Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

The sky gradually brightened, the sky turned into a deep blue, and a shallow white appeared from the horizon.

Felix stood in the crowd, a little understanding why Fudge was so afraid of Stinchcombe Crouch, reserved, with an old-fashioned and die-hard style. When Fudge was still struggling with how to deal with these hooded men, Crouch has given orders in an orderly manner.

"Take these thugs away," he said sternly: "They will be interrogated until someone tells who is the main messenger of this terrorist activity."

Fudge wiped his sweat. "Crouch...Stinchcombe, what you said is too serious...they are just drunk and drunk, without causing any serious consequences...I would not agree to define it as horror... if not When it comes to muggle, you only need to pay a fine."

"Oh, yes? I will focus on the results of the interrogation," Crouch said, his eyes fixed on the masked hoods. People, "I'm familiar with some of them, quite familiar..."

Fudge cleared his throat, "Well, let's go back to the ministry to talk about some things-Walsh!" He turned his head and looked around, and Walsh Sidrick walked over quickly.

"I will hand over some people to you, and you will leave to deal with the follow-up...Uh, to appease the work, I will go back to the Ministry to solve more difficult problems."

Ministry of Magic 'S staff made a batch of portkeys urgently and left with the people lying on the ground.

Walsh Sidric arranged for the remaining people to put out the fire and appease everyone. Many members of the family separated. The staff of Ministry of Magic blessed Sonorus for themselves, and their voices became hoarse in the crowd.

There are also claims, complaints, complaints, all kinds of demands are chaotic. Walsh showed good work quality, took everything as it was, and then casually asked them to go back and sort out a list of losses. As for whether to compensate, it is not necessarily true.

"I will definitely not pay, I can only admit that I am unlucky." Sirius said empirically. Harry wanted to laugh but couldn't smile, so he could only cooperate with a grin.

"Okay, children." Mr. Weasley said: "You go back to the tent and sleep for a while. It's not a few hours before dawn. You will have to line up to receive the portkey during the day."

Stinchcombe ·Crouch stayed and found Felix.

"I have something to tell you, Mister Haip." Crouch said with a straight face, "Let’s find a place to talk, what do you think?"

"Of course," Felix slightly smiled, "It's better to go to my tent, it’s intact."

They went back to the future world company’s tent, which was very spacious with stacked empty boxes in the corner, and two With the magic lamp in the shape of a big Dragon, Crouch glanced at Kremy and Lupin, and said nothing.

The two sit down and Felix invites a pot of lemon juice.

"Thank you." Crouch said politely, he couldn't wait to get into the subject, "Mister Haip, I want to thank you for stopping the riot in time, without causing more serious consequences."

"More serious consequences?"

"Yes, more serious consequences," Crouch repeated, looking sharply at Felix, "You haven't experienced them, but I know them What kind of stuff, to be honest, according to the normal process, the muggle family will not survive."

"Normal process..." Felix raised his eyebrows, "It wouldn't be what I thought." Right?"

"Death Eater." Crouch said nonchalantly, "The killing of muggle was a pleasure. Back then, I was still Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and handled quite a few cases, horrible to see . So I ordered my Auror A Tooth For A Tooth."

Felix fiddled with the goblet, thinking in his heart, at this moment, the curtain of the tent opened, "Stinchcombe, I heard You are here...ha, really."

Ludo · Bagman gasping for breath said, his face is sweaty.

He pulled a chair and sat between the two, poured himself a glass of lemon juice, drank it, let out a long relaxed breath: "It was a day full of twists and turns, those fans— —"

"It's a thug, Ludo." Crouch interrupted him and corrected him.

"Uh, well, thug..." Bagman asked, "What are you talking about?"

But this sentence was just an introduction, and he immediately opened the conversation. Looking at Felix with a smile on his face: "It's a shame that I missed the good show. When you showed off the divine might, I was gambling with Roddy. He pressed a lot of money and bet that Bulgaria would score the first goal. As a result, you guys I see... I have long seen that the Bulgarian team is not good, so I opened a very high odds!"

"There is also little Agatha, she has over half of the shares of Eel Farm, a bit Crazy... But, it happened to help me pay off the debt I borrowed from Goblin..."

"No one wants to hear your business," Crouch said impatiently, "We are here Talking about business matters, if you can realize that you are also one of the Chief-In-Charge in the camp."

Ludo Bagman looked at him anxiously, "But, isn’t it over? The troublemakers are all over. I was taken back to the ministry. There is Walsh in the camp. He does a lot better than me..."

Felix smiled and said, "Mr. Bagman, we just discussed the topic of Death Eater."

"Eater...what? Death Eater..." Bagman's round face began to sweat, "I, I don't understand."

Neither Felix nor Crouch Ignore him, Felix wants to know why Crouch approached him, so he continued the interrupted topic, "Mr. Crouch, you just said Death Eater killed muggle for fun, do you think they did the farce today?"

"I can't think of anyone else," Crouch said word by word: "Only they need to hide their heads, hide their cowardice and despicableness, but reminisce about the glory of the past. In you know who After losing power for many years, I remind us in this way that they are doing well."

His toothbrush-like beard trembled, his eyes protruding, and he looked very hideous. Felix suspected that if Death Eater stood in front of him, he could forcibly bite their throats with his teeth.

Bagman thought of the scene where he was being tried at the end of the war. Crouch is now the same as his expression back then, making him unafraid. From this perspective, Fudge's arrangement failed. Bagman did not have the courage to oppose Crouch. He planted the seeds of fear when he was tried that year, so he has been befriending Crouch all these years.

"Stinchcombe, maybe, maybe..." He was so frightened that he couldn't speak the whole thing for a long time.

Felix had a similar guess. At this moment, nodded said: "So there is actually one thing missing today, Dark Mark."

Crouch showed a contemptuous expression: "They dare not do this. "

Before the end of the conversation, Stinchcombe · Crouch seemed to have said the real purpose: "Wizengamot has considered accepting you as one of them. In the near future, maybe you can catch up with this time. Trial. We need to be tough on these scum."

Felix looked at his back and felt weird. Is Crouch looking for a helper at Wizengamot? As far as he knows, Stinchcombe · Crouch didn’t have the days before. Fortunately, there are even rumors that Fudge intends to kick him out of Wizengamot.

But in fact, Fudge is not capable of doing this, because the Wizengamot wizard court is a fairly loose organization. Usually, each member has his own job, and only when important matters come together.

Speaking of leaders, Dumbledore, who is the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, is.

……

Not long after Stinchcombe ·Crouch left, he asked for a leave of absence because of physical discomfort and disappeared in the camp, but he did not go far, but appeared in the woods near the camp .

A black robe cloak man is standing in the mist, motionless.

Stinchcombe · Crouch's expression also became rigid, as if it had frozen.

The Cloak opened his hood and revealed a young face: "Master."

Stinchcombe · Crouch's voice suddenly became hoarse, "I went to meet Felix · Haip..."

"What!" The cloak person-Barty Jr. ·Crouch said in a deep voice, "Will it be too risky, Master... We underestimated him before, but today we are here. At the scene, you also saw through my father's eyes..."

Stinchcombe ·Crouch's eyes became blood red in an instant, and his pupils became snake-shaped. He whispered: "Before making a plan, Always make sure who the enemy is... It turns out that he can’t find me... Not even as sensitive as the child, Harry Potter!"

"But in case he sees through your disguise—" Barty Jr. Crouch said eagerly.

Stinchcombe ·Crouch, or Voldemort, said slowly: "I am in this state...The biggest advantage is that I can't be killed. Maybe you still miss your old feelings about your father?"

"No, my master." Barty Jr. Crouch knelt at his feet and said piously: "I hate him deeply, and I am ashamed of his name. Master, he is imprisoned. I have lived like a dead person for more than ten years, and it was not until the arrival of the master that I liberated me."

This involves a past event. Ten years ago, with the end of the war, guilty people were imprisoned in Azkaban, and Barty Jr. ·Crouch was accused of torturing the Longbottoms to madness with Bellatrix and the others. Little Crouch denied it at the trial and begged to serve as a judge. The father oddly believes in himself. At that time, the evidence was not sufficient, because the witness did not have a deep impression of Crouch, and his father was the judge who presided over the trial, he was very hopeful that he could escape the crime.

But unfortunately, Stinchcombe ·Crouch impartial and incorruptible, he has already seen the weak spot from his son's sneaky whereabouts, combined with vague personal evidence, finally confirmed that little Crouch was guilty and sentenced him to life Imprisonment.

After that, Stinchcombe ·Crouch made a big mistake. He could not refuse his wife’s dying request. At the end of her life, she used Polyjuice Potion to exchange her son from prison and kept using Imperius Curse to control it. At home, let house elf take care of him, planning to let him live muddleheaded for a lifetime.

Until Sirius escaped from Azkaban and wanted to kill Wormtail Peter with a life-for-life determination, Wormtail was terrified. He disappeared for a few months, found Voldemort, and got him from Bertha Jokin. Si heard the news of the Tournament and Barty Jr. from his mouth. They broke into his house while old Barty · Crouch was away, and liberated the little Crouch. When old Barty · Crouch came back from get off work, his son and Wormtail sneak attack, controlled with Imperius Curse.

...

Voldemort said in a emotionless voice: "If, I let you kill your own father with your own hands?"

"I will I am very happy to execute your orders!"

"No hurry," Voldemort let out a chilling laugh, "Stinchcombe Crouch is still useful, but he almost got rid of my control in front of Fudge. I almost broke the major event, maybe it was too painful for him to hide in his mind, and inadvertently reduced the role of Imperius Curse."

Barty Jr. ·Crouch thought: "Yes. Will not be seen as a weak spot?"

Voldemort said with a sneer: "There is no evidence, or at most some temptations, but he cannot do without him. Things will develop in the direction we expected. The only thing is It’s a pity that I can’t maintain this state for too long...It’s really not convenient to lose Wormtail."

"Master, it’s all my fault."

"Okay ," Voldemort said: "As planned, we will go back to your house first. I need to rest for a while, and then we will go to Mad-Eye Moody. He is not easy to deal with and must set up a trap."

" Master, you finally got into shape, I can do it alone...I can't, let Shining..."

"When will house elf also do things for Voldemort?" Voldemort gloomy said: "If Stinchcombe · Crouch is exposed, it doesn't matter. I found a way for him to call his curtain call."

"Master?"

"The kid from House of Black gave me inspiration, You don’t want to be just and honorable in front of the world? Just let him apologize with death and prove your innocence."