Chapter 345: The housekeeper is in jail, and the mysterious man is about to return
"Stupefy!"
More than twenty Wizards suddenly descended from the sky, surrounding them. Without a word, they simultaneously cast the Stunning Spell, and a series of flashing red lights shot from their wands.
Aaron immediately pushed Harry and Hermione to the ground, while Leon pressed down on Ron. Adrian stepped onto her brother's shoulder, did a backflip, and leaped out of the encirclement. Gines, with lightning speed, drew his wand and deflected several spells aimed at him into the night sky.
Having dodged a wave of Stunning Spells, Aaron and Leon drew their wands at once, preparing to counterattack.
Just then, Mr. Weasley's urgent voice suddenly came from a distance, "Stop, stop, those are my sons."
The Wizards were clearly familiar with this voice and tacitly ceased their attack, but remained vigilant.
Arthur quickly ran over, his voice trembling, "Thank Merlin, you're all here. Is everyone alright?"
"Good thing you arrived in time, otherwise they wouldn't be," Aaron shrugged, glancing at Adrian subtly as he spoke.
She glared at Aaron indignantly, but still put away her wand and reluctantly walked into the encirclement.
"Move aside, Arthur." The leading Wizard pointed his wand at them and asked sternly, "Who conjured the mark?"
"Crouch, they couldn't have…"
"Don't lie, you were caught red-handed at the crime scene."
"Barty, they're still children," Arthur explained anxiously and helplessly, "It couldn't have been them."
"Crime?" Harry asked, bewildered, "What crime?"
Aaron pointed to the green skull above their heads. "You-Know-Who's mark. The group who appeared tonight were probably Death Eaters."
Barty's wand immediately pointed at Aaron. "You seem to know a lot!"
"Uh… I don't like people pointing wands at me," Aaron said indifferently, "But never mind, I can understand, Mr. Barty Crouch."
"Are we going to fight?" Leon asked, a little excited, "Excluding Mr. Weasley, there are only twenty-three of them. Uncle Gines should be fine fighting twenty, and we three can each take one."
"Uh… Young Master Leon, if possible, it's better not to fight," Gines chuckled awkwardly, ignoring the wand pointed at him. "The dark mark has nothing to do with us, and the Death Eaters have nothing to do with us."
"Proof." said a Wizard with short brown stubble. He was Amos Diggory, Cedric Diggory's father.
Gines frowned slightly. "You're asking innocent people to prove their innocence, which is a bit of a tall order."
"There is proof." Aaron directly pushed back Harry's hair, pointing to the lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. "This is the famous savior, Harry Potter.
Do you really think You-Know-Who's mark has anything to do with him? That's a huge joke."
"I know he's Harry Potter, and you children might not be a problem, but what about him?" Amos pointed his wand at Gines. "This gentleman just now single-handedly blocked several spells, and this is a crime scene. Isn't that suspicious?"
"I advise you to watch your words," Adrian said coldly. "If Uncle Gines decided to act, you wouldn't have the chance to slander him here."
"It wasn't them," Harry said hastily. "Aaron and the others woke me up. It absolutely couldn't have been them."
"Harry Potter," Amos said with some helplessness, "Is there a possibility that we arrived in time, and he didn't have a chance to do anything to you?
Mr., please come with us. If it truly has nothing to do with you, we will release you immediately."
"I'm afraid not," Gines said with some difficulty. "I don't mind going to the Ministry of Magic, but if I go, there will be no one to protect these three."
"I have no objections." Aaron was extremely excited, as if he saw freedom waving to him.
Although doing so was a bit unkind, if Gines went to the Ministry of Magic, wouldn't their freedom be maximized until he came out?
Holy cow!
Gines looked at his young master in shock. This backstabbing came completely by surprise!
Aaron glared back unceremoniously. He hadn't forgotten how his holiday schedule had been arranged.
One beating a day, always different.
Now the opportunity for revenge was right in front of him, and he had no reason to miss it.
"I have no objections either," Leon said, a little guiltily. "Uncle Gines, please go with peace of mind. We will protect ourselves."
Poof!
Gines felt a knife plunged into his heart, a chilling pain.
Adrian gave a wry smile and did not express an opinion.
"Sigh!" Gines let out a long sigh. "I can cooperate with you, but I have a small request.
Take these three children with you. I won't be at ease leaving them here."
The three of them looked at each other, utterly surprised that Gines would play it this way, not forgetting to bring them along even when going to the police station.
"Hehe!" Leon gave an awkward laugh. "Uncle Gines, I was just joking earlier, do you believe me?"
"Believe what?" Gines rolled his eyes. "My biggest regret is not informing the Darwin Family that you were out having fun with us, but I will definitely not make such a basic mistake again.
Also, Young Master, I must remind you that your schedule until you come of age is arranged by me.
You should know what that means, shouldn't you?"
Aaron's face changed slightly, his heart filled with a gray gloom.
Damn it! He was too hasty, this was the rhythm of settling scores later!
"Hahaha!" Adrian couldn't help but laugh. "Uncle Gines, stop teasing them. It's clearly a very simple matter."
Gines shrugged and turned to look at Arthur Weasley. "Mr. Weasley, I'll leave these children in your care. I'll be back soon."
"Alright, no problem." Arthur nodded blankly.
"Thank you."
Gines calmly handed over his wand and Apparated away with Amos and three Ministry of Magic officials. Barty Crouch, meanwhile, took the others to search in other directions.
Watching them leave, Aaron's lips curved into a bitter smile. "A miscalculation. I feel like I'm seeing another holiday full of sorrow."
"Same here." Leon patted his shoulder. "But I'm much better off than you. At least he can't control me."
"You all come with me first!" Mr. Weasley whispered.
"I'm not going," Adrian said. "I was planning to leave after watching the Quidditch World Cup anyway.
Aaron, please say goodbye to Uncle Gines for me. Goodbye."
"Wait," Ron hastily interrupted. "It's still dangerous now. We're not sure if Death Eaters will suddenly attack."
Adrian didn't pay attention and vanished on the spot in a blink.
"I have to go home too."
"Didn't you say you were going to stay at my place for two months?"
"When Uncle Gines comes back, my family will probably call me back anyway. It's more dignified to go back on my own," Leon said, waving his hand and Apparating away.
Seeing this, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Mr. Weasley were all dumbfounded.
"Apparition." Ron swallowed. "They're about the same age as us, aren't they?"
"Do they have licenses?" Weasley asked, a bit worried. "Licenses from the Ministry of Magic that allow Apparition."
"Licenses?" Aaron clicked his tongue. "Ordinary people need licenses, but they… actually don't."
"That's too dangerous for minors."
"Their talents are no worse than mine. They can master many advanced magic in a short time."
"Then can you Apparate?" Hermione asked, looking at Aaron.
"Guess?"
Hermione's mouth twitched. With his attitude, he most likely knew that magic.
Mr. Weasley led them to the edge of the woods. Their tent was relatively close to the venue and had not suffered any damage.
Upon seeing Arthur Weasley appear, a group of frightened Wizards surrounded him.
"What's going on over there?"
"Who conjured the mark?"
"It's not really Death Eaters, is it?"
...Various questions made Mr. Weasley particularly impatient. He could only tell them that the attackers had Apparated away, and then he squeezed through the crowd into the tent.
"It seems you all must have fought with those Dark Wizards." Aaron looked at the three injured people with a sigh. Charlie, Bill, and Percy, who had already graduated from the Weasley family, all had some injuries, but the problems weren't too serious.
George, Fred, and Ginny were safe and sound, though their faces were a bit pale.
"We're from the Ministry of Magic after all. I was mentally prepared for this kind of thing," Percy said righteously, though his bleeding nose made him look slightly comical.
"That's truly impressive." Aaron decisively gave a thumbs up. Percy, in his opinion, was quite narcissistic and a workaholic who loved to show off, but his attitude towards work was truly impeccable.
"Dad, did you catch those people?" Bill asked.
"No, Wizards who can Apparate aren't that easy to catch."
"What was that skull thing?" Ron asked, a bit puzzled. "It seemed like just a symbol. Even if it's related to You-Know-Who, people wouldn't be so panicked, would they?"
"That's a symbol of death." Aaron sat down, holding Abey. "That mark hasn't appeared in thirteen years. Before this, every time it appeared, it meant someone had died."
"Then what are Death Eaters?" Harry asked.
"Lord Voldemort's followers, of course." Aaron said casually, but everyone in the tent except Harry shivered involuntarily at the name Lord Voldemort.
"Uh… sorry." Aaron continued, "However, after thirteen years, I believe most Death Eaters' loyalty won't be that strong. Tonight's Dark Wizards might just be fillers."
"Fillers?" Harry said angrily. "People who commit murder and arson are just fillers?"
"Calm down, Harry. In fact, they only set fires; there was no murder.
In Muggle terms, it's a demonstration." Aaron explained indifferently, then changed the subject, "However, this is a premonition, a premonition of You-Know-Who's imminent return."
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