Chapter 330: Pick Some Dogs, Wayne: Blow Me!
In the battle just now, two Death Eaters risked being separated and successfully escaped from the scene by apparating.
Not because of how strong they are, nor because of how lucky they are.
It was because before leaving, they used magic to let Wayne know his true identity, so they were able to open their eyes and not let the flames engulf them when they started to apparate.
But this does not mean that this matter is in the past.
Young Selwyn, also known as Arsenio Selwyn, had just finished his first year as a Slytherin at Hogwarts.
He had a good relationship with Wayne when he was in school and was one of Slytherin's 'friends'.
Every time a new product is released in the Celia store, Selwyn will buy it as soon as possible as a show of goodwill and support to Wayne [Wayne spends more money here than Malfoy.
Of course, the cost of make-up lessons must be excluded.
That's why Wayne was willing to give him a way out.
But if there is no explanation that satisfies him, it will not be too late to kill him now.
The mask originally used to hide his identity had long been taken off. Old Selwyn saw his son being stepped into the dirt by Wayne. He didn't have the courage to resist at all, so he could only tremble and beg for mercy:
"Lord Lawrence, I was confused. Please forgive us."
Wayne sneered and kicked little Selwyn away, "Is this the reason you gave me?"
"If that's the case, it was really unnecessary for me to let you go just now."
While he was speaking, starlight had re-condensed in his hand, and little Selwyn was so frightened that he crawled back to his feet and hugged his thigh.
"Wayne, no, Lord Lawrence!"
"We are willing to pay any price for our crimes, the wealth of the Selwyn family, and our loyalty. Please give us a chance!"
Old Selwyn nodded desperately: "Sir, what my son said may completely represent the Selwyn family, and we are willing to give everything!"
"Even if you were asked to kill Voldemort, would you backstab your former master?" Wayne lowered his hand slightly.
Hearing this name, Old Selwyn trembled.
Voldemort is not dead, this is something many people know.
Especially the former Death Eaters, the Dark Mark on their hands has not dissipated, this is the best proof.
But 25 old Selwyn still gritted his teeth and said: "Of course! Your will!"
"I can complete the task alone. Arsenio can stay by your side and dress you. Is that okay?"
After a simple weighing, Old Selwyn came to the conclusion that Wayne was more terrifying than Voldemort.
During the period when the Dark Lord was at his most rampant, his most dazzling achievement was facing an ambush by thirty Aurors and nearly a hundred attackers, successfully killing more than a dozen people and then leaving calmly.
If it weren't for the fear of Dumbledore coming to support, perhaps not many of those people would survive.
Since then, wizards all over the UK have entered a stage where they talk about the Dark Lord and do not even dare to mention his name.
Compared with Wayne's feat just now, the two sides were actually about the same. Although there were more people this time, the overall quality was definitely not as high as that of the strikers and Aurors.
But the question is how old was Voldemort at that time and how old is Lawrence now?
Selwyn calculated this account very clearly.
If he could sacrifice his life to preserve the continuation of the Selwyn family's bloodline, he would rather face Voldemort.
"Father..." Little Selwyn's eyes were red.
"Don't give me the drama of a loving father and a filial son." Wayne said coldly: "Selwyn, I let you live until now because of the little friendship we had."
"If you can't come up with a bargaining chip that can make my heart beat, it's useless to say anything."
Old Selwyn was not surprised but overjoyed, and immediately revealed all the background of the Selwyn family.
In terms of money, Wayne didn't care at all, but when he heard that his family owned half of the shares in a dragon farm, his eyes lit up.
"Can we completely acquire this dragon farm in half a month?"
"Yes!" Old Serge replied with great certainty, feeling ecstatic in his heart, knowing that his life was finally saved.
Wayne nodded with some satisfaction, leaned back, and a soft sofa appeared under him. As for Selwyn and his son, they should just kneel down.
"Who organized this operation?" Wayne asked.
"Malfoy, Parkinson, and Flint."
This Death Eater's 'class reunion' is basically an act of venting for them, and it has nothing to do with the Dark Lord.
Wearing the look of a former Death Eater is just to scare people and make them more afraid.
Wayne frowned: "I didn't see Malfoy among the group of people just now."
"As for Parkinson and Flint... they've gone to see Merlin.'
Old Selwyn trembled and said quickly: "Malfoy has been walking with Flint and the others. I didn't lie to you." Little Selwyn thought of something and said quickly: I know! Right here. Not long before you arrived, a hooded man secretly left the team, that must be Malfoy!"
Hearing his son's words, Old Selwyn was so angry that he almost broke his teeth.
Damn Malfoy, why the hell did you run away without calling me?
It's so slippery when riding a horse
"Except you two, all those who caused trouble today have been arrested and will be tried soon."
Wayne looked down at the two of them. At this time, the sun had gradually risen, and the golden light fell on the young man's face, making it impossible to look directly at him.
Selwyn and his son lowered their heads respectfully, waiting for Wayne's instructions.
"Go and pick out a few people who are willing to be dogs, and then go find Crouch, and he will fish them out."
"Remember, if the person you choose has evil intentions in the future, you two, no, the entire Selwyn family will be buried with him.
"Is there a quantity limit?" Old Selwyn asked cautiously.
"Three families." Wayne said casually: "I prefer to make friends. Having too many dogs is very annoying."
"I understand." Old Selwyn said obediently: "I will definitely select the three most suitable ones. It is their honor to be your dog.
Wayne waved his hand, "Go away."
Selwyn and his son kowtowed respectfully before apparating away from the scene.
Wayne did not leave, but slowly opened his hand, looked at the ladybug in his hand and said softly:
"Ms. Skeeter, you seem to know too much..."
The ladybug flapped its wings, flew out of the boy's palm, landed on it, and transformed into an exaggerated woman.
Her hair was made into fine, stiff curls, with ugly eye frames and a pointed chin, which looked like an extremely mean look to Orientals.
This woman is Rita Skeeter, the top reporter of the Daily Prophet.
Not only can she get news that many people can't get, but she also has a magical quill pen that can make mediocre articles full of gimmicks.
Many people hate her, even hate her, but it is undeniable that as long as Rita Skeeter is involved, the Daily Prophet can sell very well.
The secret of her success is that she is an illegal Animagus, who can transform into a ladybug and sneak into any inaccessible place to obtain many secrets.
"Boss, if it weren't for your permission, how could I have heard these things?"
Rita Skeeter, who dared to speak wildly and dig up breaking news even in front of Dumbledore, was carefully observing the boy's face at this time, her heart in her throat.
She was not afraid of Dumbledore because he knew that the old man would not directly retaliate for what he wrote. At most, he would prevent her from entering Hogwarts.
But she can transform into a ladybug and is not afraid of such warnings at all.
But the boy in front of him was different.
He knows all her secrets and has terrifying power, controlling 80% of the media in the wizarding world.
When life and dreams are choked by one person, fear is inevitable.
"Relax." Wayne saw her nervousness and smiled: "If I really wanted to do something, I would just pinch you to death.
"Ms. Skeeter, I think we have a very good employment relationship, and you are the employee I admire most."
Wayne stretched out his hand, and a single sofa appeared behind Rita Skeeter, and the boy motioned for him to sit down.
Rita Skeeter didn't dare to refuse, so she sat down obediently, with only a little bit of her butt touching the sofa, extremely restrained.
“Some news should be as explosive and eye-catching as you are good at, telling people what they want to know. As for the truth, it doesn’t matter.
Rita Skeeter showed an excited look: "You are really wise, completely different from those old antiques from the publishing house!"
Wayne's ideas coincided with hers.
"Then please tell me." Wayne sat up slightly, "What is the focus of this report?"
Rita Skeeter hesitated for a moment and expressed her thoughts: "The quality of foreign wizards is low, the management of the Ministry of Magic is incompetent, and... there are also those pure bloods who are arrogant and domineering."
After saying that, Rita Skeeter saw that Wayne was still staring at her without saying a word, feeling restless.
"I don't think it's right." The boy said word by word.
Rita Skeeter nodded wildly, "I don't think it's right either. I'm too stupid. Boss, please give me some advice on how you think this article should be written.
Wayne showed a shy smile: "It's actually very simple..."
Rita Skeeter listened carefully and even took out parchment and quill.
But the young man just said one word, which made her stunned.
"Blow me."
The lively night finally passed, and when dawn approached, the camp became completely quiet. Many people couldn't wait to leave with the door keys issued by the Ministry of Magic.
For many people, the first half of the experience is destined to be wonderful, but the second half is extremely bad.
At around nine o'clock, Mr. Weasley, his three sons, and Mr. Diggory dragged their exhausted bodies back to the tent.
Everyone who was having breakfast quickly took out the portions prepared for them, and Cedric asked concerned about the situation outside.
"It turned into a pot of oatmeal." Mr. Weasley drank all the oatmeal in one gulp, stood up and filled up another bowl.
"Hundreds of troublemaking wizards come from dozens of countries. Because they are arrested across borders, just contacting their country's Ministry of Magic to go through the procedures will take a month of overtime."
Percy showed a silly smile: "Mr. Crouch gave me the task of writing the report, and he values me more."
Everyone ignored him, and Ginny asked: "What punishment will those people receive?"
"Except for the core marchers, the rest have not yet been determined." Mr. Weasley shook his head, "There are too many countries involved, and there may be restrictions on extradition treaties."
"What we can do is to let these people eat some bones and compensate the victims before those countries react."
While saying this, he secretly glanced at Wayne who was peeling oranges for Astoria.
Speaking of losses... those hundreds of wizards combined, none of them have Wayne.
A fire seal came one after another, and two fire walls of several hundred meters turned the surrounding area into scorched earth.
However, these losses were placed on those people's heads.
There will be no one complaining for them, hoping that this group of scourges will lose everything.
Even for the dozens of people who died, the Ministry of Magic tacitly agreed not to investigate the cause of their deaths and attributed them all to accidental injuries.
They were not fools. When they saw the group of hooded men crawling at Wayne's feet, they knew who was responsible for all this.
Who would want to bring bad luck to Wayne for these unlucky people?
This behavior has been defined as a terrorist attack133, and any countermeasures taken will be regarded as legitimate defense.
The only thing Mr. Weasley didn't understand was why those Death Eaters were seeking death and shooting death curses at Wayne.
Unless, they are controlled by others.
But Mr. Weasley didn't want to think about this, so it was better to be more confused.
When he reported to Fudge, he did not mention these doubts. He only said that these people launched a sneak attack and wanted to fight to the death.
"Right." He suddenly looked at Wayne: "The minister asked me to ask you, what are you going to do with those 'diamonds'?"
The young man immediately showed a disgusted expression: "Whoever wants it, wants it at the same time.
Ronald's eyes lit up: "Diamond, what kind of diamond? Can you give it to me?"
The faces of several adults turned green, and Mr. Weasley gave Ronald a rare slap on the forehead:
"Eat your porridge!"
"Dad, that's a diamond!" Ronald said anxiously.
Sirius pulled his sleeves and whispered something in his ear, and Ronald's face instantly turned pale.
"Okay, let's go back after dinner. Such a big thing happened, Jasmine must be very anxious.
Everyone nodded and finished their food in twos and twos.
After repacking the tent, the Weasley family, the Digory family, and Luna and his daughter prepared to use the portkey to return to the village, while Wayne summoned the Phoenix King.
Before leaving, he pulled classmate Xiaosai into the woods.
"Go back and help me ask your dad if he wants to make progress?"
Cedric looked at him blankly: "How to make progress?"
"Your brain is not suitable for the Ministry of Magic." Wayne sighed helplessly: "Just go back and tell Mr. Diggory, he will come tomorrow.
Cedric had no choice but to nod and write it down.
The girls surrounded Wayne, and the Phoenix King transformed into blazing flames, forming vortexes that enveloped everyone and disappeared in place.
When he reappeared, he was back as Wayne's retainer.
"Everyone, please rest for a while. I didn't sleep well last night." Wayne said, looking at the tiredness on the faces of Hermione and Qiu.
"I'd better go home first." Qiu shook her head: "Dad is still at the Ministry of Magic, and I must bring the news of his safety to mom." "
Wayne nodded and asked Shanaiyaduo to send Qiu home.
The others went back to their rooms to sleep. Astoria got into Wayne's room and fell asleep on the bed.
At noon, a cat-headed cat flew in with urgently printed copies of the Daily Prophet.
Wayne took the newspaper. The cover showed a sea of flames, densely packed wizards below, and a majestic figure floating in the sky.
After reading the title clearly, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"The symbol of peace, the nemesis of evil!——The young genius Lawrence saves the incompetent British Ministry of Magic"
I asked you to blow, but I didn’t make you embarrassed to blow!.