v2 Chapter 491： Harry's wand

The elf!" Scrimgeour asked sternly. "Do you know who I am? I am the director of the Aurora Office of the Ministry of Magic!"

Sparkling began to shake back and forth on the ground, her breath was interrupted by strong sobs from time to time!

When she heard that Scrimgeour was an Auror, she almost fainted. ??

"Just just now, someone changed the black magic mark here." Scrimgeour asked sharply, pointing with his wand firmly, "After a moment, you are now, we are under the mark! You need to give Let us explain!"

"I, I, I don't, sir!" said the gasping, "I don't know how to change, sir!"

undefined"When you are in the present, you have a wand in your hand!" Scrimgeour said impatiently, taking the wand from the other person and waving, "Tell me, where did you get the wand from? is not it"

Harry standing in the crowd suddenly said with amazement, "That is mine, sir!"

Everyone turned around and looked at Harry, who was overwhelmed.

"What did you say?!" Scrimgeour's face was full of shock and suspicion. "Is this your wand?!"

"That's my wand!" said Harry, swallowing, "I lost it!"

"Hey, have you lost it? Are you confessing?" Scrimgeour snorted heavily, his eyes sharp, as if he wanted to swallow Harry. "After changing the mark, throw the wand Lost?!"

"Skelinger, pay attention to your words!" Sirius roared. "Think about who you are talking to, is Harry Potter going to be a black magic mark?!"

"Sirius Black!" Scrimgeour said with a hint of exclamation. "This kid is Harry Potter?!"

His sharp eyes swept Sirius and Ai Wen, and then fell to Harry.

"We all saw him riding a broom in the sky and Hermione, they are fighting with the black wizard!" Sirius said with a sigh of relief, "This was originally what you should do, but it depends on a few nights." Child. Now, actually, Harry has changed the Dark Mark?!"

He also pulled out his wand and confronted Scrimge.

"Don't be excited, Black!" Fudge hurriedly said. "Harry certainly can't change that mark. We all know. Rufus is just asking Harry, when did he lose his wand?"

"After the start of the chaos, I thought it was in the box."

When Harry heard the box, Scrimgeour's face was more unnatural, and it has now become ruined.

The powerful magic of Ai Wen is still fresh in his memory. Everything this evening is exceptionally unusual.

There are so many people waiting outside for the results, and they must fight.

Scrimgeour turned his gaze to the huddle of his feet, and his eyes became even more ruthless. "The elf, you are here with this wand, aren't you? You pick it up and think you can find it." Have fun, are you?"

"I didn't use it to change the magic, sir!" said the shrill, tears flowing down the sides of her squashed spherical nose like a stream. "I, I, I just picked it up." , sir! I haven't changed the black magic mark, sir, please believe me, I don't know how to change!"

"You won't use this magic. Isn't that good to say?!" Scrimgeour said with a hint of silence. "Since this wand is in your hands, this thing will definitely not be related to you. There is a simple way. You can now use the magic spell on the wand once, the elf, you know?"

Sparkling and shivering, shaking his head desperately, his ears swayed.

Scrimgeour ignored her and seemed to have made up her mind to catch the murderer hiding behind the scenes.

He looked up at Crouch, and raised his wand and docked it with Harry's wand.

"Flashbacks!" Scrimgeour said in a cold voice.

The crowd took a breath of air, and they saw a very horrible, snoring snoring from the two wands, but this is just the green and shining shadow above their heads.

It seems to be made up of thick gray smoke, a magical ghost.

"Sleepless!" Scrimgeour roared.

The smog of smog turned into a light smoke and disappeared.

"What do you say?" He showed a cruel and smug expression, looking at the sparkling feet.

The sparkling still trembles fiercely and looks very pitiful.

"Not me!" she screamed, her eyes turning in horror. "Not me, not me, I don't know how to get it! I am a good elf, I don't have a wand, I don't know how to get it!"

"Enough, you are caught on the spot, holding this sinful wand in your hand!" Scrimgeour shouted. "This magical wizard, the phoenix, tells us, where did you learn?" "

Glittering gasping, like a broken bellows.

"Skeringer, you may be saying," Crouch spoke, and every syllable was filled with cold anger. "I regularly teach my servant to become a black mark?"

Scrimgeour stared at him, a very depressed silence, with a strange glow in his eyes.

Hundreds of Ministry of Magic officials did not speak, and Batty Crouch's status and majesty in the Ministry of Magic was high.

Especially in his past experience, all the wizards were scared.

Fudge, who should have been the master, seemed frightened and looked scared. He looked at Crouch and turned to look at Scrimgeour.

"Everything is possible, we need to investigate!" Scrimgeour did not back down, and the tone was equally cold.

Looking at him, it seems that it is certain that Crouch planned the attack this evening.

And in the end, let his house elf become a black magic mark!

"I hope you don't forget that in my long career, there is a lot of evidence that I have always hated and hated black magic, and all the people who play with these spells!" Mr. Crouch shouted, his eyeballs protruding.

"Obviously, but this doesn't explain why your house elf would have this black magic."

"She may have learned it by chance from elsewhere!" Fudge said uneasily. "Okay, the elf, tell me, where did you get Harry's wand?"

Sparklingly twisted the edge of the tea towel on her body, her fingers were too strong, and the welt was screwed open.

"I, I was there, sir," she whispered. "There, in the ruins, I was terrified, all the buildings were falling, and the stones kept falling."

"Well, let me see, this is already very clear!" Fudge whispered. "The black wizard who was fighting with Ai Wen had picked up Harry's wand in the box and finally got black there. Magic mark."

"Mr. Minister, I just saw someone phantom!" The sorcerer who was shining at the beginning said in a hurry, "The figure suddenly disappeared from my eyes and disappeared at once." (To be continued.)