It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 323 The Position
Whether Crouch ever met the present Voldemort is a key question.

Even if he had evidence to prove that Voldemort was secretly planning some "return plan of the devil king", he had never directly seen the reality of his coming.

Dumbledore looked at him with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"What are you going to do after that, go back to the Ministry of Magic? How do you talk about Voldemort?"

Crouch took a deep breath.

"My position has never changed. I replaced Barty Jr. from Azkaban just to make up for my wife. The relationship between me and Voldemort will never be unified, and it will never be reconciled. After returning to the Ministry, I will speak out about this matter, at least let the Ministry of Magic prepare early."

His answer like this is undoubtedly the most satisfactory answer.

Sherlock, Dumbledore, and Moody sitting here are all aware of the reality that Voldemort is reemerging.

They didn't say it to the public, nor did they remind the Ministry of Magic. They all knew that according to the personality of the current Minister Fudge, he would never admit it.

On the contrary, it is very likely that those who tell the truth will be suppressed as much as possible, so as to maintain his authority as a minister. During his tenure, such a notorious Dark Lord will not have any possibility of returning.

Of course he couldn't stop Voldemort, but he could seal the mouth of those who revealed the news, and he could keep his power day by day.

And if such news came from someone like Crouch, it would be completely different. Although his contacts in the Ministry of Magic had been squeezed out by Fudge all the time, his real power had not been weakened much because of this.

Just like Dumbledore's reputation in the wizarding world far exceeds anyone else, but when his personal voice is at odds with the magical government, most of the people will still believe in the government.

After all, the credibility of the magic government has been accumulated over the centuries. Crouch belongs to the government system and is one of the highest-level people. What he said is equivalent to taking advantage of part of the government's credibility.

After confirming Crouch's position, the conversation is almost over.

Before the end, Crouch said to Sherlock with a complex expression.

"If I say that I don't hate you for killing Barty Jr., it must be a lie. After all, he is my own son. I sent him to Azkaban with my own hands. If he died there, I would also I hate myself. But your position and approach to killing him are completely fine, and you saved me this time, so even if I have a grudge in my heart, I have no right to have any dissatisfaction with you. Here to say thank you."

He stood up and bowed solemnly to Sherlock.

"Thank you for saving me, and thank you for giving little Barty a relief."

What he did made Sherlock look at him even more highly.

Because of his son's affairs before, Sherlock had a very general impression of him, but now it seems that he is indeed a character, and it is no wonder that Dumbledore and Moody both trust him so much.

"As you said, Mr. Crouch, I'm just doing my job on my own footing, so I don't need to express my thanks."

Then Crouch and Moody left the principal's office, but Sherlock dawdled and showed no signs of going out.

After the other two had left, he stared at Dumbledore and said seriously.

"I have a plan."

Dumbledore blinked and said with a smile.

"I think it's certainly not an easy plan."

Sherlock didn't play any charades with him, and just said everything he thought.

Dumbledore still had a smile on his face at first, but the more he listened to Sherlock, the more the smile began to shrink, and finally became dignified.

After Sherlock finished speaking, he picked up the teacup and drank the warm tea inside.

There was a silence in the office.

Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about what Sherlock had just said, and finally he shook his head seriously.

"It's too risky, don't forget, you are also their target."

"That's right, but if I'm prepared, can they really embarrass me?" Sherlock said solemnly, "Besides, I've seen Voldemort in his heyday, what else? Can the big scene scare me?"

"I still don't think so. Your proposal is very good, but maybe Moody is more suitable for this role."

"I didn't mean to belittle Moody, but after all, he is inconvenient and his body is not suitable for hiding. I am the most suitable person to do this. Besides, there is no professor who is completely risk-free. Such risks come when we can within the limits of responsibility.”

Sherlock stared into Dumbledore's eyes, and Dumbledore did not avoid it, just staring at him like this.

After a long time, Dumbledore shook his head again.

"For the plan you mentioned, it's still early, I need to consider, maybe there are more suitable candidates."

Sherlock knew that he was not an indecisive person, but this matter really required him to spend time thinking about it, so he didn't urge him, but turned around and prepared to leave the principal's office.

Just before leaving, he left a sentence.

"Whoever is missing in this world, the process of history will continue to advance. There is no one who cannot take risks, and no one cannot die. We are all the same, Professor Dumbledore."

Sherlock's back disappeared behind the door of the principal's office.

Dumbledore clasped his hands silently, propping the lower half of his face with the back of his hands, the jumping light of the fire being reflected in his crescent-shaped glasses.

……

The results of the second competition soon spread throughout the castle.

Harry, who took the last place this time, did not receive much criticism from the students. Most of them sympathized with him. After all, everyone knew that he had an accident during the competition.

Otherwise, based on the time when Harry was the first to find the hostage, he should have also won the first place in this project.

In this regard, Ron certainly didn't complain about Harry's failure to rescue him from the water.

"I can't blame you. It was someone's conspiracy that you were able to participate in this competition. This time, that person took action on this project."

Hermione said worriedly.

"I don't know if the professors can catch that man."

Harry didn't really care about it. Regarding the attack on him, the subsequent events had nothing to do with him, he said with some gratitude.

"Fortunately, that reporter who talked nonsense has gone somewhere, otherwise I will be in bad luck now."

(End of this chapter)