Tick-tick-tick.
The sound of a drop of blood falling softly can be heard in the room, only the sound of a trickle of blood dripping onto the floor.
Stab. Thud!
Amostha slowly pulled back his hand, while Dalis, losing his support, slumped against the wall and slid down, finally thudding to the floor.
Gurgle.
Harry swallowed hard. When Professor Bran returned to face, his expression of indifference and coldness had Harry a heart jump.
"Amosta!"
The Mad-Eye was filled with anger and confusion.
"Abraxas, we are here because Harry has asked us to stop you from killing Darrus. What good does that do us? You are making things more complicated!"
Amosta glanced at the fallen Darrus as if he were looking at garbage, shook the blood off his hand, and calmly said,
"He's not dead."
Amosta of course would not kill Darrus... now, he would not, or some things would have no certificate.
It's indeed a relief for everyone, even Harry himself, that Darrus did not die.
However, people's moods did not become lighter as a result.
Amosta?Bran was staring at the Aurors, a feeling of powerlessness and terror surging in their hearts!
"Unless you produce evidence that Harry Potter is guilty of murder..."
Amosta's expression had relaxed somewhat when facing the remaining Aurors.
These people were just following orders and not the main conspirators. He didn't have to make things difficult for them.
"---Otherwise, I'm afraid I can't agree to let you take Harry Potter away."
Amosta said.
The Aurors maintained silence.
If they were sincere, they would have liked to quickly distance themselves from the raging Anger of Amostha?Bran, but the Minister for Magic's orders left them in a dilemma.
Harry opened his mouth to say something, but at that moment, a silver lynx pierced through the ceiling and landed in front of Harry.
It's a Patronus.
Harry recognized it immediately. He had seen Dumbledore's silver phoenix and Professor Bran's strange snake.
The silver lynx was momentarily stunned by the unknown Darrus, while Amosta's blood-stained hand gave Kingsley a rough idea of what had happened.
However, Kingsley did not interfere.
The silver lynx faced the Aurors who were mute with fear in the presence of Amosta, its voice loud and deep.
"Abraxas?Dumbledore made a consensus with the Minister of Magic ten minutes ago, allowing Harry Potter to be temporarily confined in Number 12 Grimmauld Place until his trial on July 20th, the capture mission is canceled, and all Aurors immediately return to the Department."
Phew.
After the silver lynx finished speaking, a series of gasps echoed through the ruins, and many Aurors looked like they were about to faint.
"Amosta--"
Kingsley's Patronus turned to face Amosta.
"Abraxas, I was sent by Dumbledore to tell you that he is waiting for you at the old home of Remus Lupin, he wants to talk to you as soon as possible."
After a moment of hesitation, Amosta nodded.
Crack!
In a faint explosion, the silver lynx vanished into thin air.
"That's the prompt to leave this place!"
The Mad-Eye glared furiously at the Aurors in the Ministry.
"Otherwise, I'm not sure if St. Mungo's has enough wards to accommodate all of you!"
Thus, the previously arrogant Aurors, carrying the barely breathing Darrus, quickly withdrew from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's home in a disgraceful and scattered manner.
Although the heavy atmosphere inside the house did not ease much with the withdrawal of the Aurors, the air of dread was finally dispersed.
Remus wiped away the cold sweat on his forehead and gave a bitter smile.
"I almost thought you really killed Darrus just now, Amosta-
"- "
"As far as I'm concerned, killing him wouldn't be a bad thing!"
Sirius said with a stubborn neck,
"At least it would scare off Fudge and warn him not to act recklessly!"
"I completely agree!"
Tonks gave a happy smile.
"Then we can send Amosta and Harry to Azkaban together."
Tonks was undoubtedly joking, but no one could make a joke out of it at that moment.
Amelia took a few steps to Amosta's side, her fair complexion and furrowed eyebrows revealing her concern.
"We're all still in the dark, Amosta. Lemy and I were going to go to work."
Sirius suddenly turned to us and said, "The Minister of Magic announced this morning at the press conference following the escape at Azkaban that the main reason for this event was that Aurors were investigating a murder case in London that had taken up the attention of the Auror office."
"And they have obtained crucial evidence. The suspect of the murder is."
Amelia looked at Harry, her brown eyes filled with unease.
"Total nonsense!"
Harry hadn't had a chance to defend himself when Sirius shouted out,
"I've never heard that the Ministry is investigating any murder case!"
"It's too early to draw conclusions, Sirius!"
Mad-Eye Moody said gruffly.
"Oh, that can't be, can it?"
Ddaalor Diggo put on a high-end purple top hat and shouted nervously,
"You don't really think that Harry Potter could kill someone, Alastor?"
Harry found that he didn't need to defend himself at all. Among the people who had come with Sirius, almost everyone had expressed the opinion that he was entirely innocent and had been framed. These were people Harry mostly didn't know, but they firmly believed in him, which moved Harry deeply.
"But the Ministry must have some evidence against him!"
Mad-Eye was the only one with a different opinion. His two blue eyes were staring at Harry in a "hostile" way,
"Otherwise, Fudge wouldn't make such a big deal, unless, he wants to prove to the entire magical world that he's just a laughable clown, right, kid--"
Moody, cane in hand, stepped in front of Harry.
"You've pulled some mischief, haven't you, and got caught in the act?"
"No, Professor Moody!"
Harry shouted angrily.
"Oh, don't call me professor. I haven't had the chance to teach anyone!"
Moody roared more fiercely.
"Alastor--"
Remus called out in a reprimanding tone. He looked at Harry, his eyes flashing with hesitation, but eventually, he did not pursue any questions to Harry, but looked at Amosta again.
"I can't understand why Fudge would be so foolish."
Remus said,
"The Ministry knows Harry is here, so they must know you're here as well, Amosta. Does he really think that Aurors can take him away from you?"
"Fudge probably doesn't know that I'm here..."
Amosta spoke calmly,
"He probably found Harry because the trace still attached to him."
"What is a trace?"
Harry furrowed his eyebrows.
He didn't know what a trace was, but from the enlightened expressions of others, Professor Bran's explanation seemed plausible.
"Go ask Hermione about it, Harry."
Amosta said, as he looked around at the mess.
Snap!
With a crisp snap of his fingers, the broken dishes, collapsed walls and floors, and the scattered furniture in the room were all restored as if by a time loop, and soon everything in the room was back to normal.
Forgotten by people, curled up in the corner to witness everything, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were stunned.
Stunned by the magical scene, they didn't come back to their senses until Amosta came in front of them.
As Amosta's body cast its shadow over them, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley shivered involuntarily. They stared at Amosta with terrified eyes, their bodies shaking with shivers.
Just now, this young man almost killed someone in front of them!
"You-you-you--I-I-I--"
Veronique Weasley shivered, his teeth chattering, and he couldn't articulate anything coherent. He just raised a hand in front of his wife to block her.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble-"
Amosta said, he snapped his fingers again, a canvas bag appeared in mid-air and fell into his palm, making a jingling sound.
"Here is some gold, I hope it can compensate for your emotional loss."
So, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley stopped shaking all at once.
After placing the bag in the arms of Veronique Weasley, Amosta no longer paid attention to them, returning to Harry's side.
"Could you help Harry pack his things? I'll take him to Grimmauld Place first."
As he spoke, Amosta's hand rested on Harry's shoulder.
With a soft thud, the two figures disappeared from everyone's sight.
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