Chapter 136
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Yi Yang Shi Ming Yue
All the innocent people were put back, and Mr. Weasley stayed again. In fact, nothing happened, but the Ministry of Magic was really scared and had to call all the people that could be called.
Before the newspaper published it, there was already an uproar in the public. The media really couldn't play the role of publicity it should have in front of this extremely shocking news, which was a little redundant.
Fudge and a group of Ministry of Magic officials now feel that the "Daily Prophet" is quite redundant as never before, even including the third-rate publication "The Quibbler".
At that time, hundreds of thousands of wizards from all continents and countries participated in the Quidditch World Cup, especially the host country, Britain. Almost every wizarding family had at least one person to participate.
Therefore, when more than 10 people escaped, the news would follow, and the Ministry of Magic didn't have to bother to block the news.
Family members who came back successfully or were only slightly injured would only lament that they were safe and sound, and then think about it from time to time in the days to come and brag about how they broke out with great power.
However, among those 10 people, there are always those who are patronized by the god of death.
Burning to death, cursing to death, falling to death, trampling to death... Many death methods in human history are almost gathered in this game.
When some people returned home with a crippled body, the family would cry and clamor for the Ministry of Magic to return them a complete family.
Some people never come back, and there are still people who cry, while some people leave their families forever.
It is hard to describe the tragedy of this attack. For the British wizards, they have begun to doubt whether their normal life can be guaranteed.
The level of panic is even approaching that of Voldemort, and this time the incident is very likely to be related to Voldemort.
The Dark Mark covering the sky was seen by many people, and people began to speculate whether Voldemort was coming back?
Compared with the restoration of Voldemort, this attack seems to be much lighter.
Countless people began to flock to the Ministry of Magic. Whether it was the media or ordinary wizards, they all tried their best to get any news from a Ministry of Magic employee.
The media doesn't care, they seem to want to get a big enough news, even if they know Voldemort's return that day, they may only be excited about the big news.
Ordinary wizards, on the other hand, hoped to hear the words "the mysterious man will not return" from even a Ministry of Magic sweeper.
In fact, the staff of the Ministry of Magic are also miserable, so why don't they want to get more news?To be honest, they are actually more afraid of Voldemort's return than other wizards.
As a political institution in the wizarding world, if Voldemort returns, they will be closer to Voldemort than ordinary people, and even face him.
Even a brutal dictator, with their temperament of adapting to the wind, can do well.
But how can Voldemort be described as brutal?
Even if he was walking on the street and caught a random glimpse of a child passing by, he would have the idea of killing it.
During this time, letters of resignation appeared on the desks of some senior Ministry of Magic officials.
Already understaffed, it was even more difficult to leave so many people now, Fudge almost ripped his poor single hairs.
However, there were still people who enjoyed it. Percy, who had just entered the Ministry of Magic, was busy with work, and he didn't see any complaints from him. Instead, he often heard him say that it was because his superiors valued him that he assigned him a job.
This gave Percy too many performance opportunities, which made him very excited, and he even felt that he was extremely lucky to catch up with such a thing, for a person like him who just entered the workplace.
The busier he got, the more energetic he became, and he even found the air of a busy boss.
"Percy, you haven't finished your breakfast yet!" Mrs. Weasley saw Percy hastily got up from the table, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left in the bowl.
Without looking back, Percy started to fiddle with the business attire that had been laid on the sofa earlier in the morning.
"Recently, the ministry has to dispose of a batch of crucibles, but after inspection, there are defective products in them. Out of responsibility for consumers, I must dispose of them as soon as possible."
He hurriedly put on his tie and tied his neck tightly, which made Ron feel inexplicably suffocated.
Mrs. Weasley banged the pot loudly, "No matter what you have to deal with, you have to eat enough!"
"It's too late, the minister will be in a hurry." After a few crackles, Percy Apparated and disappeared.
In fact, he could choose a fireplace, which would save more effort, but he thought it would make his body covered in ashes, so he insisted on apparating every day, and teleporting to the Ministry of Magic through the centralized entrance.
Mrs. Weasley let out a sigh of relief and dropped the ladle into the pot in resignation.
"I think he has a good chance of being a minister"
"The minister appointed him to be busy"
George and Fred pursed their lips when Percy was gone.
"Don't say that, it's always right for young people to be hardworking." Mr. Weasley ate a sandwich in one bite, his mouth puffed up, and Mrs. Weasley slapped him reproachfully.
……
"The Ministry of Magic is in big trouble this time." Hermione read the latest "Daily Prophet" non-stop, and the Dark Mark in the magic photo on it was still wriggling. Very appalling.
During this period of time, the major publishing houses could no longer find better news. As long as one newspaper published the attack on the Quidditch World Cup, other news would be ignored.
That magical image of the Dark Mark has been in the Daily Prophet for a long time.
"Is there no security personnel at the Ministry of Magic?"
"That's not true. I saw it last time. There are still a lot of Aurors." Ron was fiddling with something in his pocket.
"Aurors? How many Aurors can there be in the entire Ministry of Magic? There were nearly 10 people in the venue at that time, Mr. Weasley said...but there is really no other way", Hermione threw the newspaper aside, She can memorize all the above news.
Since the headlines are similar every day, the editors seem to be exhausted, and it is difficult to imagine more hot spots on this matter.
Even a lot of text is repeated.
Draco didn't say a word about it, and no one in the crowd asked him about it.
Being able to know the attack plan in advance, Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, must be related to the attacker this time, and he may even be someone under the mask.
This is not difficult to imagine, after all, if Lucius had not sponsored a large sum of money to the Ministry of Magic back then, he might have gone to Azkaban to explain to the dementors that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse.
"Candy, snacks, anyone want?"
The voice of the aunt selling snacks on the train came from afar, and Ron was digging his hands more diligently in his pockets, and his face was a little cramped, as if he was thinking about something.
Finally, the trolley appeared at the door of the box, "Children, do you want some candy?" The old aunt selling snacks has not changed at all.
"Ah, I want a box of blowing treasures, and a licorice wand." Ron stood up as if waiting for the trolley to arrive.
He took out his hand from his pocket, looked at the scattered Nat and Xi Ke, and pondered for a while, "Forget it... Forget it, just blow the treasure."
"Let me pay," Harry skillfully began to take out the money.
"No, we're going to blow treasures." Ron lowered his head, paid the money, and sat back with a small box of blow treasures.
Before the newspaper published it, there was already an uproar in the public. The media really couldn't play the role of publicity it should have in front of this extremely shocking news, which was a little redundant.
Fudge and a group of Ministry of Magic officials now feel that the "Daily Prophet" is quite redundant as never before, even including the third-rate publication "The Quibbler".
At that time, hundreds of thousands of wizards from all continents and countries participated in the Quidditch World Cup, especially the host country, Britain. Almost every wizarding family had at least one person to participate.
Therefore, when more than 10 people escaped, the news would follow, and the Ministry of Magic didn't have to bother to block the news.
Family members who came back successfully or were only slightly injured would only lament that they were safe and sound, and then think about it from time to time in the days to come and brag about how they broke out with great power.
However, among those 10 people, there are always those who are patronized by the god of death.
Burning to death, cursing to death, falling to death, trampling to death... Many death methods in human history are almost gathered in this game.
When some people returned home with a crippled body, the family would cry and clamor for the Ministry of Magic to return them a complete family.
Some people never come back, and there are still people who cry, while some people leave their families forever.
It is hard to describe the tragedy of this attack. For the British wizards, they have begun to doubt whether their normal life can be guaranteed.
The level of panic is even approaching that of Voldemort, and this time the incident is very likely to be related to Voldemort.
The Dark Mark covering the sky was seen by many people, and people began to speculate whether Voldemort was coming back?
Compared with the restoration of Voldemort, this attack seems to be much lighter.
Countless people began to flock to the Ministry of Magic. Whether it was the media or ordinary wizards, they all tried their best to get any news from a Ministry of Magic employee.
The media doesn't care, they seem to want to get a big enough news, even if they know Voldemort's return that day, they may only be excited about the big news.
Ordinary wizards, on the other hand, hoped to hear the words "the mysterious man will not return" from even a Ministry of Magic sweeper.
In fact, the staff of the Ministry of Magic are also miserable, so why don't they want to get more news?To be honest, they are actually more afraid of Voldemort's return than other wizards.
As a political institution in the wizarding world, if Voldemort returns, they will be closer to Voldemort than ordinary people, and even face him.
Even a brutal dictator, with their temperament of adapting to the wind, can do well.
But how can Voldemort be described as brutal?
Even if he was walking on the street and caught a random glimpse of a child passing by, he would have the idea of killing it.
During this time, letters of resignation appeared on the desks of some senior Ministry of Magic officials.
Already understaffed, it was even more difficult to leave so many people now, Fudge almost ripped his poor single hairs.
However, there were still people who enjoyed it. Percy, who had just entered the Ministry of Magic, was busy with work, and he didn't see any complaints from him. Instead, he often heard him say that it was because his superiors valued him that he assigned him a job.
This gave Percy too many performance opportunities, which made him very excited, and he even felt that he was extremely lucky to catch up with such a thing, for a person like him who just entered the workplace.
The busier he got, the more energetic he became, and he even found the air of a busy boss.
"Percy, you haven't finished your breakfast yet!" Mrs. Weasley saw Percy hastily got up from the table, and there was still half a bowl of porridge left in the bowl.
Without looking back, Percy started to fiddle with the business attire that had been laid on the sofa earlier in the morning.
"Recently, the ministry has to dispose of a batch of crucibles, but after inspection, there are defective products in them. Out of responsibility for consumers, I must dispose of them as soon as possible."
He hurriedly put on his tie and tied his neck tightly, which made Ron feel inexplicably suffocated.
Mrs. Weasley banged the pot loudly, "No matter what you have to deal with, you have to eat enough!"
"It's too late, the minister will be in a hurry." After a few crackles, Percy Apparated and disappeared.
In fact, he could choose a fireplace, which would save more effort, but he thought it would make his body covered in ashes, so he insisted on apparating every day, and teleporting to the Ministry of Magic through the centralized entrance.
Mrs. Weasley let out a sigh of relief and dropped the ladle into the pot in resignation.
"I think he has a good chance of being a minister"
"The minister appointed him to be busy"
George and Fred pursed their lips when Percy was gone.
"Don't say that, it's always right for young people to be hardworking." Mr. Weasley ate a sandwich in one bite, his mouth puffed up, and Mrs. Weasley slapped him reproachfully.
……
"The Ministry of Magic is in big trouble this time." Hermione read the latest "Daily Prophet" non-stop, and the Dark Mark in the magic photo on it was still wriggling. Very appalling.
During this period of time, the major publishing houses could no longer find better news. As long as one newspaper published the attack on the Quidditch World Cup, other news would be ignored.
That magical image of the Dark Mark has been in the Daily Prophet for a long time.
"Is there no security personnel at the Ministry of Magic?"
"That's not true. I saw it last time. There are still a lot of Aurors." Ron was fiddling with something in his pocket.
"Aurors? How many Aurors can there be in the entire Ministry of Magic? There were nearly 10 people in the venue at that time, Mr. Weasley said...but there is really no other way", Hermione threw the newspaper aside, She can memorize all the above news.
Since the headlines are similar every day, the editors seem to be exhausted, and it is difficult to imagine more hot spots on this matter.
Even a lot of text is repeated.
Draco didn't say a word about it, and no one in the crowd asked him about it.
Being able to know the attack plan in advance, Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, must be related to the attacker this time, and he may even be someone under the mask.
This is not difficult to imagine, after all, if Lucius had not sponsored a large sum of money to the Ministry of Magic back then, he might have gone to Azkaban to explain to the dementors that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse.
"Candy, snacks, anyone want?"
The voice of the aunt selling snacks on the train came from afar, and Ron was digging his hands more diligently in his pockets, and his face was a little cramped, as if he was thinking about something.
Finally, the trolley appeared at the door of the box, "Children, do you want some candy?" The old aunt selling snacks has not changed at all.
"Ah, I want a box of blowing treasures, and a licorice wand." Ron stood up as if waiting for the trolley to arrive.
He took out his hand from his pocket, looked at the scattered Nat and Xi Ke, and pondered for a while, "Forget it... Forget it, just blow the treasure."
"Let me pay," Harry skillfully began to take out the money.
"No, we're going to blow treasures." Ron lowered his head, paid the money, and sat back with a small box of blow treasures.
