Chapter 491: Harry's Wand

"Elf!" Scrimgeour asked sternly, "do you know who I am? I'm the Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic!"

Winky started rocking back and forth on the ground, her breathing interrupted by violent sobs!

She nearly passed out again when she heard that Scrimgeour was an Auror.

"Just now, someone conjured the Dark Mark here." Scrimgeour asked sharply, pointing steadily at Winky with his wand, "After a while, we found you, just under the mark! You need to give Let us explain!"

"I, I, I didn't, sir!" gasped Winky, "I don't know how to change, sir!"

"You were found with a wand in your hand!" Scrimgeour said impatiently, taking the wand from someone else and waving it. "Tell me, where did you get this wand? Yes or no......"

Harry, who was standing in the crowd, suddenly said in surprise, "That's mine, sir!"

Everyone turned around quickly, looking at the bewildered Harry.

"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 lost it!"

"Hmph, did you drop it? Are you confessing?" Scrimgeour snorted heavily, his eyes sharp, as if he was going to swallow Harry alive, "After the mark is conjured, throw the wand Lost?!"

"Scrimgeour, watch your words!" Sirius growled, "Think who you are talking to, could it be that Harry Potter will turn the Dark Mark?!"

"Sirius Black!" Scrimgeour said with a trace of surprise, "This kid is Harry Potter?!"

His sharp eyes quickly glanced at Sirius and Ivan, and then fell on Harry again.

"We all saw him riding a broom in the sky just now, trying to save Ivan and Hermione, they are dueling the dark wizard!" Sirius said angrily, "This is what you Aurors should do, But tonight it all depends on a few children. Now say, Harry conjured the Dark Mark?!"

He also drew his wand, confronting Scrimgeour.

"Don't get excited, Blake!" said Fudge hastily. "Of course Harry can't conjure the mark, we all know that. Rufus was just asking Harry, when did he lose his wand?"

"Shortly after the chaos started, I thought it had landed in the box."

Hearing Harry talk about the box, Scrimgeour's face became even more unnatural, which has now been turned into ruins.

Ivan's powerful magic is still fresh in his memory, and everything tonight is extraordinarily unusual.

With so many people out there waiting for the outcome, it must be done quickly.

Scrimgeour turned his eyes back to Winky crouching at his feet, his eyes becoming more ruthless, "You found this wand there, elf, didn't you? You picked it up and thought you could find it with it." Have some fun, eh?"

"I didn't use it for magic, sir!" shrieked Winky, tears streaming down the sides of her squashed bulbous nose like streams, "I, I, I... I Just picked it up, sir! I didn't make the Dark Mark, sir, trust me, I don't know how!"

"You don't know how to use this magic, it's hard to say?!" Scrimgeour's voice was a little serious, "Since this wand is in your hands, this matter must have nothing to do with you. There is a simple way, You can discover the last spell cast by the wand, did you know that, elf?"

Winky trembled all over, shook her head desperately, and flapped her ears.

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 docked it with Harry's.

"Flashback!" said Scrimgeour in a icy voice.

There was a gasp in the crowd, they saw a horrific skeleton spitting snakes out from where the two wands met, but it was just the shadow of the green skeleton above their heads.

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

"Vanish!" growled Scrimgeour.

The skeleton made of smoke turned into a puff of smoke and disappeared.

"How do you say that?" He put on a cruelly smug expression, looking at Shining under his feet.

Winky was still trembling violently, looking extremely pitiful.

"Not me!" she screamed, rolling her eyeballs in horror. "Not me, not me, I don't know how! I'm a good elf, I don't fiddle with wands, I don't know how!"

"Enough, you were caught red-handed with this criminal wand in your hand!" Scrimgeour shouted, "There are very few wizards who know this magic, tell us, where did you learn it? "

Winky let out a harsh panting sound, like a broken bellows.

"Scrooge, perhaps you are saying..." Crouch spoke, every syllable tinged with icy anger, "I regularly teach my servants to make the Dark Mark?"

Scrimgeour stared at him in a very oppressive silence, with a strange gleam in his eyes.

None of the hundreds of Ministry of Magic officials spoke, and Barty Crouch had a high status and dignity in the Ministry of Magic.

Especially his past experience made all wizards feel scared.

Fudge, who was supposed to be the master, seemed terrified, looking terrified, looked at Crouch for a while, and then turned his head to look at Scrimgeour.

"Everything is possible, we need to investigate!" Scrimgeour didn't flinch, and his tone was equally cold.

Judging from his appearance, it seemed that Crouch had planned the attack tonight.

And at the end, made his house-elf conjure the Dark Mark!

"I hope you don't forget that throughout my long career there has been much evidence that I have always loathed and hated the Dark Arts, and all who practice them!" cried Mr. Crouch, his eyes popping out.

"Obviously, but that doesn't explain your house-elf's dark magic."

"Perhaps she learned it by accident!" said Fudge uneasily. "Now, elf, tell me, where on earth did you find Harry's wand?"

Winky twisted the welt of the tea towel she was wearing so hard that her fingers unscrewed it so hard that the welt came loose.

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

"Well, let me see, this matter is very clear!" Fudge said softly, "It must be that the dark wizard who fought with Ivan picked up Harry's wand in the box, and finally turned into a black magic wand there." Magic Mark."

"Mr. Minister, I saw someone Apparate just now!" The wizard who first noticed Shining said hurriedly, "That figure suddenly disappeared from my eyes, and disappeared in a flash..." (To be continued.)