Hogwart’s Certain Professor Of Magic

There was a violent inhalation sound in the conference room. The wizard who had just asked his granddaughter about the discount on the new product slid directly from his chair to the ground. He stood up foul-mouthed, but did not People took care of him, the room was like a vegetable market, and even Professor Marcheban looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

"Are you sure he's really back? Dumbledore, I mean...really?" Amelia Bones said solemnly on the face under the monocle.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, Ms. Bones's stiff body relaxed, and her thick eyebrows returned to their proper positions.

"So, we still have time to prepare." She greatly sighed in relief.

"The premise is that we can't ignore it and pretend that nothing happened—"

"Enough, Dumbledore!" Fudge loudly shouted, his face rose to purple-red , Spit Xingzi splashed, but he didn’t seem to notice it at all, “Don’t promote the atmosphere of horror anymore! There is no evidence that he really came back...or there is a sign of it!”

"The evidence is already there. Your nose is down, Fudge, you just need to lower your head and examine it calmly for a few seconds." Dumbledore said.

"Where is it?"

"Stinchcombe ·Crouch——"

"Aha! I knew you were going to say this!" Fudge said roughly Pulling the neckline, his face and neck were discolored from anger, he stood up, the yar top in his hand was squashed by him, and he waved his arms excitedly. "Gentlemen and ladies, let me talk about this so-called evidence, you will know how ridiculous—"

The members of Wizengamot stared and watched Fudge walking in the meeting room. Go and speak loudly.

"Stinchcombe · Crouch! I didn’t want to say that it was involved in a scandal, but-the former director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department committed a serious crime of malfeasance twelve years ago. The damn Death Eater son was fished out of the prison and kept everyone away! Stinchcombe · Crouch used Polyjuice Potion to exchange his wife and son, dementor failed to find out... I admit that Azkaban has loopholes, we are considering adding An anti-thief waterfall, used to wash away all the spells and the effects of Polyjuice Potion—"

Fudge stopped suddenly. Holding his dome hat tightly with one hand, and putting one hand on the chair, loudly said: "Think about how crazy his behavior is. He committed murder more than ten years ago. So... evil! Not much better than those Death Eaters."

"Cornelius," Amelia frowned, "Stinchcombe did something wrong, but according to his testimony, his wife was already alive. Dying, Stinchcombe could not bear his wife’s last plea—"

"More than that!" Fudge interrupted her, "Stinchcombe Crouch committed more than this crime, he also personally driven crazy. My son!"

In the very quiet meeting room, only Fudge himself gasped heavily. He was like a dangerous gladiator. They weren’t in the Ministry of Magic’s room. It is an ancient arena, and Fudge is always ready to fight anyone who dares to rise up.

He greeted his opponent. Dumbledore folded his hands on the table, looked at Fudge with interest, and whispered, "Strange point of view! Fudge, I have more and more thoughts on your mind. The more interested I became, I listened with sincerity."

Fudge seemed to be annoyed by Dumbledore's calm expression, and then his voice grew louder, as if he had used an amplifying spell.

"I also have evidence, Dumbledore, if you choose to believe in Stinchcombe Crouch, you have to believe in all of him. Isn’t that?" Fudge showed a weird smile on his face and he did it for this day With a lot of preparation, I speak very smoothly at this moment.

His small eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore stared at him without shy. Dumbledore's body seemed to radiate the power of hard to describe, and Fudge took the initiative to look away.

"Imperius Curse...Yes, guys, have you ever thought about how Stinchcombe Crouch controls his son? In order not to expose the crime, he continued to climb up the Ministry of Magic, and he personally imposed Imperius on it. Curse, keep the little Crouch under the Invisibility Cloak for twelve years!"

"He deserved it, the little Death Eater!" Professor Macchiban said loudly, "He participated in torturing the Longbottoms, It's a heinous crime--if it wasn't for Felix," she took a quick look to the side. "The poor couple are still alive in St. Mungo's muddleheaded."

"I know." Fudge said impatiently. "I assure you, I don’t sympathize with that Death Eater at all. My Uncle died in the war, and I hate them as much as you! I just want to tell you that Stinchcombe · Crouch is crazy, he is crazy long ago. The imagination is different. A person who has used Unforgivable Curse for twelve years, what will his heart look like?"

Felix glanced at Fudge in surprise, he could even think of this breakthrough. , As for the effect, it is clear to look at the shocked wizards-Stinchcombe · Crouch's reputation is completely over, and no one will sympathize with him in the future.

But thinking that Dumbledore found him yesterday, he knew that Dumbledore was also ready.

"So you asked me what happened? This is a tragedy," Fudge said with a heavy expression. He went crazy under the influence of incantion, completely crazy enough, he imagined another voice in his mind, imagining that you know who is not dead, but anyway, he got rid of the control of incantion, on the contrary, he controlled him Father!"

"Incantation messed up little Crouch's mind. In the past six months, he pretended that he was under the command of you know who, pretending that he was still serving you know who, infiltrate Hogwarts, and tortured. His own father, all of this is what he imagined."

Felix let out a long relaxed breath, he has a new understanding of the character of Fudge, and Fudge's stubbornness and stubbornness have opened him up a lot. Vision. Fudge’s strategy is also very convincing. It first exposes Crouch’s crimes, turns Crouch into a de facto dangerous criminal, and finds a basis for the rationality of Little Crouch’s behavior. Although there are still many weak spots, it is already A qualified story, if you guess it right, Fudge will destroy all of Crouch’s testimony next--

"Stinchcombe ·Crouch is crazy!" Fudge exclaimed, "He suffered severely when he reappeared. Torture, mentally and physically!" He looked towards Amelia Bones, "You know this, right?"

"Stinchcombe Crouch did suffer inhuman torture, but— —" Ms. Bones spoke cautiously.

"St. Mungo's people also confirmed his situation!" Fudge immediately looked at Dorothea Boham, "Your... that healer, he personally admitted that Stinchcombe · Crouch Serious Confundus Charm and memory tampering!"

Ms. Boham slowly nodded. Many members of Wizengamot were persuaded, with a sorrowful expression on their faces.

"This is the truth of the matter!" Fudge waved his hat. "There is no you know who! There is no war!" He buckled his hat on his head with a smile on his face, watching Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also smiled, he even slapped a few chins, "Fudge, your story is based on imagination..."

"So, you have evidence ?" Fudge asked impatiently.

Dumbledore said calmly, "If the evidence you are expecting is seeing Voldemort standing in front of you," Fudge couldn't help but shrink when he heard the name. Dumbledore continued, "Then I really didn't , But I’m happy to share some facts and my own speculations based on these facts."

"So are you planning to make a story too, Dumbledore? I’m very busy and I’m not interested in listening to these—"

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"I'm afraid not," Dumbledore said.

"What—no?" Fudge took a breath, as if Dumbledore was not talking, but threatening him with a wand.

"Fudge, please forgive me. I am the chief mage of Wizengamot. Although you are the head of Ministry of Magic, according to the procedure, you are only a member of Wizengamot. You must listen to me to finish." Dumbledore With that, Fudge stared, as if being lashed.

Felix sat quietly in his chair thinking, if Dumbledore were going to reveal all the secrets about Voldemort, he wouldn't believe it. He was more inclined to Dumbledore's intention to make a reminder, the question is, to what extent.

"Where do you start?" Dumbledore said softly. "On the night fourteen years ago, Voldemort walked into the safe house of Mr. and Mrs. Potter with the help of a traitor. Killed Mr. and Mrs. Potter, but missed in front of Harry Potter, who was still a baby. His life-killing curse was projected on him, and he lost his power since then—"

"He is dead. "Fudge said stiffly.

"Where is the corpse?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically.

"No one cares about this, Dumbledore!" Fudge said impatiently. "He's dead! Maybe it's turned to ashes, or someone took the body away."

"This is just a good hope," Dumbledore shook his head and said, "I realized that there is a possibility at the time. Voldemort is still surviving in a corner of the world, surviving... but people are too eager to hear good news. , I am so eager to restore order and embrace peace."

"Where is the evidence, Dumbledore? Where is the evidence?" Fudge said.

"Why can't you listen to him finish the sentence?" Professor Macchiban exclaimed, "He is not so rude when you speak!"

Fudge fiercely stared She glanced at it and murmured, "Well, I would like to hear...any evidence..."

"Thank you, Gusrda," Dumbledore smiled and thanked Professor Macchiban. He continued: "I didn't tell my guess, maybe as Fudge said, he really turned to ashes and died. Although according to my understanding of him, this probability is very low."

"One of the evidence is the curse that occupies Hogwarts's head-Defense Against the Dark Arts, which is still working in the second year of Voldemort's death, and my heart is even more disturbed. I took the initiative to collect evidence that he is still alive. Pay attention to unusual stories and legends..."

"After a few years, I finally found a suspicious point in a muggle newspaper." Dumbledore said, "Yes, I raised it during those years. It became a habit of reading muggle newspapers, and I still keep it. I especially like the Sudoku game above. According to muggles, it can prevent Alzheimer’s."

Fudge looked at him with a dull expression, it seems that there is already Signs of senile disease.

"Getting back to the subject, I saw news of an expedition in the newspaper. They heard about the horrible legend of Albanian Forest. Some small animals and domestic animals died without warning. The behavior before death was very serious. Abnormally, an eight-year-old boy solemnly vowed said that he saw a snake reading a newspaper, and the picture in that newspaper would still move."

"We all know what this means?" Dumbledore looked at Everyone said.

Among the crowd, Tiberus Ogden said dissatisfied: "Which fool wizard littered after reading the newspaper?"

"This doesn't explain what..." Fudge said stiffly. "It may be an Animagus from another country. He happens to be a snake."

"I checked, they are possessed." Dumbledore said.

"Wh-what?"

"Being possessed," Dumbledore repeated, "It doesn't explain anything, maybe some Evil Spirit is responsible, but the same, I need to remind you, it may be someone who has lost power. I continue to investigate in the forest... I found a big pit, full of animal corpses, mostly rats and snakes, of course, the number of snakes At most. I tried to solve this secret, and at one time I thought I saw the familiar silhouette. He was so dilapidated that he became the Nether Soul and flashed in front of me, but I never saw him again afterwards."

"You mean that thing... is he hiding from you?" Amelia Bones asked seriously.

"I think so," Dumbledore slightly nodded, "I persuaded the nearby families to move out, and asked the boss of the local wizard pub to pay attention to the movement of Nether Soul. A few years. I have gained more information and my inner guesses have become firmer."

"But if it is really that person, why didn't he come out? Instead, he hid in the Albanian Forest and wandered for ten. How many years?" Amelia Bones asked.

"Yes! I want to know this too—"

"I'm afraid I can only give some guesses," Dumbledore said.

"Your guess is of great reference value." Ms. Bones said that some wizards in the conference room nodded agreed, while others kept shaking their heads.

"I think—before I make any guesses, I need to remind you that Voldemort has lost his power, he is weaker than ever, and even more limited than what ghost can do," Dumbledore said. "He One of his flaws is that he can’t suppress the thoughts of fierce opposition to him for a long time, so he prefers to possess simple-minded animals, especially snakes. He has a special influence on snakes."

"Parseltongue." Ms. Bones gloomy said with a face.

"Yes, maybe in the first few years when he lost his power, he still hoped that Death Eater would find him and help him regain his power... But he was disappointed and maintained his rule with fear, and he was doomed after failure. Nothing," Dumbledore said softly, "Of course, a few people who were loyal to him were imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Stinchcombe Crouch, Lestrange!" Ms. Bones said.

Felix moved in his heart, and he was touched again. The first time he was talking to Neville, he thought of Azkaban and dementor, but didn’t realize the problem, but he ignored a key. Azkaban is a prison with all kinds of criminals.

He leaned back in the chair, looked up at the ceiling, thinking hard. Dumbledore's voice became the background sound, which provided inspiration for him——

"Almost four years ago, Voldemort was attached to a professor in Hogwarts, the infiltrate school, and wanted to get the Philosopher's Stone hidden in it. ...Finally Harry Potter and his friends stopped him...Philosopher's Stone was also destroyed."

"More than a year ago, Pettigrew Peter, the war hero thought to be dead, appeared again. He and his friends The name Death Eater-later proved to be a little Crouch, was ordered to infiltrate the school, but before launching the conspiracy, it was discovered by Harry Potter and his friends. The fighting broke out on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Fortunately, he was slandered as Voldemort loyal. The servant Sirius Black and the two school professors were rescued in time, and they survived..."

"Unfortunately, these people almost died at the hands of the out-of-control dementor." Dumbledore said sternly. Fudge's eyes wince, and Umbridge hides his head behind the file. "Pettigrew Peter died that night. It was a kiss from dementor... Before he died, he suddenly repented and admitted that he was the traitor who had betrayed Mr. and Mrs. Potter. He also said a word."

The meeting room was very quiet, everyone held their breath and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore repeated it softly: "He said: He is coming back, the man who can’t even mention his name is coming back, I did something wrong, forgive me—"

"What!" Ms. Bones took a deep breath, she stared at Fudge in disbelief, "No one told me about it! You signed your password?"

Fudge stubbornly, no Stop wiping the sweat, and finally he just yelled, "What do you want me to do? Complete martial law with a word of “ignorant”? Let the peace that we have worked so hard to build these years be destroyed?"

"Peace is not a disguise Yes." Felix smiled and said, he finally figured it out.

Azkaban, dark wizard, Death Eater...Voldemort, resurrection...and Dumbledore should be added.

All this pieced together a guess. If Dumbledore had inflicted fatal trauma on Voldemort many times, if Voldemort had been extremely weak and had to rely on other people's help, his options were extremely limited.

This person must be Death Eater, enthusiastically loyal to Voldemort and agree with his ideas. Only in this way can he gain Voldemort's limited trust, and help the "Great Dark Lord" deal with the injury and even hold a resurrection ceremony. The honor.

If such a person is at large after the war, it is impossible to do anything for more than ten years, so he must be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Will he know more things, such as-Horcrux?

Of course, of course, Voldemort is extremely selfish, impossible to tolerate Horcrux's secrets to be known, even if it is a faithful servant who can give his life for him. He may have used some kind of incantation to keep the secret, Obliviate or Confundus Charm can achieve the goal...

Fudge stared at Felix, the expression on his face still stubborn.

"This year, the omens have become more obvious," Dumbledore said. "There have been several disappearances. Bertha Jorkins disappeared without a trace in Voldemort's last hiding place, and then disappeared. It's a muggle. His name is Frank Bruce and he lives in the village where Voldemort's father was born. I read it in the newspaper, do you remember? I read the muggle newspaper... and Crouch, if it wasn't rescued, maybe It's another disappearance case."

"Dumbledore, these things you said are speculations, maybe just coincidence!"

"I have a witness." Dumbledore said in a deep voice. .

Fudge looked towards him quickly, almost sprained his neck, and the others looked at Dumbledore. Fudge mumbled said, "You don’t want to say it’s Stinchcombe Crouch, his testimony. untrustworthy ——"

"What about his house elf?" Dumbledore asked politely, while waving wand, the silhouettes of Shining and Dobby appeared abruptly in the office.

Shiny’s expression is still a bit at a loss, but Dobby is better at adapting to this kind of scene. He pulls Shijing’s hand, the two bowed deeply, and said sharply, "Mr. Wizards. , Hello."

Everyone stared at them—not because of Dumbledore's magic, but because they both wore refined clothes. What this means, they couldn't be clearer:

These are two free elves.