To some extent, Mad-Eye Moody is indeed an old acquaintance of Chase Everwyn.
Well, it can also be said that he always unilaterally believes that Chase is his lifelong enemy.
In order to embarrass an innocent fourteen-year-old boy like him, this guy even returned to the elite Auror team of the British Ministry of Magic.
Of course, thanks to this guy's "tireless" tracking… Chase Everwyn's existence was accidentally exposed to the Ministry of Magic and that old bee Dumbledore.
It also made Mrs. Weasley realize that she actually had such a nephew, who had been wandering alone.
This led her and Dumbledore to pull Chase out of the trial seat at the Ministry of Magic.
Because of this grudge, Mrs. Weasley was naturally wary of Mad-Eye Moody, especially when he came unannounced in a carriage, which made her even more alert.
"What are you doing here? Mad-Eye Moody—Arthur isn't home. You're not welcome here right now—"
Mrs. Weasley blocked Chase behind her, like a tiger with bared teeth protecting its cub.
Mad-Eye Moody looked at Chase coldly without responding.
Boom! Boom!
The tip of the metal cane tapped the turf with each step.
He walked to the edge, jumped down, then raised his cane and knocked on the black-iron shell of the carriage.
The door opened automatically.
"Arthur? You?"
The red-haired Mr. Weasley came out with a tired and dusty look on his face.
After him came a smaller man.
He was short, fat, stocky, had messy grey hair, and wore an emerald-green wizard cape, a purple suit, a spotted tie, and a tall wizard hat with a blue checkered pattern.
The expression on this person's face showed an indescribable anxiety and irritability.
It was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.
Flitwick: "Minister?"
Mrs. Weasley was also surprised, and then she noticed Arthur Weasley's eye signal. After she realized what was happening, she hurriedly sent the children who had come down to watch the fun back upstairs.
"Chase, please stay! I need your help for something small..." Arthur ignored Mrs. Weasley's incredulous look and asked Chase to stay.
Under the surprised gazes of the other little Weasleys, Chase stayed among the group of adult wizards.
"Arthur! What's going on?" Mrs. Weasley asked in a low voice, suppressing her anger and with a hint of doubt.
"What's going on? Ha! Molly Weasley... Today you will see the true face of your nephew. Do you think a fourteen-year-old kid who has been wandering around the European wizarding world for three or four years is ordinary? Why do you think I have nothing to do and want to track down a Squib who has never been to school?"
"Open your eyes today! See what your nephew is capable of!"
It seemed Mad-Eye had been holding it in for long enough, and he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction with Molly defending Chase.
"Moody!" Fudge waved his hand weakly to stop the other party from complaining.
His eyes first looked at Chase Everwyn, and then turned to Professor Flitwick, who was watching all this curiously.
"You... who are you?" Fudge shook his head and recalled a similar figure from his memory. "Professor Filius Flitwick?"
There are only a few wizards in the wizarding world who have fairy blood, but in Fudge's impression, Professor Flitwick of the Hogwarts Charms class is a man who dresses very exquisitely. He always appears in a black suit, bangs, and a pale face without any hint of casualness.
"Yes, it's me!" Flitwick responded weakly. "Don't ask me why! What do you want with Chase Everwyn?"
He also realized that the people from the Ministry of Magic had come to find Chase, a fourteen-year-old boy, on this special occasion.
Arthur Weasley hurriedly explained that Professor Flitwick had been living in the Burrow for more than half a month on Dumbledore's commission to make up for Chase's lack of magical knowledge.
"Oh, I know... Okay! It just so happens that a representative from Hogwarts is here... Great, that's the best... Filius, you can see it with your own eyes, and then tell Dumbledore. Tell him... I'm waiting for his response to this matter at the Ministry of Magic."
"What's up?"
"What exactly?"
Flitwick and Mrs. Weasley asked at the same time, their confusion growing.
"Oh!" Fudge sighed and turned to signal Moody and Arthur beside him.
The two received instructions and entered the Burrow one after the other to check.
Mr. Weasley waved his wand, and the kitchen table and chairs automatically shrank, jumping above the cabinets to make a large space. The stairs leading to the second floor began to deform, floating up one step at a time and merging with the second-floor ceiling.
The kitchen became a completely enclosed space.
Only then did Fudge raise his wand and draw a complex icon on the carriage.
Like a long sword stuck in a disc...
The pattern of burning flames gradually lit up on the black-iron door.
The carriage expanded and deformed, beginning to break down and extend section by section. The tightly closed black-iron door turned into iron bars that stretched until they formed an enlarged, giant cage shaped like a container.
Inside was a prisoner tied up with countless black chains.
The man was wearing only leather shorts. His chest and back were covered with thick hair, but his head was completely bald.
His entire face was tightly bound by an iron mask, with only a few small holes at the nose and mouth through which rough air was exhaled again and again.
The prisoner's body was nearly twice the size of an average person, his muscles rising and falling slowly with his breathing, squeezing the chains and colliding with each other... his terrifying aura was clearly visible through the cage.
Compared to Hagrid, even without half-giant blood, this man could clearly kill a dragon with his bare hands.
This cage didn't look like it was meant to imprison him, but rather to give some comfort to the others.
The prisoner was guarded by two black-robed wizards, who were wrapped tightly in their robes.
They had blank expressions on their faces, and their mouths and ears were bound by some kind of moving black lines, making them look very strange.
However, Chase Everwyn was a little happy.
"Hey! What's going on today? These are all old acquaintances!"
'Joseph Jerdam—he actually came to England and became a prisoner, and there were even two Silent Ones...'
"What's wrong with Cornelius Fudge? Is he finally ready to show his strength as British Minister of Magic? How dare he do such a thing! The arrest of a member of the Jerdam family is nothing, but hasn't the British Ministry of Magic always treated Russia and the wizarding world in Eastern Europe as if they didn't exist? Didn't they pretend not to see the wizards from Russia? How dare they provoke a direct conflict with Russia? Aren't they afraid the wizard comrades in KLB will cause trouble for them?"
"Is it possible?"
Chase thought about what he had seen and heard during his journey through the Eastern European magic world in his quest to find a way to cast spells normally, and now, at this point in time, he had some answers in his mind.
Fudge looked at Chase's half-smile, and his heavy heart finally calmed down.
He hadn't expected that everything Moody told him was actually true—a fourteen-year-old boy really did know someone from the Jerdam family.
'Wait!'
Fudge suddenly recalled all the outrageous charges the Ministry's Tribunal had brought against the boy before him.
"Is it... all true?"
"No way?"
After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Fudge smiled nervously and comforted himself, "How is it possible? It's too absurd. Those idiots in the Inquisition must have nothing better to do... At the end of the year they framed a little wizard to meet their KPI. They often do that sort of thing."
Although he tried to reassure himself, Fudge decided to end this mess as soon as possible. He clapped his hands and signaled the Silent Ones to bring the prisoner into the Burrow.
The group followed Fudge into the "kitchen" and filled it up completely.