The Harry Potter Show Teaser

Chapter 231 Talking and Planning

While Weiss was having breakfast with Narcissa, the door of Malfoy Manor was pushed open, and Voldemort led Barty Crouch Jr. and Lucius in.

"Hey, did you come to see me early in the morning?" Weiss gnawed on the bread and pointed to the side: "Have you eaten in the morning? If you haven't eaten, sit down and eat. Ms. Narcissa's craftsmanship is really good. I I'm kinda jealous of Draco."

"... Kabrev, I received a message last night." Voldemort stared at Weiss for a while and sat down: "Yesterday, our great white wizard took advantage of the riots in Hogwarts to travel thousands of miles Three Muggles and a child rescued..."

"Hey, is the old man moving fast?" Weiss's speed of eating breakfast did not change, as if it had nothing to do with him.

"Are you going to say that it has nothing to do with you?" Voldemort pulled out his wand and put it on the table, looking at Wes quietly with his arms folded.

"Of course it is." Weiss said casually after chewing a piece of bacon.

"Smelly boy! Put it on..." Little Barty Crouch seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and quickly pulled out his wand, only to hear "Expelliarmus"...he flew out backwards.

"I'm talking to your master, please keep quiet, it will appear that your master is very uneducated." Weiss picked up his hand under the table, and threw his wand on the table, slowly Take the knife and cut the sausage.

"Kablev, don't you think you need to give me an explanation?" Voldemort reached for Wes' wand and started playing with it.

"Because of this." Weiss reached out and picked up an inconspicuous bag, threw it in front of Voldemort, and looked at him with raised eyebrows: "Open it and see?"

"...What is this?" Voldemort narrowed his eyes, picked up the half-open pocket with his wand, and found a book inside, an ancient black book that was neither gold, iron, stone, nor paper.

"Ms. Narcissa, could you please take Mr. Lucius to have some breakfast, can you?" Although Weiss called Narcissa's name, his eyes were fixed on Voldemort: "By the way, drag the fallen one together Walk."

"...You guys go down." Voldemort looked at the black book in front of him with interest, and waved his hand casually.

"The name of this book is "The Black Book of the Dead." Weiss didn't ask after hearing the door closing, and started talking directly.

""The Black Book of the Dead"?" Voldemort stared at the book in front of him, as if it would glow.

"Well, in layman's terms, it is "The Jade Record." Weiss raised his eyebrows and added, and suddenly felt that Voldemort's breathing was short, and he took a deep breath before asking: "Is this true?" of?"

"My teacher is Nicolas!" Weiss smiled even more happily when he saw Voldemort's appearance.

"...But you still didn't say why Dumbledore would..." Voldemort suddenly felt something was wrong, he should have taken the initiative, but now he was being led by the nose.

"Its key is on those three Muggles!" Weiss laughed heartily, pointing to the big lock on the cover of the Black Book of the Dead.

"Kabrev!" Voldemort stared wide-eyed, pointed at Wes with his wand, "You're kidding me!"

"No, no, no, Voldemort, Dumbledore also has a scripture in his hand--"The Sun Golden Sutra", which is equally powerful, and the key to the two books is the same!" Weiss smiled even more happily, glanced at Voldemort said, "Do you really think I care so much about the lives of those three Muggles? Hahaha!"

"...Presumably, you must know where Dumbledore will transfer them, right?" Voldemort suppressed the mania in his heart and stared at Weiss.

"Of course, the one thing in this world that you won't break into is Hogwarts; the second is my castle!" Weiss tilted his head and stared at Voldemort with an evil smile: "Do you need me to help you get the key back?" , Lord Dark Lord?"

"...Keep this book!" Voldemort frowned and said, "You must cherish this book! It is your teacher..."

"No, no, take it if you want it! I don't care at all!" Weiss said with an unchanged smile: "Then, great Lord Dark Lord, what are you going to use in exchange for the only book in the world?" What about "The Black Book of the Dead"? Because Bass's family motto doesn't suffer from it!"

"I will give you countless Galleons! Enough to fill a Gringotts warehouse!" Voldemort was not surprised by Weiss's style, or he had already read it from Lucius' brain Enough information.

"Although I have inherited a lot from my teacher, the more gold Galleons, the better, isn't it?" Weiss casually tapped the plate in front of him with a silver spoon: "Then , Great Lord Dark Lord, shall I set off now?"

"Wait, maybe Dumbledore is still in your castle, you need help..." As Voldemort waved his wand, the gate of the castle was opened, and Barty Crouch Jr. stood respectfully. He remained motionless under the steps: "Baty, take a few people to accompany this Kabrev to France and get some things. Remember, you must bring Mr. Kabrev back safely."

"Yes, master!" Barty Crouch Jr. said respectfully, saluted far away and left quickly.

"Hey, Overseer, but, can they resist Dumbledore's move?" Weiss raised his eyebrows and looked at Voldemort amusedly.

"Hehe, isn't there Kabrev?" Voldemort cast a glance at Wes.

"Your old man really thinks highly of me." Weiss shrugged and said.

"of course."

……

"Do you hate these wizards?" Weiss finally waited for Barty Crouch Jr. near noon. He only brought three murderous wizards with him, not a single werewolf.

"No, they are all loyal to their master!" Barty Crouch Jr. glanced at Weiss and said solemnly.

"Change some less loyal ones, the wizards you bought with your gambling money are the best." Weiss waved his hands in disgust.

"Mr. Kabrev, don't try to run away, I'll keep an eye on you!" Barty Crouch Jr. narrowed his eyes gloomyly and drew out his wand, pointing it at Wes.

"We're going to see Dumbledore right away, are you sure you want to waste them in this kind of place?" Weiss looked at Barty Crouch Jr. in surprise, and slapped his wand off: "I don't care Yes, I don’t know them anyway, but I have to say in advance, if I can’t beat the old man, I will run straight away, and if I can’t run away, I will use them to block the old man. In this case, how sure are you to take them? indivual?"

"...Mr. Kabrev, please wait a moment." Barty Crouch Jr. was silent for a while, and left with a few people. After a while, he brought three strange-looking guys over: "Mr. Kabrev ,They are……"

"Stop, I'm not interested in knowing. I'll get to know them well when they survive." Weiss quickly reached out to stop Barty Crouch Jr.'s introduction: "You just need to tell me how to get there."

"We have the Nimbus 2001 and the magic carpet." Barty Crouch Jr. looked at Wes with a broomstick in one hand and a magic carpet in the other.

"...From England riding broomsticks to France, you Death Eaters are all warriors, even more warriors than the Triwizard Tournament warriors!" Weiss gestured at several people with a thumbs up.

"So, Mr. Kabrev, what is your choice?" Barty Crouch Jr. ignored Weiss' ridicule, and pushed two things in front of him.

"Did I choose it and give it to me?" Weiss took the magic carpet and unfolded it to see its unsightly patterns.

"Of course not, it's just for you to use." Barty Crouch Jr. thought Wes had chosen the magic carpet, so he handed the broomstick to one of the three.

"I want to fly a broom, this thing seems to fly slowly." Weiss shook his head and threw the magic carpet to Barty Crouch Jr.: "We need to be faster, and try to sneak in at night, I don't want to face it That old man with the white beard."

"...As you wish, Mr. Kabrev." Barty Crouch Jr. said through gritted teeth.

"By the way, prepare some potion or something. I'm going to change a sword. We have to get ready." Weiss spread his hands at Barty Crouch Jr. and said, "Give me a broomstick first, I have to get it ready first." Practice."

…France…

After several hours of flying and close contact with the sea a dozen times, Weiss and his team arrived in France 'safely'.

"Because Mr. Kabrev is not in a good condition, I will lead the way today." Barty Crouch Jr. said gloatingly.

"I think I'll do it." Weiss said with a pale face.

"Please tell me the destination." Barty Crouch Jr. still gloated, unmoved at all.

"Well, I hope you don't regret it, the destination is the Bois de Boulogne." Weiss said as he took off the wizard robe, wrung out the water on it and lost a small sea fish.

...the Bois de Boulogne...

"I've said it all, let me lead the way, are you satisfied now?" Weiss yelled at Barty Crouch Jr. while running away.

"Kablev, it's useless to say these things now!" Barty Crouch Jr. looked back from time to time, with a particularly flustered expression on his face.

"Yeah, it's useless, prepare to die." After Weiss stood still, he took out his wand to the old man who came out of the bushes in front of him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Dumbledore, you actually choose It's such a leisurely and elegant walk in France at night. It's really rude that those three weird-looking guys didn't accompany you."

"Kabrev, don't you have anything else to say?" Dumbledore pointed his wand at the two, his tone was extraordinarily calm.

"Of course!" Weiss said solemnly, but he took a step back, moved to the nervous sweating little Barty Crouch and slapped him, and said with a smile: "We will wait a while." If you run to both sides, who are you going to chase?"

The moment he finished speaking, he pushed Barty Crouch Jr. towards Dumbledore forcefully, and at the same time stepped hard on the ground with his feet, and rushed towards the way he came.

"Damn it! Kabrev!" Barty Crouch Jr. didn't expect Wes to push him, and suddenly panicked. In desperation, he could only cast a spell on Dumbledore and released it.

Dumbledore easily blocked Barty Crouch Jr.'s spell, and released a stun spell, and the extremely fast spell hit Barty Crouch Jr., knocking him into the air , hit the tree trunk and became motionless.

"Professor Dumbledore, you will not be merciful. Everything will be petrified." Weiss leaned against the tree trunk at this time, not flustered at all, raised his wand and cast a petrification spell on the already lying on the ground On the unconscious Barty Crouch Jr.: "Those three have been dealt with?"

"I knew you would come here, and I have been awake for this reason." Dumbledore looked at Wessh's sudden approach with a calm face: "Come back to Hogwarts with me, the arrest warrant or something , don’t worry too much.”

"Well, I'm never worried about those people in the Ministry of Magic, those Aurors there, tsk tsk tsk..." Weiss poked Barty Crouch Jr. with his wand again, and said after finding that he really didn't respond: " Have you fixed the two-way mirror for me and Hermione?"

"Of course, it's just that I haven't given it to you yet." Dumbledore took out two small mirrors, looked at them and shook his head. "They died too suddenly."

"We lost this game. When he was about to hide in the dark and wait for an opportunity, we lost." Weiss shook his head and said, "He set all our eyes on 'Someone is going to fight for hegemony in the Triwizard It's a condition of killing Harry in the race."

"Alas..." Dumbledore shook his head and sighed, "I thought he would make a high-profile comeback, after all, he has always done this before."

"The last failure made him reflect. He is accumulating his own strength. Those three weird-looking guys were just recruited recently." Weiss pointed to the direction of the forest behind him: "The kind is still uncertain." How many are there?"

"I seem to have to summon some old buddies." Dumbledore shook his head slightly and sighed: "The war is about to start again."

"Is Evelyn and the others okay?" Weiss turned his head and forgot to glance at the empty air, but he was sure that Evelyn and the others were in that direction.

"It's not bad, it's much easier to persuade them to leave than I thought." Dumbledore said approvingly.

"That's good, I won't go to see them, lest they worry too much about me." Weiss nodded, looked around and said, "What are you going to do with them? Throw them in Azkaban? Or solve them after asking Lose?"

"... um..." This simple question stumped Dumbledore, wondering how to answer it.

"No way! Fudge still doesn't believe it after yesterday's incident? The Dark Mark is shining on his face." Weiss was surprised after hearing this: "I even called out Voldemort's name!"

"He thinks it's the Imperius Curse, and he's looking for you now." Dumbledore sighed, "At that time, he couldn't hear your voice clearly..."

"...Then you arrest me, I just happened to go to see Azkaban in person, if I was rescued, it means that they have indeed controlled Azkaban." Weiss said after a moment of silence.

"How can it be, but if not..." Dumbledore hesitated.

"If not, I will escape from prison, and you will know the result no matter what." Weiss replied directly: "I am wanted anyway, and it would be a pity not to make good use of this."

"That's Azkaban!" Dumbledore looked surprised, then nodded when he thought of something, and said, "Indeed, you who know Animagus are indeed the best candidate."

"Then, let's get started! It's not my style to catch it with nothing!" Weiss said as he took out a transformed long sword from the stretch bag, swung it twice and stared at Dumbledore.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You know, Harry and the others are waiting for you at Hogwarts..." Dumbledore looked at Wes calmly, but his wand was tightly held by him: " Although, it would be a little strange for me to say this, but...you really don't need to do this for this world."

"I'm just following the situation that Voldemort wants to see." Weiss said, sticking his sword: "Besides, it's rare for someone to make a divination for our family. How can we not follow it."

"Is there anything you want me to convey to Harry and the others?" Dumbledore straightened his arm and pointed his wand at Wes.

"No, after all, I'm a wanted criminal now! Professor Dumbledore!" After Weiss called out Dumbledore's name, he quickly rushed over with his sword, and instantly hit a dirt wall.

Just when Dumbledore was ready for the Disarming Curse, he was focused on guarding Wess from both ends of the wall, but just when the wand was aimed at the left side where the fluctuation of Wess' magic power was more obvious, Dumbledore was suddenly taken aback because he noticed that his Transfiguration was casted with the Restoration Curse, and then, before the wall disappeared completely, Weiss rushed over covered in dirt, "Professor, I'm also a wizard!" Lifting it up obliquely, the sword edge moved from Dumbledore's right abdomen to his left chest. The steel-like material reflected the moonlight, and Dumbledore's face illuminated was also snow-white.

But there was a sudden light in Weiss's hand, and the sharp and strong long sword instantly turned back into a branch, and Dumbledore's light voice also sounded: "Ha ha."

"I'm right-handed!" Weiss smiled suddenly, a right hand hidden under the wide wizard robe has been lifted up, the wand is pointing straight at Dumbledore, and the blue and white light on the tip of the wand is flickering.

"Flying sand and rolling stones!" The blue and white light instantly illuminated the dark forest.

Then there is no more then.

The blue-and-white spell seemed to hit a transparent wall, exploded, and smoke and dust were everywhere. Weiss took advantage of the explosion's air waves to quickly back away, pulling away the distance.

This choice is undoubtedly correct, because the moment Weiss just got out of the way, a phoenix made of flames rushed over, aiming directly at the direction where Weiss was originally standing, and instantly blew up a big hole.

"It's almost there, Wes." Dumbledore's figure emerged from the dust, and there was not even a speck of dust on the wizard's robe.

"No, no, at least you have to burn a piece of forest!" Weiss smiled and shook his head, then the air above his left shoulder began to twist, and as he stretched his arms, a huge fire dragon made of flames appeared in front of him Above the arm: "For your sake, I'll half-baked Barty Crouch Jr.!"

As soon as the words fell, the fire dragon rushed into the air, circling into a fire ring connected end to end, and with the swing of Weiss' left hand, the entire fire ring was suppressed with a thunderous force.

"Professor, get ready." Weiss said to Dumbledore with sweat on his forehead, and then put two fingers together on his left hand and lifted it upwards. The entire ring of fire began to shrink violently. The center was obviously Weiss, and the trees on the way to shrink After passing through the ring of fire, there was only a scorched black tree trunk half a person's height standing there naked.

"This attack method is pretty good, but it's too much of a waste of magic power." Dumbledore commented behind Wes, then waved his wand and a disarming spell instantly hit Wes.

"It hurts... I never thought that apparation could be used like this. After all, the magic power around here is already very disordered..." Weiss was hit firmly, and the wand in his hand flew out instantly, and people He was also slammed into the air. If it weren't for the fact that there are only tree stumps in the entire forest, Weiss would definitely be hit by the tree trunk, causing secondary damage.

"Do you have no other means of attack now?" Dumbledore stood there leisurely, not intending to pursue him at all.

"Animagus, that's for dealing with enemies. I'm too lazy to move now. The broom has made me uncomfortable for a long time." Weiss lay motionless on the ground, tapping his fingers casually on the hard ground to draw a line. Another symbol: "I just thought of a way to communicate safely. Voldemort will never understand..."

...Hogwarts...

"Wes asked me to give it to you." Dumbledore said, looking at the haggard Hermione in front of him, "I just caught him."

"Professor Dumbledore, you should know that he is innocent!" Hermione clenched her hands tightly holding the two stretch bags with an expression of disbelief: "Why did you do this?"

"Yes, I have always believed in him..." Dumbledore waved a chair and moved a chair for Hermione to sit in: "Sit down and talk."

"Professor Dumbledore!" Hermione didn't sit down, but stepped forward two steps to the desk, looking at Dumbledore with wide eyes.

"I can only say that this decision is not what I want to see, but it is indeed his own decision." Dumbledore pressed his hands down, waved his wand to move the chair behind Hermione: "I It's a bold decision, I must say..."

"Dumbledore! Your Minister of Magic and I demand that you hand over that little girl!" Just as Dumbledore whispered to Hermione, the door of the principal's room was pushed open, and Kakalo The husband's eager voice sounded.

"It's impossible for me to agree to this." Dumbledore's expression became very serious, and he stared at Karkaroff and Connery Fudge behind him like lightning.

"Dumbledore! You need to know about this..." Karkaroff said with sweat on his forehead, clutching his left arm.

"It's nothing serious. I have fulfilled my role as the headmaster of Hogwarts and handed over the student suspected of using the Imperius Curse to you, Minister Fudge of the British Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore ignored Karkaroff's anxiety voice, staring at Cornelius Fudge with several Aurors behind him.

"Dumbledore, I just want to thoroughly investigate how he knew about the Dark Mark." Fudge took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face, and argued forcefully, "Or he has already colluded with the rest of that person's party. I think you know, he's very resistant to psychic magic, and dementors..."

"You threw an unjudged person to the dementors?" Dumbledore pulled Hermione, whose face was getting paler, behind him, staring at Fudge with blue eyes full of anger: " I have to tell you, you have to think about the consequences of doing this! If you provoke his parents to come over, then you will be a sinner in the entire magic world! I can tell you responsibly, their family is very protective of their shortcomings!"

"No, no, no, Dumbledore, you know, the dementors are avoiding him! Even the little Barty Crouch, who should have died long ago, is also hiding! We can't ask anything at all!" Fudge There was more and more sweat on his forehead, and he shook his hands hurriedly and said.

"So we're here for that little girl! She must know something! Have you noticed that he cares about her very much!" Karkaroff stared fiercely at Hermione behind Dumbledore, his eyes protruding.

"Karkaroff, I have to say, you should know what happened." Dumbledore said, looking at his left hand which he had been clutching.

When he was told about the pain, Karkaroff's face turned white and white, and when he was about to say something, Dumbledore looked at Fudge expressionlessly and said, "It's okay for Barty Crouch Jr. to throw Azkaban directly." , but Minister Fudge, are you sure Azkaban can hold Kabrev? If he escapes, are you sure you're going to take Miss Granger now?"

"Of course, if you are really brave, you can use the Killing Curse directly on him. But if you do this, please be sure to notify me in advance, so that I can choose a cemetery that I am satisfied with just like Nicole May. " Dumbledore added with a smile as he looked at the somewhat ugly faces of the two, then patted the little hand that was holding onto his wizard robe, and turned back to wink at Hermione.

"Then Dumbledore, what's your suggestion?" Fudge stammered, his face turned blue and white.

"If he doesn't want to say it, then put him in Azkaban. If he escapes, he will issue a warrant. There is no need to send Aurors to hunt him down. Besides, there is no Auror who can catch him. After this world is boring, he will leave." Dumbledore spread his hands and said: "We have nothing to do, and I believe that Karkaroff will also see the one-on-one fire dragon that day and the magic of the other world beside the Black Lake. would agree with me very much.”

"Professor, are they really going to lock Wes in Azkaban?" Hermione said in a lifeless tone after the two dejected people left.

"Yes, but with his character, he is bored in Azkaban, maybe he will come back." Dumbledore touched Hermione's little head and said with a smile: "He can also know Arnie. Muggs, well, maybe, even if he doesn't know Animagus, the Dementors would love to send him out."

"Then do you still believe him?" Hermione looked at Dumbledore expectantly in her eyes.

"Of course, I have to tell you a secret," said Dumbledore, lowering his voice and blinking his eyes, "I didn't catch him, but he decided to go around Azkaban himself, um, travel or something of."

"Then can I go to see him? Summer vacation or something?" Hermione looked a little better, and looked at Dumbledore expectantly.

"No, no, at that time, he may have escaped from prison, you know, he is not the kind of obedient child." Dumbledore said with a smile: "When you graduate, I will recommend you very much It must be very romantic for the world to look for him."

"Then these..." Hermione said blushing, looking at the stretch bag tightly clenched in her hand.

"He said that everything is at your disposal, including the token of the owner of the castle." Dumbledore blinked and said with a smile, "Hermione, do you have anything else to ask?"

"It's gone, Professor Dumbledore." Hermione nodded, and hung the two stretch bags around her waist together with her own: "I have to go back and tidy up."

"Miss Granger, I still have something to say," Dumbledore called to stop Hermione who was about to go out, and only after Hermione turned around in doubt did he continue: "Protect yourself."

"Huh? Okay, Professor Dumbledore." Hermione tilted her head in bewilderment, and then nodded solemnly in agreement.

...the Gryffindor lounge...

"What did Professor Dumbledore say? How is Wes? Are you still running away? Do we need to do something?" Harry asked eagerly as soon as Hermione returned to the common room.

"Professor Dumbledore said that he decided to travel to Azkaban..." Hermione said with her lips curled up.

"I just said don't worry about him." Ron said with a long sigh of relief.

"Well, you guys go to class, I have to tidy up the things he left me." Hermione pointed to the two extra stretch bags on her waist and said.

"Tsk, he's really nice to you." Ron complained, looking enviously at the three stretch bags on Hermione's waist.

"There are certain things you can't envy." Harry patted Ron and smiled, ignoring Hermione's blushing face behind him and dragged him out of the common room.

When Hermione was alone, her face turned pale again, because in her memory, Wes would not disappear so silently, there must be some reason she didn't know, and the answer, Maybe in the two stretch pockets at her waist.

...Azkaban...

"Do you think Voldemort will come to rescue us?" Weiss looked out the window boredly, casually asking Barty Crouch Jr. in the prison next door to him.

"Of course! The great Lord Voldemort will definitely come to rescue his loyal servant!" Although Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice was weak, his tone was unusually certain.

"You didn't complete the task." Weiss knocked on the cell door and shouted: "I want to drink water!"

"My task is to bring you, Mr. Kabrev, back to England safely..." Barty Crouch Jr. saw two dementors drifting past the door of his cell, and couldn't help shivering.

"Thanks!" Weiss said to the two fleeing dementors, whether they heard or not.

"Kabrev, I have to warn you, your mission has not been completed, and the master will punish you for me!" Barty Crouch Jr. smiled cruelly.

"Hehe, it's as if your master can get it in the past. I have to tell you that I saw many strange magical creatures inside, which I didn't have before." Weiss said calmly: "You know what it means? What are you wearing?"

"What does it mean?" Barty Crouch Jr. asked suspiciously.

"It means that the old man with the suitcase has already lived in it." Weiss gasped and said, "The old man Newt Scamander who has countless magical creatures to assist in the battle."

"The wizard who arrested the dark wizard Gellert Grindelwald?" Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice was dry and thankful.

"So, you are still alive, which is enough to be rewarded by your master." Weiss said with a grin.

　The "juicy eggplant man" recommendation made me so ashamed. .

　　I'm so busy.Difficult to code a chapter. 8300 words. .

　　What I see is a bit messy.well. . .

　　


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