Chapter 343 Reactions from All Parties

Felix waved to several staff members of the Ministry of Magic nearby, and one of them ran over excitedly, "Hello, Mr. Hap! It's incredible that you actually stopped the riot head-on..." He looked young, and the pimples on his face were shining with excitement.

Felix said calmly: "These...should be under your care?"

"Don't worry! Leave it to us." The wizard patted his chest, took out a whistle from his pocket, and blew it "beep beep". After blowing for a long time, no one came. He said frustratedly: "My colleagues should have been knocked unconscious..."

Felix pointed to the direction he came from, "I found some people and placed them in that direction."

"Moore! Keen! Follow me!" the wizard shouted. Before leaving, he couldn't help but say: "It's an honor to fight side by side with you, Mr. Hep."

"Let's go help put out the fire." Mr. Weasley said, he called Bill and Charlie away. Sirius thought about it and said hello to Felix: "I'll go find Harry and the others."

Felix nodded at him, walked around the camp, saved some injured people, and notified Lupin and Clemens with the Patronus. Everyone rushed over, along with the mother and son.

"Thank you, thank you," the young mother thanked him repeatedly.

When they returned to the battlefield, there were already hundreds of wizards from the Ministry of Magic surrounding it. They were systematically classifying and taking these thugs away.

Fudge kept wiping the sweat off his forehead, with a mixture of fear and disgust on his face, "Take them all away! Find out their nationality and identity, and report to their Ministry of Magic! And these, these..."

He hesitated as he looked at the hooded wizards lying on the ground, unable to make a decision. He had just seen these people's faces, and the familiar faces made his stomach churn.

"Report to the Minister, these hooded people are the leaders of this riot, and they also dragged the Roberts family out of the house. They were very frightened and are receiving memory treatment..."

Fudge's lips trembled, and he was very hesitant in his heart. Most of these hooded people were pure bloods. If they were all sentenced as the masterminds, they would be imprisoned in Azkaban for at least three to five months, but he would never get their support in the future.

"Click! Click!"

The shutter sounds of cameras rang out, and clusters of purple smoke floated in the air.

Rita Skeeter excitedly directed her assistants, "Here, here, and over there... I saw something, the defeated fans at the Quidditch World Cup led the riot, bullying Muggles for fun..." Her mouth was almost crooked with laughter.

"Did you take the photo of Mr. Hep standing in the crowd?" she asked excitedly.

"Only the back." Her photographer said.

"That's fine, we can do a series of reports."

Fudge's fingers trembled, "When did they come? Drive them away! No, wait." He rolled his eyes and whispered to the secretary: "Confiscate their photos, don't destroy them, keep them secretly."

Walsh Cedric from the Advisory Office of the Minister of Magic nodded and walked towards Rita Skeeter, "Madam, the matter is still under investigation, and the photos you took will be used as important evidence..."

Rita Skeeter's voice rang out, but Walsh Cedric said something to her, "...Pureblood, you don't want to anger them?"

Rita Skeeter blinked and thought for a while, "Okay, you owe me a favor." She turned her back to Walsh Cedric, waved to the photographer, secretly left a stack of negatives, and replaced the remaining roll with a brand new one. She turned around and shook the negatives in her hand at Walsh Cedric. He just wanted to reach out to take it, but the negatives turned into ashes.

"Skeeter, you..." Walsh Cedric was furious.

Rita Skeeter said cunningly, "I have to make them do me a favor, what do you say, Mr. Cedric?"

At the edge of the woods, Harry and the other two joined Ginny and the Weasley twins, and they were running over in a hurry. They squeezed into the crowd of onlookers, looking for Mr. Weasley, Bill, Charlie and Sirius, who had gone to help maintain order.

But the people from the Ministry of Magic stood in a row, separating the scene inside, and the crowd could not see clearly, so they could only tiptoe to try to see something.

Hermione asked quietly, "Did you see Professor Hep?"

"He should have left," Harry said, "I saw him leave, I didn't see any injuries."

"How cool!" Ron said in admiration, "He defeated a group of them by himself. Those wizards were like headless flies or Billywig insects without stings facing him. There was no threat at all."

Hermione said seriously, "That's because the professor used more than one kind of ancient magic. See the golden shield? It blocked hundreds of spells. Later, he kept using Apparition to avoid them. It was too dangerous..." Harry

said, "It's not avoiding, but looking for opportunities. It's a tactic. When I played a duel game with Sirius during the summer vacation, I tried to copy it, but unfortunately..."

Hermione said disapprovingly, "That's very dangerous, Harry. Apparition is difficult to perform continuously, not to mention that it has to be cast quickly."

"I know, but once you learn it..." Harry didn't continue, but looked at the scene meaningfully. From the gaps between the bodies of the Ministry of Magic staff, you can see hundreds of wizards lying crookedly on the ground.

Everything is self-evident.

On the other side, the team that reversed the accidental magic incidents came. They found those who failed to Apparate and were nailed to the spot based on the various "broken limbs" left at the scene.

Ron looked around and tried to see what was there: "Arms, thighs, what is that... bloody!" He was suddenly patted on the head from behind. It was Mr. Weasley who came over. Behind him were Bill and Charlie. Sirius stood on the other side and looked at Harry with a smile.

"Don't look around, be careful of nightmares." Mr. Weasley said. They were dirty and had traces of being burned by fire.

"I'm just curious, what do you think if they stayed behind?" Ron said, and stopped, as if attracted by something. He looked at Charlie, his mouth grew bigger and bigger, and he pointed at Charlie: "Eyes, eyes can move!"

"What?" Charlie looked at him inexplicably. Weasley glanced at Charlie and quickly pulled him aside.

On top of Charlie's head was a brown eyeball, which was turning in fear. A circle of space appeared around him, and Harry's heart was pounding. Mr. Weasley shouted, "Arnold! There's another one here! The Apparition split!"

A sturdy wizard ran over, took a look, and grinned, "There are still some blood vessels... If we leave him alone..." He made a 'gushing' gesture towards his eyes.

Mr. Weasley frowned, "There's a child here."

"Oh, sorry, two people are coming!" The wizard named Arnold shouted back. Soon, two people came over. They surrounded the eyeball and pointed at it with their wands. "I'll go over there." Arnold said. In the horrified eyes of the crowd, he grabbed the eyeball and squeezed it, as if he wanted to crush it.

"Bang!"

He and the eyeball disappeared together.

"Wait, he will be back soon." The wizard next to him said casually and yawned heavily. "I have to work overtime again today."

Ron swallowed hard. He felt a little nauseous, as if he had swallowed something slippery. He couldn't help but retching. Harry and Hermione's expressions were not good either.

The twins felt sympathetic. Ron had shown off his unskilled Apparition in front of them before, and they were planning to learn it in advance.

On the other side, a heavyweight appeared.

Barty Crouch said coldly, "Excuse me, please make way." He crossed the crowd and squeezed into the circle surrounded by the Ministry of Magic like a stone.

"Crouch?" Fudge was furious when he saw him. He wanted to ask him about his abnormality, but with such a big accident happening, he had already thrown all these thoughts out of his mind.

"I asked you to be responsible for the safety of the Quidditch World Cup. Where have you been!"

"To track down those masked men." Crouch said stiffly.

Harry stared at the back of Barty Crouch's head from behind. In addition to wanting to confirm whether the scar on his forehead still hurt, he also wanted to see if he could see an ugly face that belonged to Voldemort.

Sirius also looked at him with inquiring eyes. The godfather and godson looked at each other for a long time. Harry shook his head at Sirius, but this time he didn't react.