Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Dumbledore looked at him with a complicated expression.

He has been the headmaster for nearly sixty or seventy years. Except for Harry and his group, Barty Crouch Jr. is almost as outstanding as Cedric and Snape.

Regardless of magical talent or brains.

"Caught it." He sighed and said softly.

Harry shook his head: "But the situation may be worse than we thought."

He stretched out his hand, and like a wand, ropes spurted out, binding one person and a family of elves, and hung them up: "Let's go back to the castle first."

Dumbledore nodded, looked at the scorched earth and the pointed seeds, and waved his wand.

The layer of burnt white floating soil was swept away.

The heavy snow over this area stopped, and a small rain cloud opened up, and a light drizzle fell. Even the season seemed to have been changed, and it became more vibrant like spring.

They turned and walked away, leaving Hagrid to comfort the frightened animals in the Forbidden Forest.

Lock Crouch and Kaka in an abandoned classroom. After Harry and Dumbledore sealed them with magic, they called Snape and walked to the principal's office together.

"Crouch caught it." Snape's voice was indescribably light.

He was haggard.

Ever since the curse on Lupine was lifted, he has become like this day by day. He was already thin, and now he is even thinner. His skin is sunken and skinny, and his skin is getting darker. Professor Snape was already scary, but now that he didn't speak and looked like a living skeleton, it was even more scary.

But now, hearing the sound of Crouch being arrested, he thought that the land in the Forbidden Forest that had been burned by the fire was finally a little alive.

"Caught it." Harry nodded.

Snape was startled, frowned, and sat down with Dumbledore, quietly waiting for the next words.

Harry also sat down: "Crouch had manipulated his brain, his memory was erased, and no clues were found."

"I've read his existing memories and found nothing strange."

This is the most troublesome part.

Perhaps there are clues laid out openly in Crouch's memory.

But this kind of thing is difficult to see.

Maybe the pumpkin juice on the corner of the table is a clue.

Maybe the food on the table is a clue.

Maybe a certain painting or a certain scene.

Crouch didn't take the initiative to say that it would be difficult for Harry to analyze such a huge memory.

Snape took a deep breath: "Can't find the Dark Lord's Horcrux?"

Harry nodded: "He is very careful and seems to be prepared to be caught by me."

"I'm afraid every time he shows up, he will be fully prepared like this."

"Crouch is a very smart and cautious man." Snape started, but he couldn't help coughing after saying a few words. "Even at Malfoy Manor, I rarely saw him."

Harry looked at Snape and said softly: "Professor Snape, I'm afraid."

"I know." Snape interrupted, "I will help Crouch. After all, I am his friend. Apart from him, I am the only Death Eater left."

Harry shook his head: "I'm afraid he's not the only one."

Snape was startled and looked at Harry in disbelief.

Dumbledore was also a little surprised.

What are you talking about?

Snape wasn't the only Death Eater besides Barty Crouch Jr.?

"Potter, if I remember correctly, all the Death Eaters died in Malfoy Manor." Snape said with a stern face, "You have confirmed that they are all dead, and I have also confirmed that, except for Barty Clark Jr. Rauch, the loyal lackeys of the Dark Lord, are also dead."

Harry nodded: "Professor Snape, I haven't forgotten."

"But it is what it is."

"Little Barty Crouch was sent to the edge of the Forbidden Forest by a house elf. After the house elf returned, Crouch never saw it again. But when he fought with me, he summoned the house elf again. Elf."

"Its memory has been tampered with. It only has the memory of sending Crouch to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but no other memories, including the memory of meeting Crouch."

The two of them immediately understood what Harry meant.

Dumbledore said in a cautious tone: "Are you saying that after Kaka returned, someone else helped to modify Kaka's memory?"

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers.

A house elf appeared in front of him: "Noble Mr. Dumbledore, what is the need to send Love?"

"Love would do anything for Mr. Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at it and asked: "Where did Kaka leave Hogwarts today?"

The house elf named Love shook his ears: "Kaka has not left Hogwarts."

"Didn't leave?" Harry raised an eyebrow, "Where is Kaka going to Hogwarts today?"

Love reported excitedly: "Kaka joined us at two o'clock this morning to clean up the dirty robes and clothes of the little wizards of Gryffindor. After washing the clothes, drying them, they sent them back, and then started preparing breakfast. La!"

"When the little wizards get up and breakfast time passes, Kaka will go to Gryffindor Tower to clean up the castle."

"When you come back at noon, continue making lunch for the little wizards."

"Today's weather is not very good. The things we just cleaned up in the morning became dirty again. Kaka then went to Gryffindor and the seventh and eighth floors of the castle to clean up."

"Didn't you leave halfway?" Harry asked.

Love nodded and said in a serious tone: "Lov didn't lie, Kaka never left that area."

Harry continued to ask: "Is there any secret room on the seventh or eighth floor, or Gryffindor Tower? Or a secret passage?"

Without waiting for Love's answer.

Harry raised his hand and pointed at the working Marauder's Map hanging behind the principal's desk.

"The secret rooms and secret passages outside this map are recorded."

Love stood on tiptoe to look. After a while, he shook his head in confusion: "Everything Love knows is on the map."

Harry frowned: "Look up at me."

Love obediently turned his head and met Harry's eyes.

Legilimency.

After a moment, Harry lifted the magic effect and shook his head: "What terrible news. These house elves may have known something before, but their memories have been erased. They are on the seventh and eighth floors, and near Gryffindor Tower." , there is a secret room that we don’t know about, and Voldemort and another of his servants may be hiding there.”

Just read the house elf's memories.

There is also a long memory blank in its mind, and something has been pulled away.

"But besides me, where are the Death Eaters?" Snape had a cold face, and the trace of vitality that had just come to life quietly dissipated.

Those who were truly loyal to Voldemort all died in Malfoy Manor, with the only exception of Crouch, who was now captured by Harry.

Those who were not loyal to Voldemort were killed by Death Eaters in revenge after Voldemort was resurrected.

There are still a few left in the Ministry of Magic, but they are all just on the sidelines. They are all thinking of ways to protect their current comfortable position and life, and they are even less likely to help Voldemort and push themselves into a narrower road.

"Karkaroff." Harry spat out a name.

Snape was stunned for a while, then hesitantly said, "I've never seen him before."

"And he is a coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"I'm afraid Crouch is willing to have a heart-to-heart relationship with me, but he is not willing to trust Karkaroff."

"He keeps disappearing. No one is seen alive or dead." Harry waved his hand and asked the house elf to leave. "I can't think of anyone else except him."

"Maybe it's not necessarily true trust."

"The soul-stealing curse, or Horcrux control, or even other methods, black magic always has many ways to control a person, isn't it?"

Dumbledore thought thoughtfully: "So our breakthrough point is still at Crouch?"

Harry nodded: "Yes."

He dug into the Sorting Hat, took out a bottle, and placed it on the table: "What's even worse is that he modified the memories of himself and the house elves. I'm afraid he also got in touch with the Wild Hunt earlier."

"What is this?" Snape looked over.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes: "Is it the thing that appeared with the group of knights that day?"

"It's hoarfrost." Harry said softly, "It's a magical natural phenomenon. I don't know what it is specifically."

Snape clapped his fingers: "So I want to get the information from Crouch."

"Where is the secret room they are hiding in at Hogwarts?"

"Where are the Dark Lord's remaining Horcruxes?"

"And how did they contact the knight named Wild Hunt?"

Harry nodded.

Hogwarts, in an abandoned classroom on the third floor.

Crouch was tied up, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling.

He barely reached the threshold of being able to sense magic, and tried hard to analyze the magic wrapped in this room, but Harry and Dumbledore's handwriting, dozens of complex spells intertwined, made it impossible for him to understand.

"Kaka?"

"Love?"

He spoke, trying to pronounce the names of several house elves, but nothing happened.

At this moment, there was a crash and the door was opened.

"Don't try, it's useless." Harry said, staring at Crouch, "Albus and I have terminated your contract with Hogwarts."

"You have nothing to do with this castle anymore."

Crouch suddenly became numb, like a woodcarving, staring blankly at the blank, clean blackboard in the classroom.

"Now tell me those things about you, and maybe you can get a good ending." Harry said softly, waving towards the door.

Snape came in reluctantly.

Crouch looked at him and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Harry stared at his face and spoke meaningfully: "I know your hiding place in Hogwarts, in Gryffindor Tower? The most dangerous place is the safest place. I have to admit that you are very brave. big."

"I mean, you and your accomplice."

"Is that Karkaroff?"

He observed carefully, but Crouch controlled his facial muscles, and the most basic physiological conditioned reflexes did not occur.

Not in Gryffindor Tower.

Maybe not Karkaroff either.

Harry made up his mind in his mind and showed no timidity in his words. He waved to Snape and said, "Think about it for yourself. Albus asked Professor Snape to brew a carefully prepared potion for you."