"This is a rare opportunity..." Charlie turned around and said to Kyle, "This guy just laughed the most wildly and was the first to use the Cruciatus Curse. I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Cruciatus Curse?" Kyle frowned and said, "Then you..."

"Oh, it's okay. Dad was lucky enough to escape... twice in a row."

As he was talking, Charlie got angry again. He raised his foot that had just been put down and kicked Malfoy Kuku again.

During this time, Malfoy seemed to be waking up, so Charlie decisively cast a stun spell on him and continued kicking him.

Kyle also walked over with a bottle.

The noise outside became quieter and quieter, and the sky no longer flickered like fireworks.

After about an hour, the surroundings gradually became quiet.

Mr. Weasley also returned, with a team of serious-looking Aurors.

As soon as they entered the tent, the Aurors saw several people tied together in the corner.

"Merlin's beard!" One of them obviously recognized these people and exclaimed, "They are all from pure-blood families... Arthur, are you sure you are not mistaken?"

"Of course not, Dawlish, I promise." Mr. Weasley said, pointing to a pile of hoods and masks beside him, "These are the things they carry. And the headmaster of Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Ms. Olympe Maxime, can also testify."

"Maxim?" Dawlish was a little surprised.

Of course he knew that Ole Maxime held a high position and great influence in France.

But he didn't expect that there was actually the involvement of a foreign wizard, and he was such a famous person.

"These people tried to capture students from Beauxbatons before," Mr. Weasley explained. "They seemed to want to use this to blackmail Maxim into doing something."

"Despicable means." Dawlish sneered disdainfully, waved the wand in his hand, and dragged them out of the tent.

"Thank you for your hard work, Arthur."

After they were dragged away, Dawlish smiled and said to Mr. Weasley, "You beat seven people on one. I never realized you were so good before... You should be an Auror."

"You misunderstood because..." Mr. Weasley was about to explain, but when he thought of those illegal biting cabbages, he immediately shut his mouth and said, "It's not just me. The children also helped a lot."

"Four against seven, and they were able to capture them intact, that's pretty impressive," Dawlish said. "If you ask me, you should really consider becoming an Auror. At least it's much better than the cramped office you're in now."

"It's really not my credit." Mr. Weasley wanted to explain, but found that he couldn't avoid biting the cabbage no matter what, and finally his face turned red.

"Okay, I understand. It seems that you really like your current job." Dawlish said with a smile: "But we have to go, Arthur. There is still a lot to do. See you at the ministry."

"Okay." Mr. Weasley nodded reluctantly.

After the Aurors left, Mr. Weasley wiped the sweat mixed with dirt on his face with his robe. He looked at Kyle, hesitated for a while, and said, "Those biting cabbages..."

"I got it from the school greenhouse," Kyle said, "for brewing potions."

"I have no doubt about that." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "But that is against the rules after all. If someone holds on to it, you might be in trouble."

"It's okay, Dad." Bill came over, patted his chest and said, "When the time comes, just say that I gave the biting kale to Kyle. As a curse breaker, especially in a dangerous place like the pyramid, it's totally okay to bring some magical plants for self-defense."

"Kale is one of the favorite snacks of Chinese fireball dragons. I work in a fire dragon sanctuary in Romania, so it makes sense to carry some fire dragon snacks with me, right?"

"Thank you, but I don't think it's necessary." Kyle smiled and shook his head.

"The wounds caused by biting the cabbage are not difficult to treat. I have just used special potions and healing magic on them. Calculating the time, the wounds should be almost healed."

"That's good," said Mr. Weasley. "If that's the case, it would save a lot of trouble..."

Bill on the side raised his eyebrows inexplicably.

I didn't pay much attention to it before because I was nervous, but now I think about it...

He used the Disillusionment Spell to launch a sneak attack, and then used a potion to erase the wound caused by the bitten cabbage... Wow, Kyle's operation was flawless.

What on earth has he learned in school these years...

But Mr. Weasley didn't care so much. He looked at Kyle and was about to ask Harry and Ron where they were when another exclamation was heard outside.

"Oh, damn, isn't it over yet?"

Mr. Weasley ran out of the tent, but the next second, he was attracted by something flashing in the sky.

It was an enormous skeleton, with a giant python emerging from its mouth...

Mr. Weasley's eyes widened suddenly. He was very familiar with what this thing was, or at least any older wizard would know it.

"Merlin's beard..." Mr. Weasley also exclaimed, and couldn't help but say, "Why is there a Dark Mark here? Hasn't Malfoy been caught?"

He had always believed that Lucius Malfoy was the mastermind behind the riot, but now it seemed that there were obviously others, and they were more rampant than Malfoy.

In the wizarding world, the Dark Mark cannot be released casually, especially after the fall of Voldemort. Once someone is caught committing suicide, the crime is no less serious than using the Unforgivable Curse.

Bill and Charlie, who were following behind, also saw the flashing Dark Mark in the sky.

"It looks like there are still some fish that have slipped through the net," said Charlie.

"Dad, should we go over and take a look?"

Mr. Weasley naturally wanted to go. After all, the Dark Mark hadn't appeared in more than ten years. Even he was curious and wanted to find out what was going on.

But before he could make a decision, a loud explosion was heard around him.

At some point, the restriction on Apparition in the camp was lifted, and the moment the Dark Mark was seen, nearly half of the Aurors and strikers immediately rushed over.

There are about fifty people.

"Forget it..." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "There are already enough people here. We can't help much even if we go."

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(End of this chapter)