Chapter 846: The Ministry of Magic Faces Crisis Again

As the day of Peter Pettigrew's execution approached, the British wizarding world, which had been bustling with activity because of the Quidditch World Cup, became quiet.

In the early morning of August 7,

A large number of wizards arrived at Godric's Hollow one after another with heavy hearts.

At 9am, Sirius and Harry Apparated into the village via their attendants.

The two greeted the wizards around them and then walked towards the Potter Monument in the center of the village.

Peter Pettigrew had not been brought here yet. Although the wizards here had seen many of his miserable conditions, they had no sympathy for him at all.

The death penalty is the lightest punishment for such a shameless traitor.

When Vincent arrived, the entire village was already densely populated by wizards.

He had just been to Diagon Alley and the Ministry of Magic. The scene there was similar to this place, with hundreds of wizards gathered in front of the magic projection waiting for the broadcast to begin.

The Waynes came with the Grangers, and they happened to see the Malfoys when they entered the village.

Lucius glanced at the five people with contempt, then walked towards the Potter Memorial where the crowd was the most concentrated with Narcissa and Draco.

As soon as they entered with Snape, the Weasleys arrived.

Arthur glanced at Lucius's back and said, "How dare this guy come to this place!"

Molly took his arm and said, "Okay, let's go over there quickly."

Almost all of the twenty-eight pure-blood families came, except for the Gaunts and the Carrows, who were completely labeled as Death Eaters.

The Malfoy family is the number one fence-sitter in the British wizarding world. No matter how shameless they are, they will definitely come to such a perfect opportunity to show their attitude.

At 9:20, Dumbledore and Aberforth came from the graveyard to the monument.

Neither of them got too close, just stood quietly by the side waiting.

Vincent, who squeezed to the front, greeted Sirius and Harry.

Soon, the real murderer who killed the Potters will be executed in public.

However, at this critical moment when the execution was about to take place, Scrimgeour at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was staring at an empty bed.

Fragments of chains with powerful confinement magic were scattered all over the floor, and the two Aurors in charge of guarding the ward were standing there in a daze.

The worst thing is that Peter Pettigrew on the hospital bed is missing.

Scrimgeour drew his wand with an angry look on his face and pointed it at the two Aurors who were on guard.

The Imperius Curse, and a particularly powerful one at that.

They were willing to use the three unforgivable curses to take Peter Pettigrew away, and the identity of the criminal was obvious.

However, Scrimgeour still couldn't believe this fact. He walked out of the ward and ordered the Aurors outside to be on alert, then went to the hospital registration office alone.

To his disappointment, the registry did not record any suspicious persons entering or leaving.

Then he went straight to Mrs. Peter's room.

Four months passed, and the white-haired old woman had already lost her mind.

At first, she didn't even react at all to Scrimgeour's question.

When her son's name appeared, she suddenly grabbed his arm tightly.

"Peter - my son, is he... is he okay?"

Scrimgeour managed a forced smile. "It seems he was taken away by his friends. Do you know who they are?"

Mrs. Peter let go of her hand, looking extremely angry. "What? Those bad boys!"

She grasped Scrimgeour's arm again. "They must be trying to corrupt my son again. He is such a pure and kind child."

Scrimgeour narrowed his eyes. "Who are they?"

Mrs. Peter lowered her head and thought, muttering a few names uncertainly: "Potter... Black... and Lupin who looks very well-behaved and sensible..."

The foursome were indeed very good friends during their school days, but the reality is that things have changed.

Mrs. Peter's memory seemed to be a little confused, and she forgot the things that made her feel painful.

Scrimgeour patted the back of her hand, trying to look as kind as possible. "It wasn't them. Your son must have been taken away by someone else."

Mrs. Peter looked very nervous. "It's not them? My children are always with them. Who else could it be if not them?"

Scrimgeour was speechless by her question.

If he knew, he wouldn't have come over here to test it.

"Mrs. Peter, do you know who else your son knows?"

She shook her head blankly. "My child is very well behaved. He usually stays at home during school holidays. Only those three bad boys often come to play with him."

Scrimgeour frowned. "Think carefully about whether there is anyone else. Your son's life may be in danger now."

Mrs. Peter grabbed his arm tightly. "Impossible, my child would never offend anyone. It must be those three bad boys who forced him to do bad things, and then people thought he did it..."

She suddenly paused and covered her forehead with a painful expression.

Scrimgeour quickly struck while the iron was hot. "Did you remember anything?"

Mrs. Peter didn't answer, but just held her head and groaned in pain.

"My son...he won't do anything bad...he will live a good life..."

It seems that some bad memories are brought back.

Scrimgeour sighed with some pity, stood up and left the ward.

There were no other suspects, so it could only be the Death Eaters.

But all those loyal ones were imprisoned in Azkaban, and the few who had escaped trial were not fools. They must have known that the Ministry of Magic would suspect them first.

Are you being forced by someone to take such a big risk?

Scrimgeour in the corridor quickly denied this speculation.

The Death Eaters are not witches, and those rats crossing the street cannot possibly have the ability to force the masters.

unless……

Scrimgeour shook his head vigorously.

Rather than believing that Voldemort had returned, he would rather believe that someone was causing trouble for the Ministry of Magic.

Now that Peter Pettigrew is missing, the wizards' anger will be directed towards the Ministry of Magic, and in order to appease their anger, Fudge will definitely ask him to take the blame alone.

Thinking of such a future, Scrimgeour gnashed his teeth and said, "Who on earth is it, who on earth has such a great hatred towards the Ministry of Magic?"

Many suspects flashed through his mind one by one, but none of them had much ability.

All the suspects and capable people are in Azkaban. Moreover, the garrison has been strengthened many times after Sirius escaped from prison. It is impossible for anyone to escape alive now.

Scrimgeour gave up thinking as he felt a headache growing the more he thought about it.

No matter how unwilling he was to take the blame, he still had to let the higher-ups in the department know about this matter.

He gave instructions to the Aurors and then Apparated back to the Ministry.

It was already 9:30, and the senior executives were all waiting in the lobby for him to escort Peter Pettigrew over so that they could set off together.

Seeing that he was alone, everyone immediately had a bad feeling.

"Everyone, we are in trouble."

Scrimgeour hesitated several times before finally speaking out at Fudge's urging.

"Peter Pettigrew is missing. The other party used the Imperius Curse to control the Auror guarding him, and then took him away quietly."

With a loud "boom", the heads of the senior executives were all buzzing.

The impact of the incident was so great that even Fudge didn't know what to do.

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