The Day of the Draw at Hogwarts

The bus has stopped on the roadside.

Ern Poullan waved his magic wand, conjured some ropes from the tip of the wand, tied the five people tightly, and stopped the bleeding of the man whose chest was torn by Tom. Harry came back to his senses at this time and realized that someone seemed to be attacking him just now.

Hermione stepped forward and took off the hoods on the five people's heads. When they saw the faces of these people, several people present were shocked: among the five people, only the one who cast the killing curse had the face of a normal white man. The other four people all had dense scales on their faces, and The fangs protrude from the lips.

Tom thought of the claws of the two people. Without saying a word, he tore open their robes and found that their upper bodies were also covered in scales, which spread to their crotches. There were signs of continued growth. The hands of the four people also turned into The look of the claws looks particularly disgusting. However, maybe because of the new growth, these scales did not have a good protective effect. Tom's punch broke several scales, and now black blood was flowing out from the wounds.

"This is..." Harry's expression froze. He didn't know why he provoked such a group of monsters.

[Successfully captured 4 men corrupted by demonic energy, rewarded with 400 magic stones]

Such a sentence popped up in Tom's system, and at the same time, the reward had arrived.

"Demon energy?" Tom saw a brand new term. He took a look at the strange appearance of the four people and was convinced that the so-called erosion of demonic energy was not a good phenomenon.

"Get out of the car first," Tom glanced at the direction of the car door. "If I expect it to be good, people from the Ministry of Magic are already in place."

"Ministry of Magic?" Harry trembled when he heard the word, "No, Yodel, I can't see people from the Ministry of Magic - I will be expelled, I am tonight -"

"You will not be expelled or punished in any form," Tom patted him on the shoulder. "Now the people in the Ministry of Magic are asking for help from you, so don't worry."

Tom's words could not dispel Harry's doubts, but there was nothing he could do: he couldn't knock Tom unconscious with one punch and run away, right? He can't beat him either! The scene where Tom had just defeated the three attackers in three strikes, five and two was still lingering in his mind.

Harry could only carry the suitcase dumbly and walk off the Knight's Bus. In front of him was the dark entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. Before he could turn around, a hand fell on his shoulder.

"My Harry, you're here!" Harry turned his head and saw Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic, standing beside him in a pinstriped robe, with an indelible look of exhaustion on his face.

"Not only him, but also several uninvited guests." Ern threw the five people from the car.

When Fudge saw them, he was stunned for a moment. When he saw the scales on the faces of those people clearly, he showed a look that was half astonished and half disgusted. But when he saw the white man, these expressions turned to joy.

He snapped his fingers, and several employees of the Ministry of Magic walked out immediately behind him. Tom recognized that the leader was the Auror Lux from the Ministry of Magic, and the rest were strikers from the Ministry of Magic. The Strikers of the Ministry of Magic are a subordinate department of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic and are responsible for general law enforcement.

Delis rolled up the sleeve of the man's right arm and saw a black cross tattoo on his shoulder. The cross was formed by two interlaced wands. There was also a skull painted on the top of the cross, with two small ×'s on the top of the skull.

"The Purifier!" Fudge beamed with joy, "It turns out that guy is mixed with the Purifiers, no wonder it's so hard to catch!"

"Scavengers?" This term was a bit unfamiliar to everyone else present. Seeing that they didn't understand, Fudge patiently explained this unknown group to them.

Scourers are a group of wizard mercenaries from different countries that existed in American history. They were born in the Age of Discovery and were the most brutal group of wizards involved in that turbulent era.

They started out as bounty hunters and gradually became witch hunters. They colluded with No-Majs (Note 1) to capture witches and then sold them to the Puritans for witch trials. Every Purifier's hands are filled with the blood of wizards.

After the establishment of the Magical Congress of the United States of America, some Purifiers formed families with No-Majs and managed to escape punishment. Their descendants would have a profound influence on the relationship between wizards and No-Majs for hundreds of years.

Their philosophy has been passed down through their bloodline: magic is real, and wizards should be eliminated once they are discovered.

Fudge was not interested in these American lunatics. He only knew that catching a Purifier and four monsters would solve his urgent need.

"Good job!" He patted Tom's shoulder hard, "I remember you, you are a third-year student in Ravenclaw - you were attacked by a monster last year and lay in bed for almost a whole school year. Excellent academic who passed the final exam! If you come to work at the Ministry of Magic in the future, you will definitely shine!"

Delis also supported him, "He can definitely become an Auror."

Fudge laughed happily after hearing this. After laughing, he said that he must help Tom apply for a medal. Of course, whether it can be approved after application is another matter.

It has to be said that as a political creature, Fudge has a lot of skill points in terms of affinity, and his words and deeds are like a breath of fresh air.

After chatting with Tom for a few words, he slapped his head and said, "Ah! I forgot about the business. Harry, come here. I have something to say to you. Tom, you go about your business first - Deluxe, take note of this." A few guys."

He smiled kindly at Tom, then put his arm around Harry's shoulders and pushed him into the Leaky Cauldron.

After Fudge and Delis walked away, Hermione happily held Tom's hand.

"That's the Minister of Magic!" Hermione was very excited. She had a good impression of Fudge. In her opinion, the Minister of Magic and the British Prime Minister were on the same level. Tom had just been commended by someone at the Prime Minister level.

Tom, however, lacked interest. Is it worth showing off when being praised by someone like Fudge? Even if you can get the Order of Merlin, what's the use?

He took Hermione's hand and walked into the Leaky Cauldron together.

A wrinkled, toothless hunchback appeared before Tom with a lantern in his hand. Also called Tom, he was the owner of the Leaky Cauldron and Hannah Abbott's uncle.

"Hello, I want two private rooms. I will stay until September 1st."

"Okay, you're lucky. There are only two private rooms left and no one has reserved them."

Old Tom led the two of them forward along the narrow passage, and met Fudge, who was walking briskly. He had already taken off his pinstriped robe.

Seeing the two Toms, Fudge laughed again and asked for a room with Old Tom.

After Fudge walked away, he could only shake his head regretfully at Tom: "Now there is only one room in the house."