Dumbledore, who was standing by, obviously agreed with the two professors. He calmly drew out his wand and pointed it at Marcus Flint:

"All curses come to an end!"

Then, Marcus Flint's eyes became clear again!

When Marcus Flint regained consciousness, he saw the many professors surrounding him and finally realized what he had done. His legs went weak, and if Snape had not held his collar, he would have kneeled down on the spot.

"Professor! I don't know what happened to me just now! I just wanted to win the game. Not long ago, I received a package containing a bottle of Felixir Potion and a letter. The letter said that the Felixir Potion was given to me, hoping that Slytherin could win the game!"

"Originally, I was still thinking about whether to use this bottle of Fuling potion, but when I saw the report about Wentworth in the newspaper, I was a little angry and wanted to defeat him in a face-to-face confrontation, so I took the Fuling potion before the game!"

"I know I was wrong, professor, but I really don't know why it turned out like this!"

Soon, without anyone asking, Marcus Flint told everything he knew.

After hearing Marcus Flint's narration, the professors at the scene couldn't help but look solemn. Then, Dumbledore said, "Severus and Minerva, the two of you go with Marcus Flint to get the package. The other professors, go back and maintain order in the academy! Professor Ilona, ​​please take good care of Wentworth. He was frightened today."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took a special look at Ilona, ​​then turned and left.

Afterwards, Ilona escorted Wentworth all the way back to his dormitory. After carefully checking Wentworth's dormitory again, Ilona left.

However, when Ilona returned to her office, she took out a pen and paper with a cold face and started writing a letter.

In the letter, Ilona first recounted what happened today, and then severely scolded Abernathy and others, blaming them for their incompetence and for not finding the person behind the scenes. Only then did she send the letter out.

While Hogwarts was in chaos, the outside world was also not peaceful!

In Knockturn Alley, even the midday sun could not completely dispel the darkness here. In this dim alley, next to a colorful trash can not far from Borks and Borgin, there were sudden and repeated explosions.

A moment later, a dozen Aurors from the British Ministry of Magic holding wands appeared here, led by the new head of the Auror Office, Rufus Scrimgeour.

"Is this the place?"

Rufus Scrimgeour looked at the trash can in front of him, frowned and asked the person next to him.

One of the Aurors stepped forward and said, "That's right. According to the informant's information, the bald wizard and the wizard in the cloak finally appeared here. But soon, a group of dark wizards who called themselves the Witch Party broke in. They first forced the bar owner to join them, and then the informant was driven away. He doesn't know what happened after that."

Hearing his subordinate's answer, Rufus Scrimgeour frowned a little deeper and asked, "Why did you send the information now? What does your informant do? Does he use the annual funding given to him to buy butterbeer?"

Hearing Rufus Scrimgeour's question, the Auror said with some embarrassment:

"Boss, the informant said that he had to ensure his own safety first, so he has now fled to Sweden. He sent us the information via owl after arriving in Sweden."

Rufus Scrimgeour: ...

After a moment's silence, Rufus Scrimgeour waved his hand and said, "After we go in, if the other party uses the Unforgivable Curse first, we won't be polite. As long as the bar owner is alive, it doesn't matter if the others live or die!"

After saying that, Rufus Scrimgeour was about to move forward, but was stopped by the Auror, who asked hesitantly:

"Boss, are we really going to do this? If they are really witch-like..."

But before the Auror could finish his words, he was interrupted by Rufus Scrimgeour.

"It doesn't matter who they are. What matters is that you remember that you are an Auror from the British Ministry of Magic!"

Just as Rufus Scrimgeour led the Aurors through the trash can and into the bar, an old wizard's face appeared in the shadows not far from Knockturn Alley, and then the old wizard's figure disappeared on the spot.

"Abernathy, bad news, the Aurors have gone to the bar in Knockturn Alley."

A moment later, the old wizard appeared in Abernathy's room and spoke quickly.

Abernathy asked, frowning.

The old wizard replied somewhat awkwardly, "Originally I was going to take him to Paris today. After all, many wizards witnessed him joining us. But he said that he wanted to take one last look at the place where he had fought all his life."

“Bang!”

Hearing the old wizard's answer, Abernathy flew into a rage, smashed the wine glass in his hand, and said angrily:

"So, what use are these wizards other than causing trouble for us?!"

Facing Abernathy's anger, the old wizard looked even more embarrassed. After a moment's silence, he said, "I thought that we are all old enough and wanted to absorb some wizards of the current age as fresh blood for the young master to command. I didn't expect this to happen."

"Or we give up..."

But the old wizard hadn't finished speaking yet, when Ilona's owl arrived! After Abernethy finished reading Ilona's letter, he was silent for a long time, but in this silence, the old wizard felt that Abernethy in front of him seemed to have turned into a volcano that was about to erupt.

At this moment, Abernathy said coldly:

"No matter how dissatisfied we are, even if we want to punish him according to the family rules, we have to wait until he comes back! Since he has already joined the Witch Party, we can't let him fall into the hands of the British Ministry of Magic!"

Hearing this, the old wizard quickly said: "Then let's go over there now!"

Abernathy waved his hand and objected:

"It's probably too late to go now! The few people under his command are no match for so many Aurors."

At this point, Abernathy thought for a moment and said with a firm look:

"Let's go straight to the Ministry of Magic! The British Ministry of Magic!"

The old wizard was horrified and said:

"Now? The British Ministry of Magic? Just the few of us?"

Abernathy nodded and said:

"Right now, at the British Ministry of Magic. But, of course, we can't be the only ones there! Notify all witch parties in the UK, especially those near London, that we are gathering at the British Ministry of Magic!"

The old wizard still said with some worry:

"That's probably too long, right? We don't have that much time!"

Abernathy said confidently:

"We can't notify everyone one by one. It's time to awaken the magical world to its past memories!"

After hearing what Abernathy said, the old wizard was excited and worried and said:

"Is it too much of a price to pay for a new wizard?"

But Abernathy said meaningfully: "Of course it's not just for him! This is for our little master! Since we can't find those mice hiding in the dark for the time being, let's use a voice that can be heard by the entire magical world to tell them!"

"We, the Wizarding Party, can still launch a war that will sweep across the entire wizarding world. Anyone or any organization that dares to attack our Wizarding Party must first be prepared for a fight to the death! I want to see if they can afford it!"

On this day, in the city of London, thousands of black veils rose up without wind!

(End of this chapter)