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Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures (Web Novel) - Chapter 491
Chapter 491
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"Elf!" Scrimgeour asked sternly. "Do you know who I am? I am Head of the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic!"
Winky began to rock backwards and forward on the ground. Her breath was interrupted by solid sobs from time to time!
When she heard that Scrimgeour was an Auror, she almost fainted again.
"A short while ago, the Dark Mark was conjured here. "Scrimgeour asked sharply, pointing with his wand firmly at Winky, "A moment later, you were discovered, right beneath the Mark! You need to give us an explanation!"
"I, I, I am not doing it, sir!" said Winky gasping for breath, "I am not knowing how, sir!"
"When you were found, you had a wand in your hand!" Scrimgeour said impatiently, taking the wand from a wizard and brandishing it in front of her. "Tell me, where did you get it?"
Harry standing in the crowd, suddenly said with amazement, "That's mine, sir!"
Everyone turned quickly and looked at the bewildered Harry.
"What did you say?!" Scrimgeour's face was full of shock and suspicion. "Is this your wand?!"
"That's my wand!" said Harry, swallowing, "I dropped it!"
"Hum, you dropped it? Is this a confession?" Scrimgeour groaned heavily and looked fiercely as if he were going to swallow Harry raw. "After conjuring the Mark, you just threw the wand aside?!"
"SCRIMGEOUR, pay attention to your words!" Sirius roared. "Think who you're talking to. Is Harry Potter likely to conjure the Dark Mark?!"
"Sirius Black!" Scrimgeour said with a hint of exclamation. "This kid is Harry Potter?!"
His sharp eyes quickly swept Sirius and Evan and then fell on Harry.
"We all saw him riding a broom in the sky just now, trying to save Evan and Hermione, who were fighting the Dark Wizard!" Sirius retorted, "This was what you, Aurors, should have done, but tonight it all depended on a few children. And now, you dare claim that Harry has conjured the Dark Mark?!"
He also pulled out his wand and pitted against Scrimgeour.
"Take it easy, Black!" Fudge hurriedly said. "Harry certainly can't conjure that, Mark. We all know that. Rufus is just asking Harry when he dropped his wand."
"Shortly after the chaos began, I think it was in the box."
When Harry talked about the box, Scrimgeour's face was even more unnatural. It was now in ruins.
Evan's powerful magic was still fresh in his memory, and everything tonight was extraordinary.
There were so many people waiting outside for the outcome, and they must make a quick decision.
Scrimgeour looked again at Winky curled up at his feet, and his eyes became colder. "Elf, you found this wand there, didn't you?" You picked it up and thought you could have some fun with it, didn't you?"
"I was not doing magic with it, sir!" squealed Winky, tears streaming down the sides of her squashed and bulbous nose, "I was, I was, I... I was picking it up, sir! I did not make the Dark Mark, sir, please, believe me, I do not know how to do it!"
"You can't use this magic? Easy to say," Scrimgeour said with a hint of solemnity in his voice. "Since this wand was in your hands, it must have something to do with you. There is a simple way of discovering the last spell a wand performed, elf, did you know that?"
Winky trembled and shook her head frantically, her ears flapping.
Scrimgeour ignored her and seemed to have made up his mind to catch the murderer hiding behind the scenes.
He looked up at Crouch, who said nothing, raised his own wand and placed it tip to tip with Harry's.
"Prior Incantato!" Scrimgeour said in a cold voice.
The crowd gasped, horrified, as a gigantic serpent-tongued skull erupted from the point where the two wands met, but it was a mere shadow of the green skull high above them; it looked as though it were made of thick grey smoke: the ghost of a spell.
"Deletrius!" Scrimgeour roared, and the smoky skull vanished in a wisp of smoke.
"What about that?" He showed a savage smile of triumph as he looked down upon Winky.
Winky was still shaking convulsively, looking very pitiful.
"I didn't do it!" she squealed, her eyes rolling in terror. "I did not, and I did not, I do not know how! I am a good elf, and I don't use wands. I do not know how to!"
"Enough, you've been caught red-handed, with the guilty wand in your hand!" Scrimgeour shouted. "Only a few wizards know how to do that spell… Tell us, where did you learn it?"
Winky screeched gasps like a broken bellow.
"Scrimgeour, perhaps you're suggesting..." said Mr Crouch spoke, cold anger in every syllable," that I routinely teach my servants to conjure the Dark Mark?"
Scrimgeour stared at him with a significantly repressed silence and a strange light in his eyes.
Hundreds of Ministry of Magic officials did not speak. Barty Crouch had a high status and majesty in the Ministry.
In particular, his experience had scared all wizards.
Fudge, who was supposed to be in charge, seemed frightened and panicked. He looked at Crouch for a moment and then turned to Scrimgeour.
"Everything is possible. We need to investigate!" Scrimgeour did not flinch, and his tone was equally cold.
Looking at him, it seemed sure that Crouch had planned the attack this evening. And in the end, he made his house-elf conjure the Dark Mark!
"I hope you remember the many proofs I have given, over my long career, that I despise and detest the Dark Arts and those who practice them!" Mr Crouch shouted, his eyes bulging.
"Obviously, but this doesn't explain why your house-elf has known this dark magic."
"She might have picked it up by chance anywhere!" Fudge said uneasily. "Okay, elf, tell me, where exactly did you find Harry's wand?"
Winky was twisting the hem of her tea towel so violently that it was fraying beneath her fingers.
"I, I found it there, sir..." she whispered. "There, in ruins, I was terrified. All the buildings were collapsing, and the stones kept falling. "
"Well, let me see, this matter is already obvious!" Fudge whispered. "The Dark wizard who fought Evan must have picked up Harry's wand in the box and finally conjured the Dark Mark. "
"Minister, I just saw someone Disapparate!" The wizard who first found Winky said in a hurry, "The figure suddenly disappeared from my sight and vanished at once..."
