Hogwarts doesn't need a savior

To this day, the International Confederation of Wizards offers a higher bounty on him than on all the Death Eaters still at large.

Including the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange.

The reason was simple, he was the most talented young wizard who joined the Death Eaters, even Snape could not be compared with him.

Dumbledore once had doubts about his transformation, because he was a rare student in Slytherin House who didn't care much about his bloodline and didn't want to cause trouble. He just wanted to get good grades to prove himself as an excellent student in front of his father.

Furthermore, before the sixth grade, he and Lynn had always had a very harmonious relationship, even closer than Sonya from the same grade and college and the slightly older Regulus, and they were more able to discuss profound magical issues.

Dumbledore himself had seen the two of them discussing things with Euphemia on many occasions. Although Barty was more than a year older than Lynn, he seemed to be particularly respectful to Lynn at that time.

However, starting from the sixth grade, the situation changed suddenly, and Dumbledore also knew the inside story - Barty Jr.'s mother was seriously ill, and the conflict between him and his father Crouch Sr. was almost at the point of drawing a sword.

From then on, little Barty seemed to have become a different person. He was withdrawn but fanatical about the dark arts. He naturally joined the small group that Snape had led, and even had a tit-for-tat duel with Lynn in school.

Since then, the two people have completely broken up and each has embarked on completely opposite paths.

But now it seems that everything is not as simple as it seems.

"...I didn't expect that he would hide alone for so many years for your plan. Even his father didn't know about it." Dumbledore muttered to himself while sitting in his armchair.

He thought of Snape and Regulus before, but even the two of them had their own identities in the sun, and their lives were far less difficult than Barty Jr.

Even Dumbledore, who was good at understanding people's minds, found it difficult to understand the motivation behind Barty's persistence.

There were no outsiders around, so he asked directly.

"Using Muggle psychology to explain, Barty is a typical example of emotional deficiency - this is because he never received fatherly love." Lynn had no intention of hiding it. "His feelings towards old Barty ranged from love to disappointment, and then to hatred."

"Like Voldemort?" asked Dumbledore.

"Comparatively, the life conceived by the love potion does not have the ability to love, but Batty does." Lynn looked at him calmly, "I just need to provide another level of compensation for his lack of emotion."

"You mean...?"

"Of course not. There is no substitute for fatherly love in the world. He and I are friends, so naturally we don't have this kind of emotion. But I can provide him with another level of emotional support. Not only me, but also Euphemia, Sonya and the others."

"You did a lot of this in those years, didn't you? Including Regulus."

"Some are, some aren't. But if we don't intervene, maybe they'll try to seek compensation from that old viper, and that won't end well."

"...Yes, old Barty is a man who has devoted his entire life to his career. His family may just be the product of his family marriage and the sacrifices on his life journey." Dumbledore sighed, "I actually advised him."

"If a person's nature could be changed by persuasion, there would be no disputes in this world. Old Crouch simply deserves it. He is the person who is most like Voldemort emotionally." Lynn said coldly, without any mercy or regret.

If Cornelius Fudge was a power-hungry coward, then old Barty Crouch was undoubtedly a political beast who was born for the outdated and inefficient Ministry of Magic and pursued absolute power all his life.

Dumbledore's lips moved slightly and he hesitated for a long time. In the end, he did not say anything to defend his comrade who had fought side by side with him. He just turned his thousands of words into a sigh.

"Mrs. Crouch is the saddest person in this family relationship," he said bitterly. "As a wife and a mother, she suffered such a blow. She didn't even see her son for the last time." He thought of his mother and sister.

"Who told you that she didn't see her son for the last time?" Lynn frowned and said, "I'm not like you who doesn't care about anything. If I were like that, do you think Buddy would have walked side by side with me for so long?"

"You... but she's not...?" Dumbledore gasped.

"It's not that complicated. Just a simple Confusion Charm and Polyjuice Potion. Old Crouch didn't even see his wife and son much anyway. At least she was with her son before she died - any other questions?"

Lynn seemed to want to end the topic as quickly as possible.

Dumbledore hesitated to speak, he still had many doubts, such as why Lin En started planning so early, and why he chose Prince, Black and Crouch from pure-blood families, but he knew this was not the place to dig into the details.

He knew that as long as Lin En didn't want to talk, he would not get any valuable information even if he asked, and it had always been like this.

Thinking of this, he closed his eyes and thought for a while, calming his restless mind, and then asked: "I think you are right, we should focus more on his intelligence, as long as you confirm that he is completely trustworthy."

"I trust him as much as I trust my own eyes." Lynn said decisively, "As for the intelligence, if the scene Harry saw following the guidance of his soul is true, then the people who appeared at the scene were Barty and Lestrange. There is only one person whose identity is unknown."

"Lestrange?" Dumbledore stopped stroking his beard, "Bellatrix?!"

"Yes, according to Barty's information, Bellatrix Lestrange is not dead."

"But hasn't she already... Oh, Merlin!" He suddenly realized, "I see!"

"I'm basically sure that she was made into a Horcrux, otherwise there would be no reason to explain her lingering survival." Lynn nodded, "But this is not the point. It's enough for us to know. What is really urgent is to figure out their plan."

"Has he sent back any information recently?" Dumbledore's eyes were sharp. "We must take action."

"It's not that easy. I can't take the initiative to contact him. I can only wait for his news. There is a magic between him and me. When there is really no other way, he can use a special magic to directly... Wait!"

As Lin En was speaking, his eyes suddenly froze and he looked down at his chest. Then he stood up and walked to the window, drew out his wand, and looked at the night sky outside the window.

"It seems that we are lucky, or maybe Harry is really talented in this area... a letter came."

Before he finished speaking, the hawthorn wood wand burst into a dazzling golden light, piercing through the night sky and heading straight for the distant horizon.

The majestic shadow of the World Tree rose from the ground, almost covering the entire castle, emitting such powerful magic that even Dumbledore could not help but be amazed.

"Is this...an improvement in just these few days?" Dumbledore stroked his long beard subconsciously, feeling deeply moved at this moment, and was unwilling to look away for a moment.

In his eyes, the golden glow seemed to have created a magical pathway that extended and spread across the silent night sky.

But what really works is not the conspicuous magic power, but the spreading yew tree - this is the supreme rune that connects the world, and it is also the magic that sits on the throne of space.

Under Dumbledore's gaze, the lavender paper airplane crossed the long distance and found an anchor in space.

Chapter 405 Intelligence and Response

The paper airplane flew into the room and unfurled into a crumpled piece of paper with nothing on it.

"The remains of my father, the flesh and blood of my slaves, and the blood of my enemies will be added to form the foundation of my resurrection."

"No one knows the plan. Only a guy in black clothes came to find me. His face cannot be seen." "My father's bones are being sought, the servants' flesh comes from Bella, and the enemy's blood... comes from Potter."

"The executor was not us, but that person arranged it. The mysterious man values ​​him very much."

"I'm fine and will continue to look for news."

Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice spread out intermittently, the volume was very low, like a whisper in the ear, mixed with various noises, even louder than speaking.

Dumbledore and Lynn were afraid of missing anything, so neither of them said a word and just listened attentively.

Just a few words, and then with a "bang", like a palm slapping on a hard object, the piece of paper that had completed its mission began to spontaneously combust, turning into fine ashes that fell to the ground.

"The resurrection magic, Harry's blood, and the unidentified man in black who planned all this... It sounds like they are not Voldemort's subordinates, but more like..." Dumbledore looked at Lynn thoughtfully.

"A fool who wants to cooperate or trade with him, or an ambitious person who wants to use him and has some ability."

"Do you think this is the work of Leviathan, whom Moody is investigating?" Dumbledore asked. "Although there are always many people who are blinded by desire, there are very few people he can pay attention to."

"We can't rule out this possibility, but there's no evidence yet." Lynn analyzed, "Maybe we should ask Alastor and the others to pay more attention. Can Newt continue to make use of his remaining energy?"

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Alastor alone can't handle a scene like this. He's the most suitable person."

"But he's a bit old after all, and his safety is a problem." Lynn said, "Give this to him next time we meet."

He took out a coin and tossed it to Dumbledore.

"Is this your magic? It looks a lot like the coin you gave Minerva."

"You have a good memory. The Transfiguration on this is an improvement on the Kushan gold coin. The magic is my Purple Rune. Unless that noseless old ghost jumps out and chants a killing curse, it can at least block one attack."

"Are there any extra ones? Alastor and the others haven't got any yet."

"Do you think I'm doing wholesale business? I don't even have one for every one of my people."

"Special matters should be handled specially, safety first."

"…You are thick-skinned enough. These are the only ones I have."

Unable to bear Dumbledore's gaze, Lin En took out three more coins and threw them over with pain.

Moody and Sirius were just able to get it, and they still had one left over.

"Maybe the last one can be used by him." Lynn snapped his fingers, "Dobby, come here."

Since he was already going to bleed, he didn't mind being a little more generous. After all, he had people over there too.

"boom"

The air exploded, and the dozing house-elf responded to the call almost like a conditioned reflex, breaking through the space and arriving at this heavily guarded office - even waking up the sleeping phoenix Fawkes.

"Mr. Dumbledore, Mr. Eric, what can I do for you? I am happy to serve you."

Dobby, who was obviously still asleep, was staggering, but his words were quite clear.

"Dobby, we need to assign you a very important mission outside of school - it's very dangerous, and you can refuse," Lynn said gently, lowering her head.

"I'd love to!"

The house-elf, who had been very happy ever since leaving the Malfoy family, did not stutter at all, but was eager to try.

Lynn looked at Dumbledore.

The old man hesitated for a moment, wrapped two of the coins in a piece of letter paper, and handed over the last one.

"Dobby, I need you to go to a place with me tomorrow. Someone will assign you a job there. You must always keep the coin with you. Don't lose it or leave it behind."

"Yes, sir!" Dobby took the coin with a beaming face, as if he had received some honor. "I'm waiting for your call at any time!"

Before he finished speaking, he, who was proficient in the unique magic of Apparition, returned to the kitchen with a snap of his fingers.

"The house-elves' Apparition magic is indeed magical. This little fellow named Dobby is considered outstanding among them. Your arrangement is very good."

After Dobby left, Dumbledore was thinking about how to improve the magical protection of the office.

He had never seen a house-elf that could break through the anti-Apparition magic he had personally set up and get in here directly.

Lin En saw through his thoughts at a glance, but he didn't want to expose him on the spot, so he just agreed twice and asked:

"Alastor has settled the matter, then what?"

"The rest is Harry's problem. You were right before. We can no longer proceed step by step. I will personally teach him some useful magic after school starts."

"I don't care about what happens after school starts. The Quidditch World Cup is next week. What should we do?" Lynn rolled her eyes.

"This is a troublesome matter." Dumbledore showed a distressed expression. "If we go there in person, we may alert the enemy. But if it weren't for us, I'm afraid that the others would have no other fate when facing Voldemort, including Euphemia."

His implication was clear: there was only one candidate.

"Gellert will go over there and use the Polyjuice Potion to get Kingsley to get his hair ready," Lynn said.

Dumbledore laughed. "Then I'm relieved. Next, I will reject Cornelius' invitation and go to Beauxbatons. Are you interested in going to Brazil? After I finish treating Miss Greengrass."

"I'm afraid not." Lynn deadpanned, "But I'm going to Greece for vacation, so you can come up with an excuse."

He didn't object to the plan of luring the snake out of its hole, but he didn't hold out much hope either.

Having seen many new people and new things that are beyond his memory and traditional cognition, he never underestimates the heroes of the world.

Even if Grindelwald took action himself, he would not be 100% confident - he needed some backup plans.

Thinking of this, his expression became more serious.

This made Dumbledore feel a little pressured.

"...Okay, I'll figure it out." He was a little embarrassed after hitting a snag. "Young people really should go out and travel, especially to combine work and rest."

"Ah."

"..."

After the most important business was done, the two who had nothing to say fell into silence. They didn't have much to talk about, especially now, not long after the showdown in Nurmengard, anything they said seemed a little inappropriate.

Avoidance is a great way to downplay and create the foundation for eventual resolution of these issues, and it is the path they have chosen together.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk"

Just when the atmosphere was inexplicably tense, there was a knock on the door from outside by Mag - she had finished her other work.

Pursuing efficiency, she planned to solve some important problems that could not be delayed overnight, such as the selection of a new professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts - there was only the last half month of summer vacation and she could not afford to delay.

Because of these things, she couldn't even attend her favorite Quidditch World Cup.

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London, Ministry of Magic.

Old Mr. Barty Crouch, who is responsible for coordinating the Ministries of Magic between Bulgaria and Ireland, is still at get off work.

After a tense conversation, or argument, he hurried back to his office and added a few more items to the plan that had been revised hundreds of times.

The Irish requested an additional box on the top floor to accommodate the families of the country's Ministry of Magic officials.

The Bulgarians strongly protested the decision not to allow on-site training and put direct pressure on Fudge, and the result was obvious.