With the cooperation of the wizard, the fire was quickly put out.

The strange thing is that the flames were clearly lit in Professor Slughorn's tent, and it was not burned too hard...

On the contrary, Crouch's tent next to him was almost completely burned down. Simply a disaster.

"Are you all right?"

Outside the tent, William threw two bottles of potions to the twins.

"It's alright, just a few minor scratches."

George wiped his arm with the hemostatic agent, and said with lingering fears.

"Why are you two going after Malfoy!" Hermione pursed her lips and looked serious, as if Professor McGonagall was possessed.

"We... thought we had some mischievous alchemy items to deal with him." Fred said with a wry smile.

Qiu said solemnly: "Did you forget that Malfoy is an adult wizard?! How old are you?"

"us……"

"I'm going to write to Mom!" Ginny shrieked, delivering the fatal blow.

"Ginny, please...don't!" Fred said quickly.

"I'll call you sister, okay? Ginny." George shouted shamelessly.

But no one paid any attention to the two of them, and several of them took turns criticizing the twins with serious tone.

They looked at William and Cedric, the family members, as if asking for help.

Cedric stiffened his chest and wanted to persuade him a few words, but Qiu stared at him, and he didn't dare to be tough.

Without the slightest stance, he immediately changed his camp like a dog's leg, and also followed suit.

William was not so shameless. He just held his chin and pretended to think about the problem, completely ignoring the sad eyes from George and Fred.

The twins are really impulsive, and even if they have prank products, they can't be Malfoy's opponents.

They were different from Hermione. Hermione dared to confront an adult wizard, and it was William who gave her magic training almost every night.

William completely taught Hermione his fighting skills.

William taught Cedric them too, but mostly on weekends at school.

With a busy last year, the event came to an end.

They must be much stronger than wizards of the same age, but they are still somewhat worse than adult wizards...especially Death Eaters like Malfoy.

William squinted... It seems that the combat training for several people will be picked up again this school year.

The fight didn't last long because Crouch came over.

Seeing his tent turned into a rubble, he stayed there for a few seconds.

Crouch is indeed a little confused. He has only left for half an hour. How did this place become like this?

You have a home party next door...why are you burning our tent?

I've been hit by the Imperius Curse, so why am I still inside! !

Although Crouch hated his son, he suddenly forced him to send the white-haired man to the black-haired man... Yin and Yang were separated...

Is this what people do?

Mr. Crouch's angry face turned hideous. He looked around and said loudly, "Who did this?"

An Auror hurried over, put it in Crouch's ear, and whispered for a while.

After a while, Crouch's sharp eyes swept across the twins.

"Did you two set the fire?!"

"We didn't!" Fred yelled injustice.

"We didn't do anything!" said George. "The fire started in Professor Slughorn's tent, not by us."

"Don't lie, kid!" Crowe's eyes popped out.

"My tent is some distance away from here, and it is impossible to set it on fire.

Just look at other tents nearby!

Someone drew the fire, and when the Aurors arrived, it was just the two of you! "

"We're just putting out the fire..." Fred defended.

"You didn't let it go, why do you want to save..."

"Barty," whispered a witch in a long woollen coat. "They're still children, Barty, they can't be—"

"What's wrong with the child?" Crouch was stimulated, and he looked a little crazy.

"I've seen too many young wizards going astray...youth, that's no excuse."

At this moment, with another puff, Minister Fudge Apparated and appeared in the crowd.

Fudge was dressed in a mess and had a pink bow tangled around his neck, obviously by mistake.

Maybe it was just playing some weird play and forgot to take it off.

After landing, Fudge felt the soft touch of stepping on stinky dog ​​shit under his feet, and it was soft.

Looking down, it was a dense grass.

He raised his foot, stomped **** the grass, rubbed the soles of his shoes, and spit in an unfortunate manner before looking at Slughorn on one side.

Slughorn was a little miserable, with scratches on his hands, still seeping blood.

He was using a potion, but the vampire's special poison was preventing the wound from healing.

"What's the matter with you, Horace?" Fudge was startled.

"I was attacked by a vampire, luckily William saved me," said Slughorn with a lingering fear.

Until now, he has not recovered from the turbulent mood.

At that moment, he really thought he was going to die.

He's only over a hundred years old, he's still young, and he hasn't lived enough.

Thanks to William for saving him...

Slughorn felt that he was now sworn to him as brothers, but it was not too much to ask for the one who died in the same year, the same month and the same day.

William certainly thought so too.

"Where's the vampire?" Fudge said angrily.

Who let the vampires into the camp, this vile dark creature! All magical creatures, except veelas, should be damned.

Soon, Xue Ni was brought up. A slit was cut in his mouth, but he didn't die, he just passed out.

"He must have set the fire!"

Fudge looked around and stamped his feet angrily.

He just got the news that there was a fire here, and he had to get up from the bed where the atmosphere was brewing.

He is in a bad mood now. The last time an American wizard died is still under investigation, and now someone has set fire to it!

Fudge moved towards the green grass under his feet, the triangular grass area, and kicked hard, venting his anger.

The foot felt surprisingly good, and he kicked it twice.

"It's not him, Connelly." Crouch looked around the ruins and shouted, "Someone else led the fire to my tent, which contains a lot of precious materials, and official documents from the ministry... nothing at all. !

I need someone to be accountable.

I must use a flashback spell on the wands of the two little red-haired wizards, I want to investigate! "

Crouch was a little desperate. He didn't find Barty Jr., or Winky the house-elf.

"We didn't do it..." George struggled.

"There was a wizard just now who knocked Malfoy out, took his wand and turned the fire over."

"What? What did you say?" Crouch rushed over, grabbed George's arm, and said grimly, "Did you see what he looked like?"

"No... we can't see the man. He may have used a disillusionment spell or an invisibility cloak."

Fred said, wrestling George from Crouch.

"He sneaked up on Malfoy from behind and picked up his wand..."

Crouch's face was horribly pale, and his hands and toothbrush mustache were twitching.

He knew who it was.

That villain didn't die...and ran away!

"Where's Lucius?" Fudge asked uneasily. "where is he?"

"Just there..." George said.

Everyone looked down.

"At your feet, Minister!!" Kingsley shouted.

Fudge jumped up, startled. His jumping ability was unexpectedly powerful, and the vertical height actually reached 100 centimeters.

After landing, Fudge ~lightnovelpub.net~ stepped on the dense triangular grass area again. He bounced up again.

puff, hum, dah~

So, over and over again...like a springboard.

Wait...if that's Malfoy, where did Fudge step?

William's crotch felt cold, and he took a deep breath.

It turns out that there are not only prostate brakes in this world, but also prostate springboards.

However, after tossing back and forth like this by Fudge... No matter how good the springboard is estimated... it is also scrapped!

Poor Narcissa. (Voiceover~)

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