Arms Dealers From Hogwarts

"The Arms Dealer from Hogwarts ()"

Jemini could understand why Sirius was so happy.

Barty Crouch, the current director of the International Magic Cooperation Department, the former director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, the original Sirius, was sent directly to Azkaban without a trial.

Although there are reasons why Sirius himself doesn't want to come out, but seeing this guy being sent in, he will inevitably gloat at the misfortune.

No, it would be better to say that he was extremely happy, and his laughter never stopped...

When the people from the Ministry of Magic left, Jemini and the others returned to the tent.

"What will happen to the flash?"

As soon as everyone left the clearing, Hermione couldn't help asking.

"It's going to be a good life, I'll find a chance to buy her." Jemini said softly.

"How could they treat her like that!" Hermione said in a tone, "Mr. Diggory calls her Leprechaun... and Mr. Crouch, look at him, if it wasn't for Jemini, he just put the All the blame is on Winky!"

"Look, it's me?" Jemini grinned.

"Um..." Hermione took Jemini's arm.

"Why is everyone so nervous about that skeleton?" Harry couldn't help asking.

"I'll explain it to you when I get back to the tent." Mr. Weasley said eagerly, a little worried about the others.

When they reached the edge of the woods, the crowd encountered a large group of wizards, who gathered there with a terrified expression, and when they saw the crowd coming, many people rushed forward.

"What's going on over there?"

"Who made that mark?"

"Arthur—could it be—he?"

"Of course it's not him." Mr. Weasley said impatiently: "I don't know who it is... maybe it's just a group of drunken Death Eaters, the problem has been solved, all right, let's get out of the way, I want to go back Go to sleep."

The crowd passed through the crowd and returned to the camp. The whole camp was quiet now, and there were no more rioting masked wizards. Charlie stuck his head out from behind the curtain of a tent.

"Dad, what's the matter?" he asked in the dark. "Fred, George, and Ginny are all home safely, but the others—"

"They're all back," said Mr. Weasley, and everyone got into the tent.

Several people seemed to be safe, but Fred, George and Ginny looked a little frightened.

"Did you catch them, Dad?" Bill asked. "Those who made the mark?"

"Well... no." Mr. Weasley gave Jemini an embarrassed look: "But things are resolved."

"solved?"

"Those... marchers... were all killed by Jemini on the spot." Mr. Weasley looked a little unnatural.

"But the man who made the mark didn't catch it. It was Barty Crouch Jr. who picked up Harry's wand and made the mark, then shoved the wand at the elf and ran away."

"what?"

Everyone was surprised for a while, whether it was the Death Eater being killed by Jemini, or the matter of Barty Crouch Jr.

Mr. Weasley told them exactly what happened, and Percy looked embarrassed.

The twins sat up in shock from the dying, burning my calories.

With warm smiles on their faces, they wrapped Percy's shoulders from left to right.

"Ha, Mr. Crouch never rests!"

"Hey, Mr. Crouch is well behaved!"

"I'm going to be like Mr. Crouch--"

"And move into Azkaban!"

"What did you say, Weatherby (Crouch called Percy by the wrong name)?" The two asked in unison, then laughed arrogantly, and Percy's face flushed with embarrassment.

The tent was full of merry air.

"Okay, can anyone explain what that skeleton is?" Ron said impatiently, "Why is everyone making such a fuss."

"That thing is the symbol of the Mysterious Man.

"Charlotte explained: "But it hasn't appeared in more than ten years. Every time the Death Eaters are in trouble, the party releases a black mark in the sky. "

"I haven't seen it in thirteen years. People are naturally nervous. It's like seeing You-Know-Who again." Mr. Weasley said softly.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Ron frowned. "I mean, it's just a shadow, isn't it?"

Beside him, Harry looked puzzled too.

"It's not what it is, it's what it brings. Imagine when you get home, the Dark Mark hovering over your house, what do you think you'll see when you go there?" Opened a bottle of wine, leaned on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and gulped a few sips.

Everyone fell silent, only Fred and George didn't seem to care.

"What are you afraid of, those guys were all killed by Jemini, weren't they?" Fred reminded.

The crowd got excited again.

"By the way, I haven't asked yet, how much have you killed?" Bill asked excitedly.

Jemini thought back for a moment: "About three hundred people."

There was a long breath in the tent.

"If I remember correctly, this number is more than all the Death Eaters ever caught by the Ministry of Magic..." Charlie calculated: "Oh my god, it's scary..."

"Yeah..." Mr. Weasley nodded, he felt that Jemini was too murderous, but didn't say anything.

He is not the kind of foolish person who believes in not killing anything. In fact, most people in the magic world are like this. Although they never kill people, they don't think it's bad to kill these dark wizards.

A lot of people don't kill people because of their kindness, but when it's really a crisis, they never mind killing a few Death Eaters, like Mrs. Weasley, a fat woman with a benevolent face when her daughter is in danger. , the soaring spell killed Bellatrix on the spot.

"By the way, what are Death Eaters?" Harry asked.

"You really should read more books." Jemini waved his hand: "The Death Eaters are Voldemort's followers, and they are also your enemies. You should know more about them."

"This time the matter has come to an end." Jemini said lightly: "Barty Crouch stepped down, but he has a lot of power under his hands... Is Mr. Weasley interested?"

"Uh? Me?" Mr. Weasley hesitated. "I'm actually pretty good now—"

"Dad!" Percy frowned, seeming to be very dissatisfied with his father's aggressive attitude: "Even for Ron and Ginny, you should work hard!"

If such a good thing could fall on Percy, he might be able to kneel on the spot for Jemini...

"It's not the same thing, I love my job now, and Percy, the unsuitable people sitting in important positions will only make things worse, I'm not suitable for this." Weasley The gentleman said seriously: "But if it's something else, maybe it's fine."

Percy pursed his lips, and seemed to hate that iron is not steel, but the others looked as expected.

"Then... Charlotte, I think you wouldn't mind being a little busy?" Jemini smiled gently.

"I listen to you."

"very good."