in the Ministry of Magic, which was a real headache for Fudge, was a piece of cake for Dudley.

Although the number of wizards is small, that is compared with ordinary people. The number of wizards alone is actually not small, at least more than the sub-human races such as centaurs, giants, vampires, and banshees combined.

Not everyone can enter the Ministry of Magic.

This is exactly the situation where there are too many monks and too little porridge.

The same thing. If you don’t do it, there are plenty of people who will.

So Dudley naturally placed a group of "seniors" into the Ministry of Magic.

"One more thing, Minister Fudge."

"Mr. Dursley?"

"I think Mr. Crouch may be under the Imperius Curse. You'd better check him here."