Chapter 663 Focus

"Ward! Calm down!" Mr. Weasley reminded loudly, "You are safe now, in my tent! No one will drag you out to work again! Wake up!"

Auror Ward stood there in confusion, and it seemed that it took him a long time to come to his senses. When he realized that he was in the Weasley family's tent, he was still a little embarrassed.

"Uh, I'm sorry, I mean, sorry, Arthur, Molly, for bothering you so late." Hua De scratched his head and his eyes became clearer, "I'm so tired, I feel like I can hardly control myself. By myself."

"You should take a good rest." Mrs. Weasley said disapprovingly, "Even if it doesn't work, you can get two sobriety potions."

Hua De showed an embarrassed and poor smile, "I can't match it, I can't afford it."

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley responded with helpless expressions.

Feeling a little embarrassed, Huade picked up the water glass on the table and drank a glass of wine. He even burped happily.

"Why does this smell a little weird?" He hadn't slept for many days, which caused the Auror's sense of taste to deteriorate a bit. "It feels a little heavier than the taste of water."

Mrs. Weasley's mouth twitched, "Well... that's not water..."

"Oh, what else could it be if it wasn't water?" Hua De said with a smile, "It can't be wine..."

Before he finished speaking, he hit the dining table head-on with a "bang" and let out an earth-shattering snoring sound.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley looked at each other.

Mr. Weasley praised his wife loudly, "Molly, you are so amazing! Do you know? You saved the lives of the children with a food spell tonight, and you also used a food spell to knock down an experienced arrogant person." Luo!"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Mrs. Weasley pushed him and nuzzled at the sleeping Ward, "Carry this guy to the guest room!"

"Okay! Make sure to complete the task!" Mr. Weasley dragged Ward towards a small room.

That's their utility room, but they only stayed for two nights this time. They didn't put many things in it. They simply tidied it up and it turned into a guest room. If a friend doesn't have enough tents or something else happens, they can also use it temporarily. Stay one night.

After arranging his colleagues, Mr. Weasley walked out of the small warehouse door, came to Mrs. Weasley, and gave her a kiss, "Okay, honey, I think I want to go out and take a look, help or something. We can’t let those guys work around in a daze outside.”

Mrs. Weasley rolled her eyes at him, "It's as if you saved the magical world of the Corrupt Kingdom."

Mr. Weasley raised his head triumphantly, as proud as a peacock, "That's not true. I saved the biggest boss of the Ministry of Magic tonight!"

Mrs. Weasley nodded helplessly, "Yes, yes, everything you said is right." As she said that, she stepped forward and pressed Mr. Weasley's cheeks left and right, and then also touched his forehead, "Reward Our great hero, what do you think? Well, leave early and come back early." With that, she pushed the person out of the tent.

Mr. Weasley is so airy that he walks with wind in his eyes.

The night passed quickly.

The children all slept very peacefully, the half-year-old children who were a little more sensible struggled with it for half the night, and the adult wizards did not dare to close their eyes all night.

He was afraid that a Death Eater would jump out of any corner.

In fact, the Death Eaters actually came out to cause trouble. They attacked some surrounding tents, but they were discovered by the wizards who had not dared to sleep a wink all night. In panic, the wizards were helpless. These Death Eaters were either beaten until their noses were bruised and their faces were swollen, or they were beaten until they were thrashing on the ground.

When the Aurors arrived, the wizards who still had magic power shouted curses and frantically used the first curse they could think of. The wizards without magic power rushed towards the people who were wailing on the ground. There was a flurry of punches and kicks.

The worst one was that a frightened wizard kept pouring wine on his face and almost choked to death.

It is said that the wizard was a winemaker in a certain winery, and his best skill was the wine-making spell. In his panic, he could not remember any other spells. He just released various kinds of wine over and over again, and sprayed it from the top of the wand. The drink that came out was like a jet of water, which immediately stunned the invading Death Eaters.

In the end, this group of Death Eaters who attacked at night did not get any benefits at all. Although they caused a certain range of panic, the results were quite tragic. Many people were arrested directly. The staff of the Ministry of Magic dragged them Tired footsteps took away batches of illegal house robbers.

Yes, even if everyone knows that they are inseparable from the Death Eaters, in the end they can only be regarded as burglars who robbed houses. Some people even said that they just wanted to make a joke, but they didn't expect the tent. Their owners were overly sensitive and injured them.

Yes, someone wanted to take the opportunity to extort a sum of money.

It is simply a typical example of chaos and fun.

Fortunately, Fudge is now sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, and his agent is not so unreliable. All "home invasion robbers" have been given aggravated punishments, and the minimum is to stay in the Ministry of Magic Prison for ten years. months.

By the way, Azkaban no longer has the right to detain prisoners. The Ministry of Magic has reactivated the underground prison, which is just used to detain prisoners.

The single standard room has only one bed, one toilet, and an oil lamp that only lights up for eight hours. There are no windows, only a food delivery window that can be opened and closed, and a buzzing air outlet. It is estimated to be closed for ten months. Prisoners who come out will never dare to mess around again in their lives.

Fudge's performance in the Quidditch World Cup was dissatisfied by most of the supporters. When he wakes up, he will find that he is almost abandoned by the whole world.

The person currently making decisions on Fudge's behalf is Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office. His tough and neat style has given the panicked wizards a spiritual sustenance, and they have followed any instructions from Scrimgeour. , and subconsciously thought of him as the Acting Minister of Magic.

This made Fudge's nephew almost turn his nose with anger.

He is obviously Fudge's relative, shouldn't he obey the orders of the minister's nephew at this time?

However, it is not.

Not only did Scrimgeour not listen to any of his decisions, he immediately relieved this empty-headed guy of all his responsibilities and directly threw him into a vanguard team, where he struggled on the front line every day, fighting to the death against the dark wizards.

From the time of chaos to when everything settled down, it took less than three days. The Ministry of Magic was like a precise instrument, running rapidly in Scrimgeour's hands.

The Death Eaters were arrested, all participants were severely punished, those who took advantage of the chaos were arrested, and the masses were appeased to the greatest extent.

Scrimgeour was thrust directly into the spotlight.