Chapter 661 Leaving the Arena

When he pointed his finger at his chest, Rufus Fudge's face turned red, and his angry eyes were about to burst into flames!

He's just a mere Auror, but he actually dares to...

What he didn't notice was that when Sirius said that this guy had decided to transfer half of the Aurors to protect his own safety, many Aurors had angry looks on their faces.

They came to help after hearing that this guy was uncle-nephew to Fudge, but they didn't know that this guy actually...

Come to think of it, Fudge didn't know that his nephew was so bold and used his name to randomly dispatch Aurors. This was as ridiculous as the Prime Minister's nephew bringing half of the country's troops to his home to protect his own safety.

It would be fine if the minister himself was indeed in danger, but the captain of a mere Auror team actually did such a thing!

Sure enough, everyone in the Fudge family is stupid!

Many Aurors were already cursing these guys in their hearts, but they were helpless.

No matter how unhappy he is, this guy is still Fudge's nephew, and he is not someone who can be criticized casually by those who want to rely on the Minister of Magic to climb up the ranks.

"Sirius!" Mr. Weasley shouted, "What's going on over there? We've caught the two culprits. Who is responsible for the order of the arena now?"

Sirius then turned his head and looked at Mr. Weasley, "I'm so happy to see you are okay Arthur! But I may have to borrow your son now! Percy, although you haven't joined the Auror yet Special training camp to become a real Auror, and who knows when that damn training camp will be opened again, but we are short of manpower now!"

Percy said without hesitation, "No problem! I can start now!"

Mr. Weasley said, "That won't work! Percy... um..." Then he remembered that his son had graduated.

"Don't worry, Dad! You have to believe me." Percy gave Mr. Weasley a hug, "Besides, Captain Black won't let me run to a very dangerous place, right?"

While speaking, Black came to Robert and Hermione with some embarrassment, "Robert, do you have time to give these brothers of mine a healing spell? They are all a little injured. And Hermione, what kind of detoxification spell do you have?" Potion?"

"Of course." Robert waved his wand and cast magic on these Aurors who had been busy for a long time.

An Auror cried directly as he watched his wounds recover, "Thank God, I feel that my life is slowly recovering."

The Auror next to him covered his face, as if he didn't want to know him, "Kosai, you just scratched your skin a little, don't do this! We just happened to run out of fresh food!"

Hermione had already taken out most of her antidote potions, put them in a potion bag, and handed them all to Sirius, "I also have some white fresh ointment, which I mixed myself. Sirius, do you need it?"

"It's really a big help!" Sirius's eyes lit up, "A lot of what we brought with us was given to those unlucky ones who fell down. Now we are short of various medicines."

Hermione nodded and rummaged through her backpack again.

"Don't always stare at other people's girlfriends! Mr. Black." Robert's voice came faintly, and Sirius was a little confused. What, when did I stare at other people's girlfriends?

At this moment, there was only a "click" sound, and Sirius whined, and then he realized that his legs seemed to be connected.

The healing technique that exuded emerald green light fell on Sirius's leg. He only felt a numbness in his right leg, and then a refreshing feeling came.

His right leg actually healed!

Turning his head to look in astonishment, Sirius said in confusion, "Hey, boy, you never told me that you could pick up legs!"

"Then I never told you that I took the therapist qualification exam!" Robert couldn't help complaining, "How dare you let me treat the injuries of your friends."

Sirius was a little dumbfounded, as if he said, "Didn't I see how good you are with your healing magic?!"

Then Robert reminded him, "Hermione has not taken the pharmacist exam. I suggest you not to give her potions to others and destroy those potion bottles after use. Otherwise, it may cause trouble for her."

"What trouble can there be if I'm here!" Sirius muttered dissatisfiedly, but when he saw the livid-faced Rufus beside him, he understood instantly.

Isn't there still an empty-headed idiot?

If he revealed that Hermione and Robert were not qualified as pharmacists and therapists, the Ministry of Magic might be able to cause trouble for them on the excuse that underage wizards could not use magic and potions outside of school.

Forget about Robert, after all, he can barely be regarded as a pure-blood wizard, but not Hermione. Her family is all Muggles. If someone catches this, it will only bring her endless trouble.

After realizing this, Sirius immediately put aside his indifferent thoughts and said seriously, "Don't worry! I will never let others have the opportunity to cause trouble for you!"

With that said, he called his subordinates and took the unconscious pure-blood wizards out of the box.

Although Sirius was a little unhappy, the lives of these pure-blood wizards were indeed quite valuable. If they were left here like this, no one would be able to take responsibility for any problems.

Thinking of this, Sirius couldn't help but glance at the two unconscious hapless guys.

I just don’t know if these two people can calm down the anger of those pure-blooded gentlemen.

The Weasley family also followed Sirius and hurriedly left the box.

The arena was still in chaos, and everyone wanted to leave here quickly, return to their tents, and then use the portkey to leave this terrible hell, but unfortunately, the Aurors told them, no.

As for why not.

"We have enough evidence to show that many of you have brought items that should not have been brought, items that belong to a very evil dark wizard." Scrimgeour, director of the Auror Office, was informed and rushed to take charge of the overall situation. , stood in front of the gate and blocked everyone with righteous words, "If those people don't hand over the things you shouldn't have, please don't blame me for temporarily detaining all of you!"

His words naturally made the wizards very dissatisfied. Many people in the crowd were cursing him and threatening to oust him.

But when the Aurors found a gold coin with a black film mark on a person, Scrimgeour quietly breathed a sigh of relief and said loudly, "Why do you think you couldn't disapparate away before?! This is the reason!"

He raised the gold coin, "That's it! The gold coin engraved with the Dark Devil's mark! It hinders everyone's hope of escape!"