Prostate Springboard

With the help of the wizard, the fire was quickly extinguished.

Strangely, the fire clearly started in Professor Slughorn's tent, but it didn't burn as badly here...

On the contrary, Crouch's tent next to it was almost completely burned down. It was an utterly senseless disaster.

Are you alright?

Outside the tent, William tossed two vials of Potions to the twins.

"It's nothing, just some minor scratches."

George wiped his arm with styptic agent, still shaken.

"Why are you two chasing after Malfoy!" Hermione pursed her lips, her expression serious, as if Professor McGonagall had possessed her.

"We... thought we had some prank alchemical artifacts that could deal with him," Fred said with a wry smile.

Qiu said sternly, "Have you all forgotten that Malfoy is an adult wizard?! How old are you?"

"Us..."

"I'm going to write to Mom!" Ginny shrieked, delivering the fatal blow.

"Ginny, please... please don't!" Fred pleaded.

"Can I call you 'sister, 'Ginny?" George shamelessly shouted.

However, no one paid any attention to them; the group took turns criticizing the twins in serious tones.

They looked pleadingly at William and Cedric, the two family members.

Cedric straightened his back, wanting to say a few words of advice, but Qiu glared at him, and he didn't dare to be defiant in the slightest.

Having no stance whatsoever, he immediately switched sides like a lackey and joined in the criticism.

William wasn't so shameless; he simply rested his chin on his hand, pretending to be deep in thought, completely ignoring the resentful looks from George and Fred.

The twins were definitely impulsive this time; even if they had prank products, they couldn't possibly be a match for Malfoy.

They are different from Hermione. Hermione dares to face adult wizards directly because William gives her magical training almost every night.

William imparted all his fighting skills to Hermione.

William also taught Cedric and the others, but mostly on school weekends.

After a busy year, the event was cancelled again.

They are certainly much stronger than wizards of the same age, but they are still somewhat lacking in the ability to become adult wizards... especially Death Eaters like Malfoy.

William squinted... It seems that combat training for these guys will have to be picked up again this school year.

The denunciation meeting didn't last long because Crouch came over.

Seeing his tent reduced to ruins, he stood there stunned for several seconds.

Crouch was genuinely bewildered; he'd only been gone half an hour, how had the place become like this?

Your neighbors are having a house party... why are you burning down our tent?

My damned son, cursed with Imperius Curse, is still inside!!

Crouch hated his son, but suddenly he was forced to bury his son... to be separated by death...

Is this something a human being would do?

Mr. Crouch's face was contorted with rage. He looked around and shouted, "Who did this?"

An Auror hurried over, leaned close to Crouch's ear, and whispered something.

A moment later, Crouch's sharp eyes swept over the twins.

"You two started the fire?!"

"We didn't!" Fred shouted, protesting his innocence.

"We didn't do anything!" George said. "The fire started in Professor Slughorn's tent, we didn't set it on fire."

"Don't lie, son!" Crow's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

"My tent is some distance away from here, so it's impossible for it to be ignited."

Just look at the other tents nearby!

Someone set the fire there, and when the Auror arrived, there were only the two of you there!

"We're just putting out fires..." Fred argued.

"If you didn't release them, why did you rescue them...?"

"Barty," a witch in a long woolen coat whispered, "they're just children, Barty, they could never—"

"What's wrong with the child?" Crouch was provoked; he looked somewhat frantic.

"I've seen too many young wizards go astray... Youth is no excuse."

Just then, with another "poof, "Minister Fudge appeared in the crowd in Apparition.

Fudge's clothes were a mess, and he had a pink bow tied around his neck, which was obviously a mistake.

It's also possible that they were playing some strange game and forgot to take it off.

After landing, Fudge felt a soft, squishy sensation under his feet, like stepping in dog poop.

Looking down, there was a lush meadow.

He lifted his foot, rubbed the sole of his shoe hard on the grass, spat angrily, and then looked at Slughorn to the side.

Slughorn was in a bad state; his hands were covered in scratches, and blood was still seeping through them.

He was using Potions, but the vampire's special toxins were preventing the wound from healing.

"What's wrong with you, Horace?" Fudge was startled.

"I was attacked by a vampire, but luckily William saved me," Slughorn said, still shaken.

Even now, he hasn't recovered from the emotional turmoil.

For a moment, he truly thought he was going to die.

He's only a little over a hundred years old, still young, hasn't lived enough yet.

Thanks to William for saving him...

Slughorn felt that it wouldn't be too much to ask him to become sworn brothers with him, even if it meant dying on the same day, month, and year...

William must have thought so too.

"Where's that vampire?" Fudge asked angrily.

Who let those despicable dark creatures into the camp! All Magical Creatures except the Veela deserve to die.

Soon, Sanguini was brought up. His mouth had been cut open, but he wasn't dead; he was just unconscious.

"He must have started the fire!"

Fudge looked around and stomped his foot angrily.

He had just received news of the fire and had to get out of bed, where he had been preparing for the occasion.

He's in a terrible mood right now. The investigation into the death of the United States wizard is still ongoing, and now someone's set a fire!

Fudge kicked hard at the triangular patch of grass beneath his feet, venting his anger.

The feel was surprisingly good, so he kicked it twice more.

"It wasn't him, Cornelius." Crouch searched the ruins and shouted, "Someone even set fire to my tent. There were lots of valuable documents and departmental papers inside... all gone!"

I need someone to take charge.

I must use the Prior Incantato on those two red-haired wizards' wands! I want to investigate this thoroughly!

Crouch was starting to despair; he hadn't found Barty Crouch Jr. or Winky, the House-elf.

"We didn't do it..." George struggled to say.

"Just now, a wizard knocked Malfoy unconscious, took his wand, and set the fire there."

"What? What did you say?" Crouch rushed over, grabbed George's arm, and said with a ferocious grin, "Did you see what he looked like?"

"No... we can't see that person. He might have used Disillusionment Charm or Invisibility Cloak."

As Fred spoke, he snatched George from Crouch's grasp.

He attacked Malfoy from behind and then picked up his wand...

Crouch's face was deathly pale, and his hands and toothbrush-shaped mustache were twitching.

He knew who it was.

That rebellious son didn't die... he escaped!

"Where's Lucius?" Fudge asked anxiously. "Where is he?"

"It was just there..." George said.

Everyone bent down and started searching.

"At your feet, Minister!!" Kingsley shouted.

Fudge was startled and jumped up. His jumping ability was surprisingly strong; the vertical jump reached a staggering 100 centimeters.

After landing, Fudge stomped hard on the dense triangular patch of grass again. He bounced up once more.

Pfft, thump, thump~

And so it went, over and over again... like a springboard.

Wait a minute... if that was Malfoy, then where did Fudge step?

William felt a chill run down his spine and gasped.

It turns out... there are not only prostate brakes in this world, but also prostate springboards.

However, after Fudge's back-and-forth maneuvering... even the best springboard is probably ruined!

Poor Narcissa. (Voiceover~)

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