Dumbledore tapped his wand over the injuries, and whispered some spells or enchantments.
"That'll have to do for now - Madam Pomfrey can treat you later," he said kindly, before turning to the captured Death Eaters on the floor.
"5 in total," Dumbledore stated, eyes scanning.
"6, technically," Blake said, watching the prisoners for any sign of movement. "Harry took Pettigrew back to Hogwarts."
"Is he well?"
"Kind of," Blake shrugged. "Nothing Pomf-"
"Madam Pomfrey, Blake."
"-nothing Madam Pomfrey can't handle," Blake continued, rolling his eyes. If Dumbledore noticed, he didn't comment.
"Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, Avery, Macnair," Scrimgeour listed. "That's a good haul, considering our numbers. He turned to Blake.
"You caught Malfoy?"
Blake nodded. "Yes, sir."
Scrimgeour stared at him for a while.
"I remember you now. You are the muggleborn boy that fought the hooligans at the World Cup, aren't you?"
Blake nodded again.
Scrimgeour stared at him for a while longer, before digging into his robes and handing Blake a leaflet.
"When you turn 17, consider joining the Aurors. If you do, I can promise that you won't need to finish your NEWTs, you can join straight with just OWLs."
"What?" a purple haired witch moaned loudly. "How's that fair!?"
"Auror Tonks," he said sternly. "That's up to my discretion."
"He's only 14!"
"Uh, I'm 15, actually."
"Oh, sorry, Blake," she said sheepishly. How old is this girl? "But still!" she exclaimed.
"The boy has brought down over 10 Death Eaters and captured 3 singlehandedly within less than a calendar year at the age of 15, one of whom is clearly one of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's inner circle. You, however, could not even capture one by yourself! Don't question my decisions!"
"But-"
"Let us discuss this once we've returned to Hogwarts, please," Dumbledore said, firmly but kindly, the twinkle in his eyes returned now that Voldemort and the Death Eaters had returned.
Suddenly, they heard running from the side, and all of them braced themselves for another fight.
"Is this over?" a familiar voice cried out. Fudge had come out of his hiding spot, running and wailing like a baby. Blake didn't want to look at the man's face for a second longer, and found himself watching Dumbledore's expression. For a second, Blake thought he saw Dumbledore rolling his eyes, but as soon as it was there, it disappeared. He extended his arm, and they all held onto him, and within seconds, they were back at Hogwarts.
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"Professor!" Harry immediately yelled, before the rest of the crowd joined in, shouting and screaming questions, demanding answers. The Aurors did their best to control the crowd, but it was getting out of hand very quickly, until Dumbledore stepped in.
"Hello, everyone." Immediately, the crowd was silent, and even Blake had to admit that Dumbledore had style.
"Unfortunately, there's been many events today that have occurred outside of our control. Many of them are… for a lack of a better word, terrible, but we have no small amount of victory to report as well. I will let the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, explain the rest."
"Wait- Dumble- Good Evening, everyone," Fudge squeaked out, before clearing his throat.
"I- I'm afraid I have some bad news." The crowd stirred in anticipation, waiting.
"He- You-Know-Who - has - returned."
For a second there was utter silence, before all hell broke loose. Accusations, denial, anger, insults, disbelief, fear, everything was thrown at the Minister, before Dumbledore silenced the crowd by illuminating the night sky with a flash.
"Now," Fudge continued, his voice still unsteady. "This was all sudden, and to be honest with you, we're still collecting the facts. But for now," he said, perking up, as if he'd just had a Eureka moment, "I'll leave you with someone who knows the most - Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump and Grand Sorcerer - Albus Dumbledore!"
For some reason, it seemed like Fudge had expected applause, despite the fact that he'd just announced that the wizarding equivalent of Hitler, Stalin and the KKK leader mushed together had returned from the dead.
"Now," Dumbledore began. "Let me explain this simply. Barty Crouch Jr managed to escape Azkaban, most likely with the help of his father and mother, where the latter took his place, using the Polyjuice Potion, and dying there too. Barty Crouch Sr kept his son under control using the Imperius Curse, and slowly began granting his son more and more freedom, no doubt out of the love he had as a father, but his son also began fighting his control. Around the same time, the spectre of Lord Voldemort-" the crowd shook at the name "- had managed to rejoin one of his older Death Eaters - Peter Pettigrew." The crowd roared at this once again, but Dumbledore held up a hand, silencing them once more. "Peter Pettigrew, it seems, was the one who killed those Muggles and betrayed the Potters, framing Sirius Black, who was thrown into Azkaban without a trial due to his crimes, and his lack of protest, given his internal guilt about trusting the man who got his closest friends killed. Pettigrew, knowing he could never resurface in society anymore - after all, he was believed dead, and to resurface would mean that his story would be shattered. He also couldn't claim refuge with his former comrades, since they believed that he had betrayed them, considering the information he gave them led to their Master dying on the same night. So once Sirius Black escaped prison, and after some students found out about his existence he knew it was only a matter of time before the truth was revealed. That meant he only had one option to survive - revive his master. Together, he and Lord Voldemort freed Barty Crouch Jr by placing Barty Crouch Sr under the Imperius Curse, and Barty Crouch Jr and Pettigrew ambushed Mad-Eye Moody, kidnapping him, and using his hair for Polyjuice, and the Imperius Curse to gain all the information he would need to fool us all. This is why there was a report of violence and magic near his home. Barty Crouch Jr then placed Harry Potter's name in the Goblet of Fire, knowing he would be necessary for his master's revival, and then turned the Cup into a Portkey, where Harry Potter was used to somehow revive Lord Voldemort."
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