The Butler Gets Arrested, Voldemort Is About to Return

"Stupefy!"

More than twenty Warlock suddenly descended from the sky, surrounding them and simultaneously casting Sleeping Charm without saying a word, a series of flashing red lights shooting out from their Wand.

Aaron immediately pushed Harry and Hermione to the ground, Lyon pinned Ron, and Adrian stepped on his brother's shoulders, performing a backflip to escape the encirclement. Jeans, meanwhile, drew his Wand with incredible speed, deflecting the spells aimed at him into the night sky.

Having dodged a wave of Sleeping Charm, Aaron and Lyon immediately drew their Wand, ready to counterattack.

Just then, Mr. Weasley's urgent voice suddenly came from afar, "Stop, stop, that's my son."

The Warlock clearly recognized the voice and tacitly stopped their attack, but remained vigilant.

Arthur rushed over, his voice trembling, "Thank you, Merlin. Are you all here? Are you alright?"

"Luckily you arrived in time, otherwise they would have been in trouble." Aaron shrugged, glancing at Adrian almost imperceptibly as he spoke.

She glared at Aaron resentfully, but still put away her Wand and reluctantly entered the encirclement.

"Get out of the way, Arthur." The lead Warlock pointed his Wand at the group and sternly asked, "Who turned the mark on you?"

"Crouch, they didn't..."

"Don't lie, you were caught red-handed at the crime scene."

"Barty, they're just kids," Arthur explained anxiously and helplessly. "It can't be them."

"Crime?" Harry asked blankly. "What crime?"

Aaron pointed to the green skull above his head, "The You-Know-Who is marked. Those people who appeared that night are most likely Death Eater."

Barty's Wand immediately pointed at Aaron, "You know Barty very well!"

"Uh... I don't like people pointing Wand at me," Aaron said casually. "But never mind, I understand, Mr. Crouch. Barty Crouch."

"Shall we make a move?" Lyon asked, slightly excited. "Not counting Mr. Weasley, there are only twenty-three. Uncle Jeans should be able to take on twenty without any problem. The three of us can each take one."

"Uh... Young Master Lyon, if possible, it would be better not to make a move." Jeans chuckled awkwardly, ignoring the Wand pointing at him. "The Dark Mark is none of our business, nor are the Death Eater."

"Evidence," said a Warlock with a short brown stubble, Amos Diggory, Cedric Diggory's father.

Jeans frowned slightly. "It's a bit unreasonable to ask an innocent person to testify to how they proved their innocence."

"There is still evidence." Aaron brushed Harry's hair aside and pointed to the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. "This is the famous the Chosen One, Harry Potter."

Do you really think the You-Know-Who's mark is related to him? That's a complete joke.

"I know he's Harry Potter, and you kids might not have any problem with him, but what about him?" Amos pointed his Wand at Jeans. "This gentleman just single-handedly blocked several spells, and this is a crime scene. Isn't he suspicious?"

"I advise you to watch your words," Adrian said coldly. "If Uncle Jeans decides to take action, you won't have the chance to spout nonsense here."

"It couldn't be them," Harry said hastily. "Aaron and the others woke me up. It couldn't possibly be them."

"Harry Potter," Amos said with a hint of helplessness, "Is it possible that we arrived in time, and he didn't have a chance to attack you?"

"Sir, please come with us. If you really have nothing to do with this, we'll release you immediately."

"I'm afraid that won't work," Jeans said with some difficulty. "I wouldn't mind going to the Ministry of Magic, but if I take those three away, there will be no one to protect them."

"I have no objection." Aaron was incredibly excited, as if he could see freedom beckoning to him.

Although it's a bit unfair to do this, if Jeans goes into the Ministry of Magic, wouldn't the three of them have maximum freedom before he comes out?

Holy crap!

Jeans looked at his young master in astonishment; this betrayal was completely unexpected!

Aaron glared back without any politeness; he hadn't forgotten how his holiday schedule had been arranged.

He gets a beating every day, and the meals are never the same.

Now that the opportunity for revenge is right in front of him, he has no reason to miss it.

"I have no objection either," Lyon said somewhat guiltily. "Uncle Jeans, don't worry, we will protect ourselves."

Jeans felt as if a knife had been plunged into his heart, a sharp, cold pain.

Adrian was both amused and exasperated, and remained silent.

"Sigh!" Jeans sighed. "I can cooperate with you, but I have one small request."

"I'll bring all three children with me; I'm worried about leaving them here."

Aaron and the other two looked at each other in disbelief, never expecting Jeans to do something like this, even taking them with him when he went to jail.

"Hehe!" Lyon chuckled awkwardly. "Uncle Jeans, I was just joking. Do you believe me?"

"Believe what?" Jeans rolled his eyes. "My biggest regret is not telling the Darwin Family that you were out there with us, but I will never make such a stupid mistake again."

Also, young master, I must remind you that I arranged your class schedule for the past 10 years.

You should understand what this means.

Aaron's expression changed slightly, and his heart was filled with a gray gloom.

Damn! This was too hasty; this is setting the stage for future repercussions!

"Hahaha!" Adrian couldn't help but laugh. "Uncle Jeans, stop teasing them. It's a very simple thing."

Jeans shrugged and turned to Arthur Weasley. "Mr. Weasley, I'll leave these few to you. I'll be right back."

"Okay, no problem." Arthur nodded blankly.

Thank you.

Jeans readily handed over his Wand and, along with Amos and three Ministry of Magic officials Apparition away, while Barty Crouch led the others to search in other directions.

After watching them leave, Aaron's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Damn it, I feel like I'm already seeing the next sad holiday."

"Same here." Leon patted him on the shoulder. "But I'm much better off than you. At least he can't control me."

"You guys come with me first!" Mr. Weasley said in a low voice.

"I'm not going," Adrian said. "I was planning to leave after watching this Quidditch World Cup anyway."

Aaron, please say goodbye to Uncle Jeans for me. Goodbye.

"Wait a minute," Ron hurriedly interjected, "It's still very dangerous. We're not sure if Death Eater will launch a surprise attack."

Adrian didn't pay any attention and disappeared into the ground in the blink of an eye.

"I have to go home too."

"Didn't you say you were going to stay at my house for two months?"

"Once Uncle Jeans comes back, my family will probably call me back. It's more dignified to go back voluntarily." Saying this, Leon waved his hand and Apparition away.

Upon seeing this, Harry, his two friends, and Mr. Weasley were all completely dumbfounded.

"Apparition." Ron swallowed hard. "They're about our age, aren't they?"

"Do they have certificates?" Weasley asked with some concern. "Certificates from the Ministry of Magic that allow Apparition."

"A certificate?" Aaron clicked his tongue. "Most people need certificates, but they... they really don't."

"This is too dangerous, especially for minors."

"Their talent is no less than mine, and they can master many advanced spells in a short period of time."

"Can you Apparition?" Hermione asked, looking at Aaron.

"You guess?"

Hermione's lips twitched. Judging from his attitude, he probably knew this magic.

Mr. Weasley led them to the edge of the woods, where their tent, being closer to the meeting place, was undamaged.

Upon seeing Arthur Weasley appear, a group of terrified Warlock surrounded him.

"How did they get back over there?"

"Who conjured the mark?"

"Could it really be Death Eater?"

The various questions made Mr. Weasley particularly impatient, so he could only tell them that the attackers had used Apparition escape before squeezing through the crowd and entering the tent.

"It seems you all must have fought with those Dark Wizard." Aaron sighed as he looked at the three wounded. Charlie, Bill, and Percy, all graduates of the Weasley family, had sustained some injuries, but none of them were too serious.

George, Fred, and Ginny were unharmed, though they looked a little pale.

"It's the Ministry of Magic, after all. I was prepared for this kind of thing," Percy said righteously, though his bleeding nose made him look a little comical.

"That's really impressive." Aaron gave him a thumbs up without hesitation. In his opinion, Percy was rather narcissistic and a workaholic who especially liked to show off, but his attitude towards work was truly admirable.

"Dad, have you caught those people yet?" Bill asked.

"No, Warlock who can Apparition are not so easy to catch."

"What is that skull?" Ron asked, puzzled. "It seems to be just a symbol. Even if it's related to the You-Know-Who, there's no need for everyone to panic like this!"

"That's a symbol of death." Aaron sat down with Abei in his arms. "That mark hasn't appeared for thirteen years. Before, every time it appeared, it meant someone had died."

"And what are Death Eater?" Harry asked.

"Voldemort's lackey," Aaron said casually. Everyone in the tent except Harry shuddered at the mention of Voldemort's name.

"Uh...sorry," Aaron continued, "But after thirteen years, I believe most Death Eater wouldn't be so loyal anymore, and these Dark Wizard tonight might just be there to make up the numbers."

"Just there to make up the numbers?" Harry said angrily. "Are the murderers and arsonists just there to make up the numbers?"

"Calm down, Harry. Actually, they only set fires; they didn't kill anyone."

"In Muggle terms, it's a demonstration," Aaron explained dismissively, then added, "But it's an omen, an omen of the You-Know-Who's imminent return."

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