Under Brian's exoteric curse, he saw Barty Crouch being dragged behind by Shining, his expression was sometimes confused and sometimes resentful, and he kept struggling to return to the camp.

Finally, Batty Crouch's eyes became clearer and clearer. He slowly raised the wand in his hand and shouted coldly:

"The corpse appears again!"

A huge green shining thing rushed out from the tip of his wand and rose into the sky.

Brian looked up and saw that it was an extremely huge skeleton. A big python emerged from the skeleton's mouth and glowed in the night sky with green light, like a terrifying neon light.

Brian tilted his head and looked at it lightly.

Screams erupted from the surrounding woods, and the parade Death Eaters in the camp fled like mice seeing a cat.

Brian calmly retreated into the shade of the tree, watching a group of Ministry of Magic wizards rushing over and releasing spells randomly. Shinzan was knocked out. Just as Crouch had time to stuff the wand in Shinzan's hand into Shinz's hand, he was knocked out.

The Harry trio ran to the side, then retreated in panic, surrounded by more than twenty wizards, and aimed the wand at them.

"Stop it! That's my son!" Arthur Weasley hurried over.

"Who released the Dark Mark?" a wizard asked sternly.

"We did nothing!" Ron said.

"Don't lie!" Mr. Crouch looked a little crazy, his meticulous hair was messy.

Amos Digory found the house elf Shining from the woods, and said, "Catch it! There is a house elf here with a magic wand in his hand!"

"This... cannot..." Mr. Crouch's face was pale, his eyes were blazing. He quickly strode towards the place where the flash was discovered, groping quickly on the ground. When he touched the familiar human body, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back.

At this time, Brian in invisible walked over and looked at the person lying on the ground. He thought for a while, cast a transforming spell on the trunk on one side, making him exactly like Crouch. Then he draped the invisible cloak on it and dragged Crouch back into the shadow.

"Recover quickly." Brian chanted the spell in a very soft voice, watching Little Crouch wake up blankly, his expression keeps struggling, and finally looked at him like a dream.

"Who are you?" he croaked.

"Batty Crouch Jr?" Brian smiled, "What a coincidence..."

On the other hand, the Ministry of Magic wizard recited the flashback spell on the wand in Shin's hand, and finally, Mr. Crouch gave Shin a piece of clothing indifferently.

Little Crouch looked at this scene with a deep irony flashing in his eyes.

"The Dark Lord is preparing for the resurrection plan and needs your help..." Brian said slowly, "If you want..."

Little Crouch stared at him tightly, his mouth twitched, and finally turned into a low and dumb laugh. He said hoarsely: "Finally... has it finally arrived? Of course, I am the most loyal servant of the Dark Lord..."

Brian looked at him without emotion and said softly: "I have notified his people that someone will come to help you... When Mr. Crouch comes and takes you away..." He pointed to the fake who transformed the ground over there and said: "It's when you do it..."

"As for what happened next, I won't interfere... You're not that useless."

"Then, good luck..." Brian said with a smile. He stroked the badge in his hand, notified the other side, and turned around and walked towards the camp.

Little Crouch looked at him gloomyly, his eyes shining in the night, with a little hysterical arrogance.

Brian returned to his tent with ease. Mr. Fry had already returned and was whispering to Mrs. Fry with a pale face. Brian returned to his bedroom and canceled the magic spell on his body.

[Witness the Death Eater in the World Cup, Witness Point 1]

Brian sighed slightly and said softly: "It seems that it is necessary to have a family meeting."

He walked out of the bedroom, and the couple looked at each other, stretched their frowns, pretending that nothing had happened.

"The dark magic mark appears in the sky?" Brian said.

Mr. Foley's face looked even more ugly. He covered his chest exaggeratedly and said, "Stop talking, it's scary! My heart is still pounding..."

"I haven't had a good time yet..." Mrs. Fley gave him a blank look, then frowned with some concern.

Brian had nothing to say, and he sat on the sofa and said softly: "When I get home, I have something to tell you...a very important thing."

The Fryers looked at each other and nodded slightly.

They returned to their respective bedrooms and slept for several hours. Early the next morning, Mr. Furley put away his tent, said goodbye to his friends, and went home with a phantom appearance at the camp.

"Look, the Ministry of Magic is panicked... the criminal is not captured... the slack of security... brings shame to the country..." Mr. Fry returned to his original appearance and read today's Daily Prophet with a smile, "I knew it was written by Rita Skitt."

"This woman's pen is a murderous knife. She can write the living to death, and she can write the dead to death..." Mr. Fley said, "But she dare not write about us... You know, our family has a part of the Prophet Daily's shares... I can make her not have a salary to receive."

On this day, they did not mention what happened last night. When the Ministry of Magic was in a state of turmoil, they leisurely made up for their sleep. They gathered at the tea table in the garden until after dinner, and the atmosphere seemed a little silent.

Finally, Brian spoke first, and he said softly: "Father, what did you think about what happened last night?"

"What's there? It's just a trick of some reckless guy." Mr. Foley said in a casual tone, "Don't care too much."

Mrs. Fley sat dignifiedly, lowering her eyes slightly, listening quietly, like an elegant sculpture.

"No, father, from many signs, he's coming back." Brian said calmly, "soon."

Mr. Foley's right eye twitched, his straight back suddenly collapsed, and he rubbed his forehead and said, "How did you judge, Brian?"

"Last semester, Professor Trelawney gave a prophecy... His faithful servant was about to break free from the chains and make him come back." Brian showed a faint smile. "In the beginning, Harry Potter would defeat him, and this prophecy also came from Trelawney."

"Ah..." Mr. Fry sighed, "Yes, it's getting closer. Recently, the Dark Mark always has abnormal movements... His power is gradually coming back."

"By the way, this has nothing to do with the Dark Lord, right?" Mr. Fley said helplessly.

"On the contrary, to achieve this goal, the world needs a Dark Lord." Brian said softly. He didn't want to be that Dark Lord, so he had to let Voldemort come.

In any case, he always believed that it was the stupidest way to make himself a dark king and stand opposite to most people.

"Father, do you want to be the Minister of Magic?" Brian said with his head tilted.

Mr. Foley blinked a little dullly before shook his head and said, "Just the fool wants to do that job... I'm not idle now? Why are you so busy that you're overwhelmed?"

"You don't have to be so busy... Why do the secretary do if you have something to do?" Brian said with a smile.

"So I'm only responsible for taking the blame?" Mr. Furley rolled his eyes.

"I understand." Brian nodded thoughtfully. It seemed that Faggie, the Minister of Magic, was still acceptable.

"So, what do you want to do?" Mrs. Fley said softly.

Brian pursed his lips and said meaningfully:
Chapter completed!