The transfer student at Hogwarts just wants to fall in love [continued]

Chapter 257 Scrimgeour’s Conjecture and the Dark Mark

The Aurors and Death Eaters of the Ministry of Magic all looked up at the sky.

No, they could no longer see the sky. Their sight was completely shrouded in black fog that blocked the sky. It looked as if the sky had fallen and the black clouds covered the top.

Everyone felt depressed from the bottom of their hearts, as if they had swallowed a ball of black mud, multiplying and enveloping their hearts, making it impossible to breathe.

The Aurors looked uneasy, and without even thinking about it, they knew that the Death Eaters must be up to something.

Rufus Scrimgeour, the director of the Auror Office, raised his wand and pointed at the black fog in the sky with an iron face.

"Who is sneaking around? Come out!"

But what they didn't know was that the Death Eaters also looked at each other in confusion.

Whose magic is this? Is there such a powerful wizard among them?

"It turns out that Voldemort's Death Eaters are only good at this and only bully the weak."

The sound in the black mist made everyone's expressions change wildly.

The Death Eater who looked like the leader shouted in horror and anger, "How dare you call the Dark Lord by his first name!"

"Haha, this counts as calling him by his first name? How about I call him Tom?"

The whole place fell silent.

The Death Eaters looked confused.

So did most of the Aurors, except for a few older Aurors headed by Scrimgeour whose expressions changed.

Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle. In fact, few people know this because Voldemort seems to be very sensitive to this name. In his heyday, everyone who mentioned this name would be killed by him. The only one who dared to call him Tom to his face would still return it. Only Dumbledore survived.

The voice seemed to be aware of the strange atmosphere at the scene.

"Oh, it turns out that the mighty Voldemort didn't even dare to tell his real name to his men."

The black mist above the head escaped and gradually gathered into a human shape.

The black mist dispersed, and a figure wearing a luxurious black dress appeared in mid-air.

The figure did not look tall, and his appearance was obscured by the black mist. He could only vaguely see that he was a man, and that he had a twisted gray wand in his hand.

Seeing this person floating in the air without any medium, everyone looked unhappy.

In the magical world, there are only two types of wizards who can fly autonomously.

The first type is underage wizards when their magic power breaks out. At that time, they cannot control the magic power in their bodies and may do anything abnormal.

The second type is an extremely powerful wizard who has complete control over himself.

Scrimgeour looked solemn.

Judging from the conversation with this person just now, it seems that the other person looks down on this group of Death Eaters, and he actually dared to call the Dark Lord by his name. He should not be a Death Eater.

But looking at the way he appeared, it was hard for him to overcome his own conscience even if the other party was not a dark wizard.

He raised his wand cautiously, "Why are you here?"

"It seems that the Ministry of Magic's lack of information is even higher than I thought..."

"It seems that if I go to the Ministry of Magic one day, no one will know until I kill Fudge."

"presumptuous!"

"Be bold!"

The man's sudden arrogance made the Aurors excited.

A ray of blue light suddenly shot towards the man, but was easily blocked by the man's sleeves and robe.

"Oh~ Are you angry because of embarrassment?"

The man immediately locked onto the Auror who cast magic on him and smiled.

Before he could make any move, a red lightning bolt fell from the sky and instantly hit the Auror's head.

There seemed to be a crackling sound in the air, and the Auror fell to the ground without even letting out a scream, with green smoke still rising from his body.

"You bastard!"

The attack instantly ignited the Auror's anger.

"Everyone! Stop!"

"Director? Why?"

Everyone looked at Scrimgeour in confusion, but Scrimgeour stared at the man in the sky, cold sweat gradually dripping from his forehead.

He remembered a case from Hogwarts last year.

The mysterious Obscurus controlled Sirius to attack Harry Potter at the Quidditch scene, and single-handedly restrained the entire school's teachers and students.

Although at first glance it sounds like a dark wizard comes to school to cause trouble.

But you know, there is Dumbledore in this...

The document shows that when the mysterious wizard appeared, he cast a kind of black fog magic, which was accompanied by a red lightning attack.

Exactly the same as before...

In other words, the person in front of me is a being who can face off against the entire Hogwarts, including Dumbledore...

My own team may not be good enough.

Although he is often said to be iron-blooded, he is not a reckless man...

The reason why he hasn't retreated yet is because the information shows that he claims to be a Death Eater.

But from the conversation just now, it seemed that the other party actually dared to call the Dark Lord by his name, which was completely unlike what a Death Eater should be.

He wanted to stand still, and at the same time he gestured wildly behind his back, signaling his men to call for reinforcements.

The man ignored him and turned to look at the Death Eaters and the family under control.

"I have to say that I am disappointed that Voldemort's Death Eaters have reduced themselves to bullying Muggles."

The man just waved his hand, and the Death Eaters controlling the four people suddenly found themselves losing control of their levitation.

The family was placed gently on a piece of grass, their faces full of horror.

"Where did you come from, asking you to mind your own business?"

"I originally admired that guy Voldemort and wanted to follow him, but your performance really disappointed me. Voldemort sent you to 'make trouble', are you really just making trouble like children?"

Scrimgeour's eyes widened.

Voldemort sent them...

Could it be that that person is still alive?

"Let me show you what it means to make trouble."

The man raised his hand upwards, and the black mist began to flow, gradually forming a huge vortex above his head.

The red lightning became increasingly dense and crackling, and everyone felt that the end was coming.

"Everyone, protect the Muggles and put up your shields!"

Scrimgeour made a prompt decision. He and several Aurors surrounded the Muggle family lying on the ground, and waved their wands to the sky.

The red lightning struck down instantly, hitting the thick blue barrier.

Stringer was not Fudge's kind of person. When he heard the information about Voldemort, his first reaction was not to escape, but rather to believe it or not.

His current idea is to go back alive and inform the Ministry of Magic about this.

But the power coming from the barrier made his heart grow colder and colder.

He finally experienced for himself the power mentioned in the report to single-handedly contain all the teachers and students in the school.

One Auror tried to remove the barrier and fight back, but was instantly struck to the ground by red lightning.

This man suppressed all the Aurors with just a wave of his hand!

Seeing the Aurors resisting with difficulty, the Death Eaters were overjoyed and wanted to add insult to injury.

However, before they had time to laugh, red lightning struck down on their heads.

At that time, several Death Eaters were turned directly into ashes.

This red lightning is actually an indiscriminate attack! ! !

"What are you doing?!"

The Death Eaters quickly raised the barrier and cursed angrily.

"Voldemort shouldn't care about the life and death of a bunch of losers."

Lightning slanted down like raindrops, the Aurors and Death Eaters were so suppressed that they couldn't breathe, and cracks began to appear in the shields.

Suddenly, the lightning stopped abruptly, and everyone looked up in confusion.

Accompanied by the low sound of whales, the black fog covering the sky suddenly opened a crack, and a ray of white light fell down.

The seemingly soft white light easily tore through the black fog like a sharp blade.

Light returns to the world.

"It's this guy again."

The man's tone was filled with disgust, and white light shot out.

The black mist on his body became thinner under the illumination of white light. He immediately retreated from the range of the white light, and the black mist surrounded him again.

"The guy who caused trouble is here. I'll let you go for now."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man turned into black mist and rose into the sky. The black mist covering his head gradually dissipated, and at the same time, the white light also disappeared from the sky.

Scrimgeour reacted quickly, "All Aurors, capture the Death Eaters!"

Without Muggles as hostages, the Death Eaters instantly dispersed.

The Aurors swarmed forward, catching and killing everyone. In the end, dozens of Death Eaters fled the scene.

After receiving the reply, Stringer nodded and directed the Aurors to gather the team, but he kept frowning.

The moment the black fog receded, he saw the face of the mysterious man.

Although it was only for a moment, he could confirm with his wealth and life that it was Mo Bai.

Originally, he should have gone directly to the Weasley family to inquire about Mo Bai's whereabouts, but that white light made him hesitate again.

Because he recognized the white light as the light of the Patronus Spell.

And I heard the whale call again...

It is very clear in Fudge's information that Mo Bai can summon a very powerful patron saint, and his patron saint is the blue whale.

At that moment, a guess came to his mind.

As soon as this conjecture came out, all the previous doubts about Mo Bai were instantly established!

However, as a professional Auror, guessing is not enough to convince myself.

He needs to get evidence first...

"Sir, look!"

The cry from his subordinates made him raise his head subconsciously, and the next second, his pupils shrank.

There was a huge green skull floating on the horizon, and a thick python slowly emerged from its mouth, like a tongue.

This is...the Dark Mark!