My Understanding Is Incredible, I Built A Floating City In Hogwarts

When Dumbledore and Voldemort engaged in an unprecedented duel, the riot on the Quidditch pitch had come to an end.

Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge finally came out of hiding and, accompanied by Nymphadora Tonks, shuttled through the auditorium to visit the wizards who were scarred by the battles and riots.

Fudge felt his cheeks hurt. He felt as if he had been tricked by the Deputy Auror Director.

The original imagined scene was that he appeared when people were most vulnerable, like a beacon lighting up the dark night, bringing them comfort and strength.

He originally thought that as a minister, his condolences would earn people's gratitude and support - at least that's what Tonks advised him.

He foolishly believed it.

Only now did I realize that Tonks' words sounded nice, but the reality was not what he imagined at all!

In the eyes of the people who had just experienced the disaster, he, the dignified Minister of Magic, was just an outlet to vent their emotions.

These people either begged or sternly threatened, demanding that the Ministry of Magic reveal the truth and severely punish those who caused the trouble.

In order to comfort these agitated people, Fudge's bare forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

"Minister, the weather is a bit hot. Wipe your sweat." Lucius Malfoy beside him carefully handed over a handkerchief, and Fudge took it and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"Lucius, for the application you submitted last time, the Ministry of Magic will respond to you as soon as possible." Fudge raised his chin, his voice full of good intentions.

"That's wonderful, Your Excellency Minister." Lucius bowed slightly, with a smile flashing in his eyes. However, the smile was like a delicate mask, lacking sincerity. It was just that he was a pure-blood wizard and had repeated it countless times. Polite expressions developed through training.

Deep in Lucius's heart, there was no ripple of joy, but instead was shrouded in deep worry and fear.

His former master made such a big noise and made such a big move, but he didn't know anything about it. He was not even summoned by the former master to participate. This feeling of being excluded made him uneasy.

He would rather be summoned and be scolded by Voldemort, or even take a [Cruciatus Curse], than what he is doing now.

What made him even more anxious was that he failed to warn Levin Green because he had no information in advance. Did the Dark Lord and Levin Green doubt the Malfoy family's loyalty?

Will they take adverse action against the Malfoy family?

These doubts kept lingering in his mind like dark shadows.

Thinking of this, Lucius looked worriedly at his son Draco, who was helping to treat the wounded not far away, with both relief and fear in his heart.

Decorah's performance in the riot just now was indeed great. He stood up in time to maintain the order of Slytherin - at least those young pure-blood wizards who were willing to follow him, and took them to the Erudite Society. Take shelter in a shield.

After that, he and many other young wizards formed a magic circle to provide energy for the protection of the country.

His performance is remarkable even in the Brilliant Learning Society. It can be said that compared with the past, he has undergone earth-shaking changes - he is no longer the naughty little troublemaker.

However, another kind of uneasiness surged in Lucius's heart.

I have clearly told Draco to be cautious at times like this and not to blindly take the lead - this is the ancestral motto that the Malfoy family relies on forever.

But that little bastard forgot all about these instructings after that damn mudblood girl gave the order.

Are you so willing to listen to that mudblood?!

"Please rest assured that our Ministry of Magic will severely punish the culprits of this crime. No matter who planned and participated in this vicious attack, they will not escape the harshest punishment. In fact, judging from the situation at the scene, this group We have captured all the thugs who committed crimes!"

When Malfoy was worried, Fudge made an impassioned assurance to the crowd, his tone full of firmness and justice.

Turning around, he gracefully came to a group of knowledgeable young wizards. After the danger was relieved, they immediately stood up and used the magic they learned to help treat the wounded.

Fudge praised warmly, "I just saw your performance just now. What you used, uh...

He was speechless for a moment and couldn't remember what spell they used to resist the attack just now.

"That's called [Power Wall Technique], Minister." Tonks reminded appropriately.

"Yes, it's the [Force Wall Technique]. You used it very well." Fudge said, and promised sincerely, "When you graduate, the Ministry of Magic welcomes you to join."

"Especially you, Miss Hermione Granger." Fudge looked at Hermione with a look of satisfaction on his face, obviously very satisfied with his memory, "Even if you are born as a Muggle, you can do so well. Just now. You are organizing everyone's defense, right?"

Although it was a compliment, Hermione heard the hidden meaning in the other person's words.

That would imply that Muggle-born wizards should naturally behave worse than purebloods.

This is the implicit discrimination that exists in the wizarding world.

Hermione finally experienced this firsthand, and she could only smile stiffly and nodded in recognition.

At this moment, Fudge accidentally glanced at the referee's box, and his eyes suddenly froze.

Because he saw Cirilla leading a group of uniformed Aurors towards the referee's seat.

After the arena gradually returned to order, Barty Crouch Sr. has been standing on the steps of the spectator stands, his face more serious than before, and his withered face has no luster.

Together with the uninjured adult wizards, under the guidance of Madam Pomfrey, he was providing healing pots to the wizards who were injured in the chaos.

However, at this moment, the sound of hurried leather boots hitting the ground came, causing a commotion among everyone.

People all turned their attention to the direction where the sound came from, and saw Cirilla leading several Aurors in uniforms, walking straight towards Old Barty Crouch.

Cirilla stopped in front of Crouch and raised her hand to signal her men to stop the brutal act of directly arresting Crouch.

"Director Crouch, please forgive me, we have just captured the mastermind of this attack," Cirilla said in a calm tone, words that were horrifying to Crouch, "and he is yours." Son’s Barty Crouch Jr.”

"My son?" Old Crouch raised his eyelids and seemed very surprised, "I don't know what you are talking about."

But Cirila keenly saw that his hand holding the wand was shaking.

She shook her head and continued: "When we arrested him, he was using the compound potion to transform into Alastor Moody. There is evidence that he lurked in Hogwarts as Moody for a whole year. This This riot is directly related to him."

Facing Old Crouch, who still looked like he had nothing to do with me, Cirilla sighed,

………Please give me flowers…

The old guy still can't shed tears without seeing the coffin.

So, she had no choice but to provide further evidence: "Based on the preliminary information we obtained from [Legilimency] on him, we found that the reason he is still alive is because he successfully escaped from prison with the assistance of you and your late wife. The real dead Barty Crouch Jr. was actually disguised by your wife drinking Polyjuice Potion. In order to avoid him being discovered, you even illegally used it on our colleague Bertha Jorkins at the Ministry of Magic. The Forgetting Curse], causing her to now suffer from irreversible amnesia.

Crouch's hands shook more seriously, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Finally, because of your relationship with him and your role as a referee in the game, we also suspect that you are connected with some of the 'accidents' that occurred in these games and the attacks in this game. Now you need to contact We return to the Ministry of Magic to cooperate with the investigation."

Until Cirilla finished explaining the reasons for the arrest, Crouch still acted as if he hadn't heard anything, and even began to continue casting healing spells on the injured.

It wasn't until the treatment was completed that Barty Crouch Sr. stood up. He patted the non-existent dust on his knees, slowly arranged his magic robe, and finally straightened his hat before turning his head to face Cirella. He said in a deep voice: "Lead the way!

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From a distance, Fudge saw Crouch being surrounded by Aurors headed by Cirilla and leaving, and he could no longer maintain the smile on his face.

He said to Tonks gloomily: "Jaina had a premeditated plan, right? What did she want to do?"

Before Tonks could explain, he shook his robe angrily and left quickly.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to react now.

Jaina had just finished the purge and lifted the blockade on magic.

Fudge was simmering with anger all the way, but returned to the Ministry of Magic smoothly without seeing anything unusual along the way.

As soon as he returned to the Ministry of Magic, he received an invitation from Jaina Proudmoore.

The other party invited him to his own minister's office for an interview.

This strange invitation left Fudge confused.

But when Umbridge found him, he learned what had happened to the Ministry of Magic.

After learning that not only Crouch, but the entire Crouch family's power in the Ministry of Magic had been annexed by Jaina Proudmoore, Fudge could no longer remain calm.

He couldn't imagine that Gianna would do such a big thing.

Obviously before today, she had always been respectful to him and acted like a good subordinate.

He rushed into the minister's office and saw Jaina calmly sitting in the seat where he usually sat when discussing matters with Fudge, and he suddenly became furious.

He casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf and slammed it on the table.

It was a thick book with a human face on the spine. The human face was still sleeping, but he woke it up and let out a painful groan.

But Fudge's roar completely drowned out the groans of the book.

"Jaina Proudmoore! Do you still think of me as the Minister of Magic?"

"Minister, it would be good for you and me to deal with Barty Crouch. The discord between you and him is no longer a secret, isn't it?" Facing Fudge, who was like an angry bull, Jaina seemed unusually calm. , no more respect than before.

"Don't play such tricks on me. You and I both know that he has long lost the qualification to be the Minister of Magic!" Fudge punched the table angrily, and the whole office shook and buzzed. .