Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher

Chapter 212 I Don’t Know (The previous chapter has been modified, you can download it again)
Harry looked at the man he had left aside, the life-dead water had left him unconscious.

Maybe it can come out of his mouth.
Senior Tom is so aggressive, what exactly is he trying to do?

However, Harry was not in a hurry to give him the antidote, and turned to look at Rita: "Now, Miss Skeeter, tell me about your discovery."

Rita quickly put down the glass in her hand, and sighed heavily: "Mr. Potter, you asked me to check those two things."

"First of all about the gentleman."

Harry interrupted her: "Master Tom?"

Rita shivered: "Yes, it's him. I went to find information about that gentleman first, but I found nothing. Except for those from the Ministry of Magic, he hardly left any traces."

"I've been looking for it for more than a month, but I've found nothing, especially the magic props of those legendary wizards that you ordered, and I can't figure it out."

Harry nodded.

Rita continued: "I had no choice but to come to Crouch's house and look for clues to the second thing you ordered."

"It really made me discover something. There are traces of someone else's life in this room, but I'm not sure it's that person—"

She pointed to the body of Cobain Yaxley lying on the ground.

"Still Barty Crouch Jr."

"And for some reason, he is very keen and can spot Animagus, just like Mr. Potter."

"He caught me before I could investigate, locked me up and soaked in that disgusting water tank, oh my god I gotta ask St Mungo's to see it, I feel rotten."

Sirius turned his head in disgust.

Lupine covered his nose, thinking that this was Rita's hand just now, and wished he could chop it off immediately.

Although wizards are not afraid of these things, they are always uncomfortable for a while, and it is not good for their reputation to spread them.

On Rita's side, with a face full of survivors, a trace of rejoicing gradually emerged—before, she had the idea of ​​turning into an Animagus to spy on Dumbledore's life.

Fortunately, I just thought about it at the beginning, and I haven't put it into action yet.

If he was caught by Dumbledore, would it be okay?
"Occasionally people come, some of whom I even know." Rita said, her voice becoming panicked. "It's an official who is still working in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Mr. Potter, we agreed, you have to protect me."

She was uneasy.

From the very beginning, she was not prepared to stand opposite the Death Eaters, stood in line in a daze, and was caught in a daze.

She can't afford to offend Potter and Dumbledore.

But those Ministry of Magic officials, can she afford to offend them?
She is the most glamorous and famous reporter of the "Daily Prophet", but in front of these people with powerful magic or power, she is just a little ladybug.

"Of course." Harry nodded, "You will go back to Hogwarts with me later, and you can do an exclusive interview with me and Professor Dumbledore."

Rita breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't matter what the interview is, the important thing is to have such an "exclusive interview".

She had just escaped from birth, and the next day she would be able to publish an exclusive interview on the "Daily Prophet". Even if it was a nonsense, it could prove to the group of people that she had a backer.

Mr Potter is protecting me!

You dare not touch me!

"We'll do it now" Rita stood up.

Harry waved his hand and interrupted her: "Don't worry, Death Eaters don't dare to come here."

"Can you take a shower first? It stinks."

"The guest bathroom is on the ground floor."

Rita was taken aback, raised her hand and sniffed at her sleeve, her breath rushed into her nose, and she couldn't help retching, her stomach was so empty that she couldn't spit out anything.

"I don't have any potions for women here." Harry dug out a bottle of eau-de-vie and a piece of freshwater from the sorting hat, and they flew over with a wave of his wand, "You can make do with these two things." , can be disinfected."

"You can buy it yourself later."

Rita reached out her hand, took it blankly, gritted her teeth and ran to the bathroom.

"I'll go clean it too." Sirius stood up and was about to slip away.

"Godfather," Harry called to stop him.

Sirius froze.

"Stay at home obediently until my third project, and then go to Hogwarts to watch my competition?" Harry asked, throwing out a request.

Sirius turned his head, rolled his eyeballs, and his brain was working, trying to find a reason.

"You can go to the bar for a drink." Harry let go, "Of course, you can also invite people home for a party."

Sirius took a deep breath and was about to speak.

"Even if you don't think about your own safety." Harry emphasized his tone, uttering a few words to block his throat, "They will use you to blackmail me into handing over something."

"Sword of Gryffindor?"

"The sorting hat?"

"Maybe it's the invisibility cloak? It's one of the three holy artifacts. Although Voldemort didn't pursue these things, maybe he's changed his sex now."

"Godfather, will you?"

Sirius sighed and sat back down again: "Let me stay at home peacefully, it's very difficult for me."

Harry didn't soften his heart at all: "If you learn to use your brain a little bit like Uncle Remus."

Sirius' face became even uglier.

It was even more difficult for him to learn to use his brain like Remus.

"Then can I go to Diagon Alley with Remus?" Sirius asked the next best thing.

Harry said nothing.

Sirius raised his hand: "I promise I won't run around, and at most go to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink."

"Can't go alone." Harry sighed.

Sirius pinched his waist, confidently: "Harry, I'm not a kid in my teens."

"There is no difference in the degree of worry." Lupine also sighed, "It is easier to take care of Harry than to take care of you."

Sirius immediately pushed back: "Ha, if it's Harry, he's taking care of both of us, there's no difference between you and me, Remus!"

Lupine blushed and coughed twice: "I'm better than you. When it's just the two of us, I'm the one who takes care of you."

"Worse than Harry." Sirius choked on him.

"You can't leave Weasley's Joke Workshop alone." Harry coughed twice, interrupting their "brothers and friends", "You must be accompanied by someone."

Sirius moaned, "I won't get lost."

Lupine and Harry said in unison: "We just found you who got lost!"

Sirius hugged his head in pain, not wanting to say a word.

"Be careful." Harry continued to remind, "They may still attack you."

Sirius was reluctant to agree.

In order not to hold back the godson, he had no choice but to feel wronged during this period.

Lupine dragged him up the second floor to the bathroom to clean himself up.

Had dinner at home by the way.

Send Dumbledore a letter, and they go straight back to Hogwarts from the fireplace, without having to go to Hogsmeade again.

in the principal's office.

The motorcycle just flew back from the outside, sharing with Godric the thrill of provoking a group of birds, snakes and hippogriffs in the Forbidden Forest, and being chased by them all the way until they escaped from the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore pushed his glasses, looked at the two people who came out of the fireplace, and greeted them with a smile: "Harry, you should have let me go with you."

"I can't afford you to be my babysitter," Harry answered him.

Dumbledore tilted his head and noticed another person—not Rita, but the one who was held by Harry: "This is?"

"Cobain Yaxley." Harry dropped him.

"I've met him a few times." Dumbledore sighed with emotion. "He has always had a good reputation in the Ministry of Magic. Of course, he was the same among the Death Eaters back then."

"It's a good thing I didn't send Severus over."

Harry took out the life and death water antidote and fed him: "It's the same if you let him come. Do you still want to hand him over to the Ministry of Magic?"

"The Ministry of Magic also needs to know that the Death Eaters are plotting," Dumbledore said emphatically.

Harry shook his head: "The Ministry of Magic has more than one Death Eater."

Rita stared blankly at the office.

Trembling, shrunk aside weakly and pitifully, took out the parchment and pen, and wrote a letter—not to the newspaper office, nor a draft, but to St. Mungo's Hospital.

She urgently needed some potions to cure her illness, and it was really torturous to be soaked in the water tank for several months.

Yaxley woke up slowly.

He looked up blankly.

Harry didn't talk nonsense, and raised his hand to cast the seal.

Axis!
Immediately afterwards, his eyes met his, and magic power surged in his eyes.

Legilimency!

Invade his brain, find the memory, and read the
Yaxley suddenly opened his mouth and let out a piercing scream.

His eyes popped open with a pop.

Legilimency was disturbed and then interrupted.

The severe pain woke Yaxley up, his eyes were dripping with thick water and blood, but he had a bright smile on his face: "Useless Mr. Potter, Legilimency is a good spell, but for me invalid."

"What a cruel spell, did Senior Tom cast it on you?" Harry rummaged through the Sorting Hat and took out a bottle of potion.

"No, I'm the master's confidant." Yaxley shook his head, speaking proudly, "I have many secrets in my head, and I have to do it for the master."

Harry raised his hand again.

Another Axii sign.

Legilimency needs the eyes as a breakthrough, but Axi doesn't need it.

He fell into a trance for a moment.

Harry unscrewed the cork and poured the clear, colorless and odorless potion into his mouth—it was Veritaserum, a potion that allowed people to speak the truth.

"What's your name?" Harry asked a casual question as he pulled out the bottle.

He was honest and ethereal: "Cobain Yaxley."

"Age?" Harry asked again.

He went on to answer: "69 years old."

"Who was the one who bound you together at the Quidditch World Cup?" Harry threw the bottle back into the Sorting Hat.

He doesn't have Caton: "It's Barty Crouch."

Harry frowned, and Dumbledore looked surprised: "Isn't he already dead?"

"He didn't," Yaxley replied. "We thought he was dead too, but he explained to us that his mother took Polyjuice Potion to replace him."

"He has been imprisoned at home by his father for these years, until last summer, he finally found a chance to break free from old Batty's imprisonment and return to the embrace of his master."

"What chance?" Harry asked next.

Yaxley said softly: "Bertha Jorkins discovered that Barty Crouch Jr. had escaped from Azkaban, and Barty Sr. had to use the Amnesiac on Jorkins to modify her memory. At that time, the little bus Dee got the wand."

Bertha Jorkins, he had heard the name before.

Before the opening of the Quidditch World Cup, Arthur and Ludo mentioned her by chance.

"Why are you making trouble at the Quidditch World Cup." Harry frowned.

Yaxley said: "Little Barty also wants to see how many people can continue to remain loyal to their master."

"Why didn't you contact Snape?" Harry continued.

Yaxley continued to answer: "Jr. Barty thinks he is unreliable. He didn't show up at the Quidditch World Cup."

Harry took a deep breath, and asked the question he had been most concerned about all this time: "So, what conspiracy did you plan on the Goblet of Fire?"

"Get the boy." Yaxley said without thinking.

"Harry Potter?" Harry threw out his name.

Yaxley nodded, "Yes."

"Why do you want him?" Harry demanded.

Yaxley shook his head: "I don't know. Only Barty Jr. knows about this matter. The master didn't tell anyone else except him."

do not know?
Harry frowned even tighter: "How are you going to get that boy?"

Yaxley shook his head again. "I don't know."

"How much do you know about Hogwarts, or the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry asked.

Yaxley replied: "I don't know, Hogwarts and the Triwizard Tournament are handled by Barty Jr."

Ask three questions.

Harry sighed and took a moment: "Then do you know about Voldemort's children?"

"I don't know." Yaxley's answer didn't change.

"Haven't you seen it?" Harry was a little surprised.

Yaxley nodded, "Yes."

"Have you seen Voldemort during this time?" Dumbledore asked a question.

Yaxley shook his head: "The master never sees us, he is still weak now, he only sees Barty Crouch, and the master rarely talks to us, most of the time, his orders are conveyed through little Barty. "

"Where is Voldemort now?" Harry grabbed his wand tightly and asked another extremely critical question.

Yaxley said, "Master is here"

He had only uttered four words, and a hot magic power gushed out from his left arm.

Harry raised his hand.

Put on the Quinn Seal for yourself, and at the same time wave the wand, cast the armor body, the transformation spell twists the surrounding tables, and stops them in front of them, forming a thick barrier.

Dumbledore raised his wand and spoke a spell in a serious tone.

"Stop the curse!"

The curse fell on Yaxley, but it didn't stop the magic in him from agitating.

wheezing—

Black Fierce Flame ignited from his body, devouring his body, turning into a pool of scorched black bones in the blink of an eye.

"It's a curse." Dumbledore frowned, his magic power protected everything in the house, "As long as he wants to say those few keywords, the curse will explode."

　Apologies, yesterday was a bit rough with Yaxley.

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