But compared with Kreacher's suffering, this kind of suffering is nothing.

Kreacher never expected that he just went out to get a bucket of water, but when he came back, everyone in the tent was gone. Then the wizards in the camp started fighting again, and all kinds of dangerous spells were flying in the air.

Especially when the Killing Curse appeared, the poor elf was almost scared to death on the spot.

It's not that he cares about Connor that much, it's mainly because Regulus still needs Snape's help...

In order to make Regulus look more like a human being rather than a monster, Kanna must not get into any harm, not even a scratch.

So, the frightened elf began to cry and look for Kanna's whereabouts.

During this hour or so, he checked almost every tent, defeated more than a dozen wizards who blocked his way, and almost turned the entire camp upside down.

Fortunately, when he was about to despair, he finally heard Kanna's voice again.

In order to prevent similar incidents from happening again, Kreacher immediately stepped forward and Apparated away with her as soon as she entered the tent.

The whole process was swift and decisive, and Kanna didn't even have time to say a word to anyone else.

"This..." The others looked at each other in confusion.

"Well, we have to go back too." Mr. Weasley said, "A Dark Mark has appeared over the camp. I think the news will spread soon. In order not to worry your parents, it is better to go back as soon as possible."

With that, Mr. Weasley stood up and left the tent. "I'm going to see if I can get a portkey in advance. You guys stay here and don't run around."

…

"Dark Mark?" Harry asked after Mr. Weasley left. "Is it the skull pattern in the sky? What is that?"

"The mark of a mysterious person." Bill said, "It was also the thing that people were most afraid of seeing more than a decade ago. Generally, a place with a Dark Mark means that a mysterious person has been there."

"But You-Know-Who is dead," said Harry.

"But the Death Eaters are still there." Bill thought of Malfoy and his men again, "What we saw tonight should be the remnants of these people... They somehow escaped and were not imprisoned in Azkaban."

"But that's the end of it." Charlie said with a smile: "They were caught on the spot, red-handed, and Principal Maxim testified. Haha."

Charlie happily took a sip of water. Actually, he wanted to drink some wine, but unfortunately there was not even any hot cocoa here, so he could only drink water.

"It's a good thing you weren't in the woods at the time."

Bill straightened his long-lost ponytail and said, "Death Eaters are cruel and merciless. It would be bad if you were nearby when he conjured up the Dark Mark."

"But...why would a Death Eater conjure up the Dark Mark?" Hermione said slowly. "I mean, what's the point of it, just to scare people?"

"Who knows." Bill shrugged. "Maybe they drank a little too much and couldn't help but want to have a pleasant little party... They often did this before Voldemort's fall." A hint of disgust appeared on his face.

Harry didn't hear what was said next. His head was buzzing and he walked outside the tent unconsciously. He looked up at the skull pattern in the sky in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Half an hour later, Mr. Weasley finally returned.

There was not only him, but also Fudge, Crouch, Bagman and many other officials from the Ministry of Magic.

They walked quickly into the tent and took Harry's hand to ask about his well-being.

Mr. Weasley let the cat out of the bag just now, and they only then realized that Harry Potter was almost killed. Fudge's face turned pale with fright at that time. He had not been so scared even when he saw the Dark Mark.

If Harry had actually been murdered by Death Eaters under the Ministry's noses, he would have been inundated with Howlers.

After Fudge came Crouch, who was clutching Harry's shoulders, his face horribly pale, his hands and toothbrush moustache twitching!

"Where is the man who wants to kill you!" he asked.

"In the woods," said Harry.

"Do you still know the way?" asked Crouch.

"Well, take us to..."

Afterwards, the group arrived at the woods where they were previously.

The Ministry of Magic employee in charge of registration who had been knocked unconscious by Kyle was still lying under a tree.

After seeing that person, Crouch seemed to be less nervous all of a sudden, his face looked much more normal, and he returned to his original meticulous appearance.

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, came forward to examine him, then took out another bottle of potion and splashed it on his face.

"It's not Polyjuice Potion," he told Fudge and Crouch. "It feels like the Imperius Curse."

"It's too early to draw conclusions now." Crouch said coldly, "Wake him up and take him back to the Ministry of Magic for a thorough interrogation."

A couple of hitters came over and took the man away.

"Minister." At this time, Mr. Weasley came over and said, "It is too dangerous for Harry to stay here. If possible, I hope to take him back immediately."

"No." Crouch said sternly, "We need to know more details. He can't leave now."

"Bati, I think we can go to the Ministry of Magic later to discuss this. There's no need to do it here." A witch in a woolen dressing gown said, "The child is frightened. It would be better to let him calm down. Maybe he can remember more details."

"Ah, yes, you're right." Fudge fiddled with his hat.

The person next to him immediately understood and brought an old tire.

Fudge took it and handed it to Mr. Weasley, then looked at Harry and said, "Kid, remember to come to the Ministry of Magic later. How about tomorrow? Before that, you can think carefully about what happened. The more detailed the better."

Harry looked at Mr. Weasley, not understanding what was going on, and when he saw that he had no objection, he nodded.

Although Crouch was dissatisfied, Fudge had already made the decision and there was nothing he could say. He could only turn around and leave with a cold face.

The others also left, leaving only a few Aurors guarding nearby.

Before leaving, Fudge reminded Mr. Weasley not to forget to take Harry to the Ministry of Magic tomorrow.

Mr. Weasley agreed, and they gathered around the tire, preparing to return to Ferret Hill.

While waiting, Kyle looked up at the door key distribution point not far away.

The line was longer than before, and people were still pouring in.

People want to leave here as quickly as possible. If they queue normally, they may not be able to leave even at noon.

"Ten seconds left, everyone get ready," said Mr. Weasley.

Everyone put their hands on the tire.

Kyle turned his head and took one last look in the direction of the camp.

Now that the crisis has been resolved, more and more people have begun to return to the camp to check if their tents have been destroyed. For a while, angry curses rang out one after another.

Suddenly, Kyle saw a familiar face flash by in the crowd.

Golden hair, bright peacock blue robe, and teeth that still shine in the dark.

Gilderoy Lockhart?

Kyle rubbed his eyes, trying to see more clearly, but in the blink of an eye, the other party disappeared.

…

(End of this chapter)