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"Little Elf!" Scrimgeour asked sternly. "Do you know who I am? I'm the director of the Aurora Office of the Ministry of Magic!"
Flash began to sway back and forth on the ground, her breathing interrupted by intense sobs!
When she heard that Scrimgeour was an Auror, she almost fainted again.
"Just now, someone conjured the Dark Demon Mark here." Scrimgeour asked sharply, pointing his wand steadily at Twinkle. "A moment later, we found you, just below the mark! You owe us an explanation! "
"I, I, I didn't, sir!" gasped Twinkle. "I don't know how, sir!"
"You were found with a wand in your hand!" Said Scrimgeour impatiently, taking the wand from the other's hand and waving it. "Tell me where you got this wand, didn't you?"
Harry, who was standing in the crowd, suddenly said in surprise, "That's mine, sir!"
Everyone quickly turned around and looked at Harry, who was at a loss.
"What did you just say?!" Scrimgeour's face was full of shock and doubt. "This is your wand?!"
"That's my wand!" said Harry, swallowing. "I threw it away!"
"Hmph, did you throw it away? Are you confessing? " Scrimgeour snorted and glared at Harry as if he was going to swallow him alive. "You threw the wand away after the mark appeared?!"
"Scrimgeour, watch your words!" Sirius roared. "Think about who you're talking to. Do you think Harry Potter can conjure the Mark of the Dark Demon?!"
"Sirius Blake!" Scrimgeour sounded surprised. "This kid is Harry Potter?!"
His sharp eyes quickly swept over Sirius and Elwyn, and then fell on Harry.
"We all saw him riding his broom in the sky, trying to save Elwyn and Hermione. They were fighting with the dark Magi!" Sirius snapped. "This is something you Auror Empire should be doing, but tonight, we'll have to rely on these children. And now you're saying that Harry conjured the Dark Demon Mark?! "
He pulled out his wand too, and faced Scrimgeour head-on.
"Calm down, Blake!" Foggy said hurriedly. "Of course Harry can't conjure that symbol. We all know that. Rufus only asked Harry when he lost his wand. "
"Not long after the chaos started, I thought it was in the private room."
Hearing Harry mention the private room, Scrimgeour's expression became even more unnatural. That place was now in ruins.
The memory of Elwyn's powerful magic was still fresh in his mind. Everything that had happened tonight was particularly unusual.
With so many people waiting outside for the result, it was necessary to end the battle quickly.
Scrimgeour's gaze turned to Sparkling, who was curled up at his feet, and his eyes became even colder. "Little elf, you found this wand there, didn't you? You picked it up and thought you could have some fun with it, didn't you? "
"I didn't use it to conjure magic, sir!" Sparkling screamed, tears like a stream flowing down the sides of her squashed, bulbous nose. "I, I, I, I just picked it up, sir! I didn't conjure the Dark Demon Mark, sir, please believe me, I don't know how to do it! "
"You don't know how to use this magic, that's hard to say!" Scrimgeour's voice had a hint of coldness. "Since this wand is in your hands, this matter must have something to do with you. There's a simple way to discover the last spell cast by the wand, little elf, do you know? "
Sparkling trembled all over and shook her head desperately, her ears flapping.
Scrimgeour ignored her, as if he had made up his mind to catch the murderer hiding behind the scenes.
He looked up at the silent Crouch, raised his wand, and connected it with Harry's wand.
"Flashback Spell!" Scrimgeour said in a cold voice.
The crowd sucked in a breath of cold air. They saw a horrifying, fork-spitting skeleton emerge from where the two wands met, but it was only the shadow of the green skeleton above their heads.
It seemed to be made of thick gray smoke, a magical apparition.
"Disappear!" Scrimgeour roared.
The skeleton made of smoke turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared.
"What do you mean?" He put on a very cruel expression, looking at Sparkling at his feet.
Sparkling was still trembling violently, looking very pitiful.
"It wasn't me!" She screamed, her eyes rolling in terror. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I didn't know how to do it! I'm a good elf, I didn't fiddle with the wand, I didn't know how to do it! "
"Enough, you've been caught red-handed with the criminal wand in your hand!" Scrimgeour yelled, "What kind of wizard knows this spell? Tell us, where did you learn it?"
Twinkle let out an ear-piercing wheeze, like a broken bellows.
"Scrimgeour, perhaps you're saying," Crouch spoke, every syllable dripping with cold anger, "that I regularly teach my servants the Mark of Dark Magic?"
Scrimgeour stared at him in a very oppressive silence, his eyes flashing with a strange light.
None of the hundreds of Ministry of Magic officials spoke. Barty Crouch had a very high status and authority in the Ministry of Magic.
In particular, his past experiences were even more frightening to all the Sorcerers.
Foggy, who was supposed to be in charge, seemed to be frightened. He looked at Crouch, then at Scrimgeour.
"Anything is possible, we need to investigate!" Scrimgeour did not flinch, his tone equally cold.
From the looks of it, he seemed to have determined that Crouch had planned tonight's attack.
And in the end, he had made his house-elf produce the Mark of Dark Magic!
"I hope you don't forget that in my long career, there is a lot of evidence that shows that I have always hated and hated black magic and all those who play with it!" Mr. Crouch shouted loudly, his eyes popping out of their sockets.
"Obviously, but that doesn't explain why your house-elf knows this black magic."
"She might have learned it somewhere else by accident!" Foggy said uneasily. "All right, elf, tell me, where on earth did you find Harry's wand?"
Twinkle was twisting the edge of her tea-towel so hard that her fingers were so strong that the thread came loose.
"I, I found it there, sir," she whispered. "There, in the ruins. I was terrified. All the buildings were collapsing and rocks kept falling."
"Alright, from what I see, this matter is already very clear!" Foggy said softly. "The dark wizard who fought with Elwyn must have picked up Harry's wand in the box and produced the Mark of Dark Magic there."
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