Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Dumbledore's face was full of regret: "But Alastor is very good at Defense Against the Dark Arts. In this regard, he is much better than me."

Hermione and Ron looked disbelieving.

"The Death Eaters may be plotting something." Harry put away the Marauder's Map. "At the Quidditch World Cup, they were targeting me, although except for the leader, the others didn't seem so determined."

Dumbledore's face became serious: "Harry, you should have told me earlier."

"I thought it was just revenge." Harry waved his hand, his tone relaxed, "After all, I drove their masters away, and made them tuck their tails, like bereaved dogs. Just like their masters, they lived on with mediocrity."

"But now it seems that it is obviously not. They should have a conspiracy, and even Barty Crouch has become their helper."

Dumbledore thought thoughtfully: "The Death Eaters don't seem to have abandoned their master yet."

"After all, Voldemort is not dead." Harry finished his milk.

Dumbledore noticed Ron and Hermione in extra light. To his surprise, these two young wizards hardly changed their expressions after hearing the word "Voldemort", unlike others who would subconsciously fight trembling.

"Next time you can prepare me a glass of vodka, or whiskey." Harry put the glass down.

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head: "Drink it for a few more years, or later, you will only be like me, being scolded for being shameless."

Dumbledore sent them away.

Sitting at the table, with his hand resting on the parchment, after a while, he moved his index finger lightly, the quill fluttered, and a string of words fell down.

"What are you going to tell the Ministry of Magic?" Godric poked his head, read the words on it clearly, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "You are the headmaster of Hogwarts, and you should solve the Hogwarts affairs by yourself."

"But wizards need order," Dumbledore replied. "Mr. Crouch is an official of the Ministry of Magic."

"You're evading responsibility." Godric was very blunt, and he didn't hide his thoughts.

The other portraits are looking at Godric.

Dumbledore did not change his mind: "Responsibility is equal to power. I am just a headmaster, and the Ministry of Magic should be handled by the magic itself."

Godric sneered.

The other portraits hesitated to speak, but in the end it was Armando Dippet who echoed Godric's persuasion.

Fox delivered the letter.

There was a commotion in the Auror's office, and Scrimgeour wanted to pluck out his hair and become a free owl.

Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, imprisoned the original Auror Alastor Moody, used compound potion in violation of regulations, and sneaked into Hogwarts instead of him.

This is ridiculous!

Scrimgeour counted the manpower and made a report by the way. When casting a spell to make it fly to Forgina, he hesitated for a moment, but finally he didn't wave his wand. The flashy events of the Quidditch World Cup are still vivid in his memory.

After that day, he was severely reprimanded by Fudge for a long time with an unusually happy mood, and this incident even took up a page in the "Daily Prophet".

It wasn't a big deal, but the result was tragic, causing the approval ratings of Scrimgeour and Crouch to drop a few points.

And these naturally rose to Fudge.

From the second basement to the fifth basement, as soon as Scrimgeour got out of the elevator, he saw Percy waving his wand and dragging a pile of documents, who was very busy.

"Are you from the Weasleys?" Scrimgeour looked at Percy, with his striking red hair, giving him the best reminder.

Percy nodded eagerly: "Yes, Director Scrimgeour."

"Where's Mr. Crouch?" Scrimgeour asked.

Percy turned to look at the office at the end of the corridor: "Mr. Crouch is still in the office, you know, Durmstrang and Beauxbatons."

Scrimgeour waved his hand and interrupted him: "Are you sure he's still in the office?"

"Yes." Percy nodded.

Scrimgeour ignored him, making Percy's expression dark, but soon he cheered up again, dragging a thick file, and walked to the public office area. check table.

There was a knock on the office door.

Crouch's familiar, dull and tired voice came out: "Come in."

Scrimgeour opened the door and walked in: "Mr. Crouch?"

"Since when have we become so estranged, Rufus?" Crouch put down the file in his hand, "What's the matter, Connelly hasn't given up on Winky yet? I've asked him to cooperate with your investigation many times."

"No, I just thought that we haven't seen each other for a long time, do you want to have a drink at the Leaky Cauldron tonight?" Scrimgeour sent an invitation.

Crouch's complexion changed slightly, he cheered up, and his eyes became sharp: "If you have anything to do with Rufus, just say it."

Scrimgeour shook his head. He and Crouch reminisced about the old days, and talked a lot about when Crouch was still working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. One of Crouch's most trusted people.

Some secrets, things that only the two of them knew, spit out from Crouch's mouth.

"You seem to be suspecting that I'm not me." After answering Scrimgeour's words, Crouch tapped on the table lightly.

Scrimgeour waved his hand: "Barty, I'm sorry, it's just that someone said that you imprisoned Alastor and sneaked into Hogwarts instead of him, and it may also be related to the Death Eaters."

Crouch's expression changed suddenly, and his hands and eyes trembled unnaturally. After taking several deep breaths, he calmed down: "Did Potter report it?"

"No, Mr. Dumbledore." Scrimgeour shook his head.

This made Crouch's face change again, making it even uglier: "That Mr. Crouch has been caught?"

Scrimgeour shook his head. After confirming that the person in front of him was Crouch, his tone became much lighter: "Mr. Dumbledore is not like Mr. Potter. He still respects our Ministry of Magic and wrote to inform us to arrest him." .”

"But it seems that he made a wrong judgment?"

"Barty, you're so tired for the Trifinals."

Crouch raised his face: "Rufus, why are you so slack? That's Mr. Dumbledore. Since he wrote to you in person, he has evidence. Even if it's not me, someone might be fake. I."

"You're still the same as before." Scrimgeour chuckled, "Then I'll make another trip, do you want to be together?"

Crouch shook his head: "That's your Auror's business, I'm only in charge of the International Magic Cooperation Department now."

"The Auror Command very much welcomes you to continue to serve as the Director." Scrimgeour waved at him, "Then I will take someone to Hogwarts to check, and I will return your innocence."

Scrimgeour left, closing the door behind him.

Crouch couldn't hide his emotions anymore, he slapped the table angrily, until his hands were red and the pain completely suppressed the anger, he didn't think of anything, snapped his fingers, called Winky out, and let it take him to the castle.

Hogwarts, West Tower.

Astronomy is still one of the compulsory subjects for young wizards.

Of course, compared to other subjects, this class is much easier. The first three years were enough to familiarize them with astrology. This year, the astronomy class is more like a late-night date. The professor told them the ancient legends in the stars.

It's just that tonight, it seems a little too lively.

Under the castle, there was a loud noise, the sound of the blasting spell.

A few black shadows flew by quickly, and there was the sound of magic spells swishing.

The little wizards immediately got up from the floor, clawed at the wall, and looked down on their feet.

But this was the eighth floor, and it was pitch black outside the castle, and the view was not good, so they couldn't see anything.

Ron was so anxious that he wanted to bite the bricks of the fence into his stomach.

So urgent!

The melon is right in front of me, but I can't eat it.

Harry took two binoculars from the Sorting Hat, and gave one to Ron and one to Hermione.

"Didn't you buy this during the Quidditch World Cup?" Ron took it blankly, "You still have it?"

"Don't you keep it too?" Harry said briskly.

Ron muttered, "I don't take this with me."

"If, I'm just saying if." The Sorting Hat continued, with a resentful tone, "You have a hat that can be stuffed with anything, and you will carry so many things with you."

Hermione whispered, and put the telescope back: "Harry, you can use it, you can see more information."

Harry shook his head: "No, the distance is not very far. I can see that it is Professor Moody, and a group of Aurors are chasing him." He looked to the side again, and behind a window not far away, someone Just like myself, I am also paying attention to that side.

Professor Moody?

Auror?

Ron looked intently at once, and Hermione raised her binoculars too.

The other students scratched their heads in envy.

There is nothing more painful than having a melon in front of your eyes that others can eat but you cannot.

The movement of the curse made a lot of noise, spreading into the Forbidden Forest, black magic was rampant, and the evil and dark atmosphere almost spread to the tower. It was not until the end of the astronomy class that these movements gradually subsided, Harry They had just descended from the tower when a silver phoenix landed on Harry's shoulder, bringing with it an invitation from Dumbledore.

Harry took Hermione and Ron, temporarily diverted to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office.

Push the door and go in.

The room was a little crowded, with Dumbledore, McGonagall, and several Aurors.

Moody, who had no artificial leg and only one eye socket, trembled violently when he heard the door being opened, and looked up suddenly, only to be relieved when he saw it was Harry.

Scrimgeour sat across from Moody in a dazed state. He was unhurt, except for the scorched corner of his robe, and he seemed to have lost half his life.

"Mr. Porter?" Moody said, his tone a bit sharp, "Thank you, I am really too bad, just became a professor, and such a disqualified thing happened."

"Where's Barty Crouch?" Harry nodded to him. In the room, he didn't find the figure he cared about the most.

Scrimgeour raised his head dumbly, his eyes were straight, and his tone was floating, with a feeling that he couldn't get to the ground: "Barty is dead."

"Dead?" Harry was taken aback for a moment, "You guys are so merciless?"

Scrimgeour gritted his teeth, a little ashamed: "We are Aurors, not dark wizards. Of course we wouldn't do that. He was killed by his own spell rebound when he resisted."

"I can't believe it! Batty is real."

"I looked for him before I came, and confirmed that he is real and still in the Ministry of Magic!"

"But when I got to Hogwarts, I saw two Batty with my own eyes. The one from the Ministry of Magic was disguised by his elf. Oh, no Batty, how could he do such a thing."

"He's the person I admire the most."

Harry frowned. "What about Winky, the house-elf?"

"Dead too." Scrimgeour waved his hand, "Killed by Batty, he used the Killing Curse extremely skillfully without hesitation."

"Any other accomplices?" Harry asked next.

Scrimgeour shook his head and sighed: "No, Mr. Potter, please don't join any other gangs. One Batty is enough to give us a headache. The director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department actually did such a thing, and during the arrest process he died"

Harry didn't ask any more questions, and after accepting Professor Moody's thanks, he walked out of the office, went down the grand staircase, and immediately took out the Marauder's Map.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

The names of professors and Aurors floated on it, and Harry glanced at it briefly, then continued to scan other directions, and when he went from left to right, there was no longer the name "Barty Crouch", nor "Winky" the name.

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