From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Let’s talk about it, Lucius—Kakarov told me that the mysterious man would not let you know everyone’s names. I let him escape Azkaban as promised."

Crouch's face was filled with the winner's smile, and his voice was a bit proud.

"So, how many surprises can you give me?"

Lucius Malfoy’s face became uncertain—the fear of the Dark Lord was engraved in the bones of every Death Eater. They awed him and were afraid of him, even if he was ready to betray now, they were still fighting for him. Worried about what might happen in the future.

Moreover, he couldn't confess everything on the tray like Karkaroff did.

Even if Fudge is now willing to stand up for him, stand on his side, and even introduce him to Dumbledore and as the guarantor of the deal, but if he dares to admit that he has heard about who made the **** masking activity, Then he won't want any help from Fudge in his life.

Since you choose to betray the Dark Lord, you must find another to rely on here. Fudge is definitely not willing to be played as a fool—when I kindly invited you to come on stage to participate in the awards ceremony, you already knew that I was going to What kind of failure did you encounter?

What a joke, no matter how good Fudge is, no matter how stupid he is, there will be a gap in retrospect.

Therefore, betraying the guy who paraded tonight is the stupidest act.

He had to turn over the old accounts, and he could only turn over the old ones—he would rather admit that he was a Death Eater before than thinking about selling the guy who caused the trouble this time.

"Avery."

He said a name in a hoarse voice.

"He was found not guilty, Lucius."

Crouch's tone became stern. "You know, you run away like that."

"What if I can provide him with the exact evidence?"

"He personally killed a Muggle family thirteen years ago, and made a black magic prop with that child's eyes, and it is still in his living room now—"

William who was in the audience felt his sleeves tighten for a while, and Harry was firmly grasping his arm.

"Okay, we will search."

"McNeill."

"He is an employee of the Ministry of Magic and is still working for the Ministry."

"He is still supplying a large amount of illegal biological materials to the outside world, and he is the largest supplier of smuggled goods-as before, he has done a lot of experiments with Muggles in order to practice the drill spell."

"Good...very good, but it's not enough."

Crouch's eyes seemed to glow.

…

"These are all past Death Eaters information—you know what I need more!"

After jotting down dozens of names contentedly, Crouch finally remembered another theoretical collaborator.

He got what he wanted, but the trouble with Fudge, the Minister of Magic, had not been resolved.

Although the Death Eaters who have been re-extracted will not fall into the icing on the cake, the people are obviously more concerned about the masked man incident in front of them. If this matter is not well coordinated, Fudge will not be able to pass.

After receiving these news, he will definitely let go of the valuable little Malfoy and Malfoy who has already explained clearly, then—the question is coming, the masked man’s pot, who will do it?

"I will coordinate, Barty."

Fudge comforted Crouch in a cordial tone, saying that he can handle the matter completely-after all, Malfoy is the big benefactor behind him, and he doesn't want the two of them to appear anything that would destroy the harmony between the two, it is best that those that do not exist at all. Instead of requiring him to pretend not to exist.

After all, saying it and not saying it are two different things. After the Hogwarts school badge incident and the Death Eater being pursued, the restlessness tonight has no effect on him—he can even push the public opinion to the Death Eater. Use the Imperius Curse to provoke a riot.

Not to mention that Crouch won the prisoner, but as a minister, he was born with the most credit.

"Okay, Minister, although it's a bit presumptuous, I want to take charge of this task myself."

"Of course, Mr. Crouch, who else is better suited for this task than you?"

Fudge replied cheerfully.

So, Crouch left contentedly, and Lucius finally took a sigh of relief—just to get away, he sold the guy he knew who had nothing to escape from crime in one go.

If you don't do this kind of thing, you will be offended to death.

Selling half and half won't win, and the thanks to those who remain, will make them feel like they are up for sale, ready to sell the remaining people at a good price.

He is too familiar with those guys, and he must not be able to keep things from tonight. After getting the news from them, the guys who stay outside will do everything possible to kill him-the first time he betrayed, he betrayed the second time, who will Keep such a dangerous curse?

In order to prevent the remaining guy Chabusifan from thinking about the unknown danger, he decided to help them arrange everything.

‘It’s over a hundred, but there is no choice to look back. ’

Lucius sighed-the era of the Dark Lord was over after all, and now it is the era of Dumbledore.

Although he and Dumbledore had a political disagreement, but now he can only frown and accept his kindness, and the only two of his followers, Bangor and Crabbe, are betrayed by him with the Death Eaters who he knows. He urgently needs to be involved in one party's power.

"Crouch got what he wanted, Dumbledore, what do you want?"

Lucius stretched out his hand, with an expression of human beings like a knife and a fish—it's night, Dumbledore ran away without sleeping, definitely not just coming over to watch the excitement.

If he wants it, give it to him.

‘Big night, the headmaster was I picked it out from Hogwarts—what does he want? ’

William shook his head, and then began to lift the phantom curse on the three of them.

"A little bit of this, a little bit of that..."

Contrary to William's expectation, Dumbledore spoke unceremoniously.

"For example, Lucius, do you remember the diary from the year before last?"

'Journal? ’

William was stunned for a moment-yes, diary!

"Journal…"

Lucius hesitated, and finally decided to break the jar-it would be useless not to admit it, Dumbledore probably targeted him.

"Yes, diary, that's the diary I got..."

"Where did you get it, and who told you how to use it-what are you going to do with it?"

"I got it from the Dark Lord, UU read www.uukanshu.com and stuffed it into Ginny Weasley's book, looking forward to doing something with it to make you leave."

Lucius was quite calm, and since he couldn't deceive him, he took the matter.

Fudge was still in the audience. Hearing the idea of ​​Dumbledore leaving his job, he casually found an excuse to visit the affected child and got up to leave.

He has given enough support to his pocketbook, and it won't be good to stay any longer-Lucius dared to tell Dumbledore that he was going to leave his job, but he didn't dare.

Staying longer, I'm afraid Dumbledore will suspect that he instigated Malfoy to do this.

So he simply freed up the space for them to talk on their own-he will not be responsible for any shocking remarks.

"What is it?"

"I have no idea…"

Lucius shook his head decisively, "The Dark Lord only told me to take good care of it, and let me use the strictest magic and mechanism to guard it."