harleyscars Chapter 144 That's Actually My Wand
Chapter 144 That's Actually My Wand
"Ron, Harry, Hermione, are you all right?"
Mr. Weasley said, helping them to their feet, but was interrupted by a cold voice.
"Get out of the way, Arthur."
"Which one of you did it? Which one of you summoned the Dark Mark?"
Old Barty Crouch came forward. His angry face was slightly tired.
"We didn't call him!"
Harry protested, pointing at the skulls flickering in the night sky.
"We didn't do anything! Why are you attacking us?"
Ron complained to his father indignantly.
"Don't lie! You were the only ones at the crime scene."
Mr. Crouch shouted angrily, and Harry was not sure whether there was more anger or hatred in his eyes.
"Bati...they are just kids..."
"At their age, they shouldn't be able to—"
A witch in a long woolen nightgown said softly.
The witch was interrupted before she could finish her words.
"I summoned you."
The wizards immediately raised their wands high up and pointed them at the newcomers, but there were three gaps left in the encirclement.
Harry turned his head hastily, looking for the voice that was so familiar to him but for some reason no longer bright.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Crouch's brow seemed to be shrouded in worry because of this confession.
A slender figure slowly walked out from the depths of the woods where Harry and the other two had just stopped.
He walked slowly, his eyes were empty, his right hand was tightly holding a familiar magic wand, and his left hand was still covering his heart.
Old Barty exclaimed, and the discomfort and frustration in his tone almost evoked Harry's thoughts.
"Miss Malfoy?"
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The old gentleman's sharp expression just now disappeared.
What was left on his face was an expression of indescribable confusion and loss.
In addition to Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was at the apprenticeship ball with Old Barty and had a good chat with Draco,
No adult wizard present could understand old Barty's distraught look.
"Are they that familiar?"
Ron whispered in Harry's ear, but was immediately silenced by Hermione.
Harry turned a deaf ear to Ron's words and just stood there motionless, like old Barty.
The difference was that Draco's empty expression seemed to hollow out Harry's heart as well.
What flows out is the reluctance and worry that comes from intuition.
The girl in front of him didn't have the familiar aloofness and arrogance, and the light in her eyes had long since disappeared.
The slender limbs and beautiful features were cold, like a porcelain doll without a heart.
Only the five fingers of his left hand, which was guarding his heart, trembled slightly, faintly revealing an unwilling struggle.
"Since you have surrendered yourself..."
A wizard with a goatee spoke up, and might cast a Stunning Spell on Draco in the next second.
Before Harry could react, Hermione took a step forward.
"It wasn't her! We just came from that direction and didn't see her at all."
"From the sound of the spell being cast, it seems that there was a man hiding deep in the woods, shouting a spell."
Barty Sr. came back to his senses in an instant and glanced at Hermione with narrowed eyes.
"There's a man hiding deep in the woods, isn't there? Maybe you guys saw something else?"
Before Hermione could say anything, old Barty seemed to know what she was thinking and walked towards the woods without looking back.
……
"Be careful!"
Several wizards could not help but warn, and Kingsley quickly asked Amos Diggory to bring three wizards to follow Mr. Crouch.
At the same time, he gently came to Draco, raised his wand, and whispered to Draco.
"It worked! We got them! But, oops-!"
Mr. Diggory's excited shouts came to an abrupt end.
"Amos? Did you catch anyone?"
Mr. Weasley demanded.
After a while, Mr. Diggory led the wizards who had gone to help back, looking embarrassed.
The wizards, including Mr. Weasley, quickly came over, but Harry and Kingsley remained beside Draco.
"who is it?"
the witch in her woolen nightgown asked curiously.
"Well... this is a little embarrassing... it's Barty Crouch's house-elf..."
"Where are the Batis?"
"He seemed to think there must be some remnants of the gang nearby, so he asked us to return first..."
Before Mr. Diggory could finish his explanation, Kingsley suddenly exclaimed.
"Miss Malfoy! It's okay! It's okay!"
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Everyone turned their heads.
Draco was no longer standing upright, but was falling backwards like a puppet with its strings cut.
The wand in his hand had already fallen to the ground, but fortunately Kingsley and Harry acted in time and supported Draco's shoulders respectively.
"Good boy, thank you."
The tall African wizard smiled at Harry and spoke softly.
"Is this the first time we meet? I'm Kingsley Shacklebolt, Auror. Can you hold her first?"
"I'm going to check on Batty. Why hasn't he come out yet?"
Harry looked at Kingsley's magnetic, deep voice in front of him.
Harry's uneasy heart was slightly settled and he nodded.
As Kingsley let go, Draco fell backwards weakly into Harry's arms.
He was extremely distressed to find that her skin was cold in his arms, she was shivering, and her hands hung limply.
Kingsley had just taken a few steps when old Barty walked out of the depths of the woods with a sullen look on his face.
Behind him was Shanshan, who had already been lured away by his drifting spell and was under a stunning spell. Then he threw her to the ground with a bang.
"how could you do this!"
Hermione's angry scream cut through the moonlight.
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"What happened?"
Mr. Weasley asked, frowning in confusion.
"Let's recap. There are three suspicious suspects at the Dark Mark scene."
"But they denied the crime, and then a young girl turned herself in—"
Mr. Diggory took over, gathered his thoughts, and kept looking at Harry and the other three.
"But the three suspects testified that the criminal was a male."
"We stepped into the woods and could find no possible traces of a male."
"But found Mr. Crouch's elf..."
"It's simple, isn't it?"
"We can identify the culprit by simply looking at the girl's wand to see if there are any signs of the Dark Mark being summoned?"
The wizard with a goatee said this as a matter of course.
“That’s certainly one way to go.”
"Pre-Flashback Curse."
Mr. Diggory said, coming over to Harry and Draco.
He picked up the wand that fell on the ground and spoke to it.
When a vague, ghostly image like a spell floated out from the tip of the wand,
Harry realized with surprise that it was his own wand.
I wondered in disbelief how it was possible that I didn't recognize him at first sight.
Little did she know that, ever since she saw Draco's strange figure,
My whole mind was focused on the woman I went on a date with last night.
The cursed ghost took on the appearance of the Dark Mark,
Mr. Diggory frowned as he cast the spell to remove the previous one.
"The evidence is irrefutable..."
He pointed his wand coldly at Draco in Harry's arms.
"Amos"
Mr. Crouch and Shacklebolt sounded the alarm simultaneously.
"She's the Malfoy daughter, isn't she? The one that was on the cover of Witch Weekly?"
The witch in her woolen nightgown examined it closely.
"I didn't know you were interested in reading that kind of magazine..."
"Besides, we are also aware of the entanglement between the Malfoy family and the Death Eaters."
"Lucius Malfoy may well be among that group."
' said Mr Diggory, with a touch of contempt.
Over Draco's slumped shoulders, Harry could see Ron nodding.
He could feel Draco in his arms trying hard to get up.
It's unclear whether he's slowly regaining his strength or is instinctively wanting to defend his father and family.
"Don't worry, just rest first."
Harry held her shoulders tightly and whispered, lowering his head.
Although he didn't know whether she could hear him, he turned to Mr. Diggory and spoke.
"Well, Mr. Diggory, that's actually my wand."
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