Harry Potter I Am Death

"Who's there!", a white light lit up not far away, and then there was a loud questioning, at first it was the voice of a person, and behind it could be heard the voices of several people walking through the bushes.

"It's an Auror." Sirius recognized the leader. After so many years in prison, he still recognizes a few Aurors.

Seeing that it was an Auror, they removed the protective spell.

"Who are you, you released that one just now?" Auror was taken aback by the sudden appearance of a large group of people, and then pointed his wand at Sirius nervously.

Sirius had no doubts that the nervous Auror's wand would cast a spell on them if they made any rash moves.

"Who is that? Have you caught the murderer?" Barty Crouch hurried over with a large group of people.

He recognized Sirius and the Weasleys in the crowd immediately.

But he didn't intend to relax his vigilance at all because of this, instead he ordered the Aurors to surround everyone.

"Hey Crouch, you don't know us!" Sirius said dissatisfied.

Barty Crouch glanced sharply at everyone present, dangling his wand around them, almost poking them in the face.

"Each of you has the ability to release this mark, who knows if you are one of you... or all of you!"

"What are you doing, there are my children in there!", Mr. Weasley yelled and rushed over, breaking many branches along the way.

He shoved a few Aurors roughly, blocking Barty Crouch.

"See clearly? These are my children and their friends. You only met during the day!"

Barty Crouch's sharp eyes moved to Mr. Weasley, and then to Sirius.

He never put down his wand, as if facing a wanted man from the Ministry of Magic from beginning to end.

This is not at all like the style of a director of international magic exchanges and cooperation.

On the contrary, he looked more like an old Auror with a young sword.

"There is a prisoner who has just been released from prison, who can guarantee that?"

Sirius was already annoyed at being pointed at by Barty Crouch's wand, and when he heard the word prisoner, he met that sharp look.

"Ha, I'm a prisoner? Your minister said not long ago that he was going to award me a medal."

"At least it was"

"Then I have to ask you, the great Director Barty Crouch, you should know what happened back then!"

Barty Crouch's face twitched a little stiffly, which was indeed a stain on him.

He imprisoned an innocent man, even though he had to do so under pressure from the then-Minister for Magic.

"Okay Crouch, even if you don't believe us," Mr. Weasley pulled Harry, "Harry Potter, you see, his scars, the mysterious man fell because of him, do you think Will he release the marker now?"

Barty Crouch didn't speak, and thought for a moment, "Then did you find anyone just now?"

"did not see it……"

"We heard movement just now!", Hermione said suddenly.

Barty Crouch stared at Hermione suddenly, making her a little uncomfortable, "Where is it?"

"It's there," Hermione pointed to a bush opposite.

After staring for a while, Barty Crouch waved his hand, "Go and have a look"

A few Aurors carefully poked in with their wands raised.

After a while, they pushed through the bushes and came out, holding a small crumpled-looking creature in their arms.

"Winky?" Harry recognized the house-elf immediately.

When he was watching a football game before, he had seen this house elf, and he had recognized Dobby at first, only later did he realize that her name was Winky, and she was here to hold a seat for her master.

When Barty Crouch saw the motionless house-elf, for several seconds Crouch stood motionless, as if frozen, his pale face staring fiercely at the fire-breathing eyes. Glitter on the ground.Then, he seemed to come back to himself.

"Impossible...impossible..."

He slid into the bush just now, and there was a sound of branches and leaves being plucked behind him.

He came out with a pale face, his eyes did not stay on Shining for a second.

"Looks like there's nothing there," said Amos Diggory, who had just rushed over with Barty Crouch, "things are a bit embarrassing right now."

He pointed to Winky who didn't know life and death, "Mr. Crouch's elf... I mean elf"

"Stop talking about Diggory, you know it's not going to be like this," Mr. Weasley interrupted Diggory.

"It takes a wand to release this mark, it's impossible for an elf"

"It holds a wand," Digory pouted at Winky.

"What?" Mr. Weasley looked at Winky in surprise.

Mr. Crouch took a wand from Winky.

"According to Article [-] of the "Guidelines for Using Magic Wands", no non-human race is allowed to hold or use a magic wand. This article alone is enough for it to drink a pot."

Because of this treaty, goblins and house-elves were deprived of the use of wands.

There was a crackling, and Ludo Bagman suddenly Apparated, looking dazed.

"What happened? Got the man?"

"My elf has been stunned," Mr. Crouch said in a deep voice.

"Stunning Curse? By that person, or you?"

Ludo Bagman stared blankly at the green mark in the sky, "No, this mark needs a magic wand, I mean, elves can't have a magic wand"

"But it does," added Diggory.

Mr. Crouch's mustache was trembling, and his face was still pale. He pointed his wand at the unconscious Winky who was thrown on the ground, "Resuscitate quickly!"

Winky awoke slowly, and as soon as she saw the crowd surrounding her, especially Mr. Crouch, who looked terribly pale, she began to tremble violently.

"Elf!" said Mr Diggory sharply, "do you know who I am? I am a member of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Fantastic Creatures!"

"See the mark in the sky. When the mark was released, we rushed over. We only found you under the mark. How do you explain it?"

"No, it's not me, sir...", Winky sobbed violently, almost unable to catch her breath.

"We found a magic wand in your hand!" Digory raised his wand.

"It's like my magic wand." All eyes were on Harry.

Harry quickly rummaged around for a while, and then said with some concerns, "It's indeed mine."

Digory's eyes became serious, "So you're confessing?"

"Enough Amos, this is Harry Potter, not some hidden Death Eater!", Mr. Weasley growled impatiently at Diggory.