Harry Potter and the Secret Treasure

There was darkness behind the iron gate, the two of them could not go any further, and Dumbledore's memory did not extend there.

It's a pity, Ivan still wants to see the scene when Sirius was escorted to Azkaban.

"I found it, you are here!" Sirius' voice suddenly sounded behind the two, "Good morning, Ivan! Good morning, Harry!"

"Sirius!"

Ivan turned his head and saw Sirius standing there, smiling at himself and Harry.

"Ah, that's what it was like at the trial!" said Sirius, just in time to see Barty Jr. being dragged away, "Poor Barty Crouch Jr., I think he must have been heartbroken! He probably thought that his father would let him go, but in fact he didn't, and his identity speeded up the trial of this case..."

"You were here too?" Ivan asked.

"Yeah, I'm right behind this door, waiting for the trial!" Sirius said disdainfully, "Nothing happened, they probably thought I was too dangerous, so Crouch came directly to announce the result. But this There is no difference, no one can help me in the situation at that time."

"What's going on behind the scenes, can we take a look?" Ivan said expectantly, "How did you get sent to Azkaban?"

"Well, when the four of them are escorted back to the holding room, we will be taken to that damned place together by the dementors." Sirius said simply, as if unwilling to talk more, he came over and gently held Ivan and Harry's elbow, "Come on, there's nothing to see behind!"

The two of them rose slowly into the air, and the dungeon dissipated, leaving only darkness in a blink of an eye.

Then, in what appears to be a slow-motion somersault, their feet land suddenly on the ground, surrounded by blinding light.

Ivan returned to Dumbledore's sunny office, and the Pensieve gleamed in the cabinet in front of him.

Except for the three of them, the office was still empty, and Dumbledore, Moody and Fudge had not returned.

"Sirius, why are you here?" Harry asked hastily.

"How can I be indifferent to such a big thing that happened at Hogwarts." Sirius said, "I came here with Jerufus Skrein and Kingsley Shacklebolt. After what happened, Fudge decided he needed a little protection! The two of them followed to the Forbidden Forest, and I came to find you."

"Have you found anything in the Forbidden Forest? Have you found Mr. Crouch?" Harry pursued.

"Nothing, Crouch disappeared without a trace. In my opinion, Fudge doesn't quite believe what Dumbledore said." Sirius said, "But those fight marks cannot be faked, and I don't believe them." I believe what you say is true. So, the actual situation is very bad, and Hogwarts has some very dangerous people mixed in."

"Do you think……"

"Harry, this is not the time to discuss these things. You have to understand that under the circumstances you are not supposed to leave the castle at night, it's dangerous!" Sirius interrupted him, saying in a stern tone, "No matter hiding Who are the people in the dark, they are obviously trying to prevent Crouch from going to see Dumbledore. In the dark, you may be only a few steps away from them, and you may die at any time."

"But……"

"You have to promise me that before the Tournament is over, you don't go to places where there are few people after school, and don't even leave Gryffindor Tower!"

Hearing his words, Harry was a little angry, how could he stay in the bedroom honestly.

He also wanted to find out the person who attacked Crouch and discover the conspiracy hidden in it.Think about it, Sirius himself did so many ridiculous things in school, but now he came over to tell them how to behave, and asked them to obey the rules and stay in the common room obediently.

This was ridiculous, but before Harry could say anything, Sirius continued.

"Given the current situation, I am going to come to Hogwarts to protect you!"

"What, you want to come to Hogwarts?!" Harry was stunned for a moment!

"Sirius, you should know..." Ivan also said in surprise.

"Don't worry, I'm sneaking in secretly, and no one will find out." Sirius said indifferently, signaling the two of them to rest assured, "According to the schedule, after leaving Hogwarts, I will leave for Albania immediately to deal with those The vampire thing. That's what I told the Ministry, and everyone thought I was gone, but I stayed at Hogwarts."

"You will be found!" Ivan reminded him.

Barty Crouch Jr. was more difficult than expected, and Ivan didn't want the whole plan to fail because of Sirius.

He just needed to be there for the second game starting the following week, there was no need to sneak into Hogwarts at all.

"No!" Sirius said, "except for you guys, no one knows that I can transform into an Animagus, let alone my Animagus form. That's a wild dog. I stay at Hogwarts to help the next operation, while investigating the man, I can also protect you. By the way, I need a title. If any of you talk about me, Just call me 'cold', okay?"

He seemed in high spirits, as Sirius always was when it came to taking risks.

What a headache, he just told Harry to be honest, and he did the opposite.

Next, they kept talking about it.

After another 5 minutes or so, a whole bunch of people came in and they were arguing.

It was mainly Moody and Jrufus Skrein who were arguing, and they disagreed about where Crouch had gone since he left.

Skrein thinks Crouch may not have left the Forbidden Forest, but Moody insists he has!

Unlike the quarreling Aurors, Fudge had an entirely different attitude.

He seemed unwilling to associate Crouch's disappearance with Voldemort, and seemed more willing to believe that Mrs. Maxime attacked Crouch. It was indeed very close to Beauxbaton's carriage, and she had giant blood...

In short, Fudge finally decided not to publicize the matter for the time being, and announced to the outside that Crouch was on vacation due to illness.

The Aurors will investigate the matter secretly, and Fudge replaces Crouch as the judge of the Triwizard Tournament.

Fudge left sullenly, hoping that Crouch would suddenly come out safe and sound.

Ideally, he'd be insane, a nervous breakdown caused by chronic work stress, rather than dead or missing.

Ivan saw Sirius waved to him and Harry, and left with Fudge.

In the eyes of others, he will set off for Albania, but in reality he will go straight back to Hogwarts after a circle.

Chapter 682 Dumbledore's Remorse

Now, only Dumbledore, Ivan and Harry are left in the room.

Harry looked a little reserved, Dumbledore looked tired, and dealing with Fudge didn't seem to be that easy.

Ivan knew very well that although Dumbledore could ignore the opinions of the Ministry of Magic, he would not do so unless it was absolutely necessary.

Because doing so would undoubtedly make everything worse, he would get as much support as possible from Fudge and the Ministry.

But it's really hard, and Fudge is becoming more and more difficult to satisfy and compromise...

The first thing he needs to consider is his status and power, and then everything else.

"Do you two have something to tell me?!" said Dumbledore, turning to look at Ivan and Harry, "but I suggest that before that, it's better to have something to eat, I want you to come over You must have not eaten breakfast!"

He waved his wand, and milk and sandwiches appeared on the table.

Dumbledore sat down on the chair behind the table and motioned for Ivan and Harry to sit opposite him.

As they ate, his eyes shifted to the open cupboard door, as if he had already guessed what was going on.

"Professor!" Harry explained in a panic, swallowing the food in his mouth forcefully, "When we came in, the cabinet door was open..."

"So we accidentally saw the Pensieve inside!" Ivan added, "And your memory!"

"I can understand that I was using it when Fudge arrived. I put it away in a hurry, presumably I didn't close the cabinet door tightly, and it will naturally attract your attention." Dumbledore said calmly, from the half-moon shape Staring at the two people from the top of the lens, "Curiosity is not a sin, but I have to say one more thing, we should be careful when we are curious. Especially you, Ivan, don't come into too much contact with things you don't understand ,real……"

"I see!" Ivan nodded, what was Dumbledore referring to? !

Is it the dangerous black magic, or the demons in the basement, or the terrible evil god? !

"Very good!" Dumbledore smiled again.

He went to open the cabinet door, brought the Pensieve, and placed it on the table in front of them.

The things in the basin turned back to a silver-white state, swirling and rippling before their eyes.

"I think you should know, this pensieve!" said Dumbledore, sitting down again, "sometimes I feel that there are too many thoughts and memories in my head, and I need to use it to help sort out. Get in the basin and take a good look at it when you have time. You know, it's easier to see their shape and connection to each other in this state."

With Alvin and Harry watching, he inserted the tip of his wand into his silver hair, near his temple.

When he pulled out his wand, there seemed to be some strands of hair stuck to the tip of the wand, a small wisp of silver-white substance like the one in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new thought to the basin, holding the Pensieve in his long hands and turning it.

Like a gold digger turning a sand table, gradually, Snape's face appeared in the stone basin.

Snape opened his mouth and spoke to the ceiling, with a slight echo.

"He's back, and so is Karkaroff's, more visible and clear than ever before..."

"He did come back, and I don't need help to discover the connection!" Dumbledore exclaimed. "It's so obvious, I thought he would keep a low profile."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and shook the thoughts in the basin with the tip of his stick.

Immediately a human figure rose from the basin, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, with pale skin and freckles.

He was a younger Barty Crouch Jr., with his legs still standing in the tub.

When he spoke, it echoed like Snape's, as if it came from the depths of the stone basin.

"Yes, professor, I must obtain all twelve general wizarding level examination certificates. My father requires me to do so, so I want to apply for a time-turner..." His face was full of pride, and his tone made Ai Vin thought of Malfoy.

"This is Mr. Crouch's son?!" whispered Harry, looking at the boy.

"Yes!" Dumbledore shook the thoughts in the basin again, little Barty sank, and the basin turned opaque silver white again, "That's the Barty Crow Jr. from my student days in my memory. Qi, a very smart child, is also very polite. Believe me, there are not many students who can research new spells at this age, and old Batty has high expectations for him."

"He developed his own spell at the age of 14?" Ivan asked.

"A very interesting little piece of magic!" said Dumbledore. "He has perfect marks in all his subjects, and he is the best graduate of Hogwarts since Tom Riddle. I thought he would arrive Those who work in the Ministry of Magic, the son inherits the father's career..."

"Professor, I just read the memory of that trial, he is different from the other three Death Eaters!" Harry said hesitantly, "He might really just appear in that place by chance..."

"Nothing is accidental, Harry!" Dumbledore closed his eyes and said in a tone of self-reproach, "I only found out later that probably not long after this conversation, he joined Voldemort's team, Became the youngest Death Eater around and got noticed pretty quickly. I should have noticed and stopped this from happening!"

The silver light in the Pensieve illuminated Dumbledore's face, and he looked so old.

Ivan seems to have just realized this. The greatest wizard in the world is like a real old man at this moment.

"I sometimes think that there is a big problem with our educational philosophy." Dumbledore said slowly, "Only teaching students magic, but not the principles of life, has led to the emergence of so many dark wizards. Especially For the students of Slytherin House, they are all excellent, but this also means that they are more tempted and must be carefully guided..."

Dumbledore was different from other professors in that he cared about what the students were thinking, and he always did.

Especially for those very talented wizards, he hopes to lead them to the right path, and he thinks it is his responsibility.

It's a nice idea, although the results aren't always perfect.

Voldemort is the most obvious example. He almost grew up under Dumbledore's watchful eye and grew into the most evil Dark Lord.

In the field of magic, the more you know, the greater your ambition; the stronger you become, the more temptation you will receive.

Sometimes, what seems to be the right approach often backfires.

Chapter 683 Guess

There was a moment of silence in the office, and the silver memory vortex slowly rotated in the Pensieve.

"Are you full? Do you want another sandwich?" After a long time, Dumbledore opened his eyes and said gently, "Okay, it's time to talk about the two of you. Harry, what do you want to tell me?"

"That's right, Professor!" Harry said hastily, a little hesitantly, "I had a dream last night, I dreamed of Voldemort, he was with that vampire called Keresis, and that fiend statue. "

He narrated the terrible dream, expecting some response, but Dumbledore just looked at him.

There was no particular surprise or surprise, as if everything was expected.

"Finally, my scar started to hurt, so badly, it woke me up!" said Harry. "That's all!"

"Oh!" said Dumbledore calmly. "Well, then, has your scar hurt this year? Except the one that woke you up during the summer vacation?"

"No, I... how do you know it woke me up in pain during the summer vacation?" Harry asked in surprise, and glanced at Ivan.

"Sirius told me that we are connected!" said Dumbledore curtly, looking at Harry.

"Professor, do you know why my scar hurts?" Harry asked uneasily.

Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully for a while, and then said slowly, "I only have a guess at the moment, just a guess, and I can't be completely sure. I think that when Voldemort approaches you, or when he produces a Your scar hurts when there is a particularly strong desire for vengeance, because that unsuccessful spell bound you to him."

"This scar connects me to Voldemort?!" Harry was taken aback.

"You should know that this is no ordinary scar!" said Dumbledore.

He wasn't sure yet that Harry's scar contained Voldemort's soul, but it was pretty close!

Otherwise, he would not agree with Ivan's plan, but would directly capture Barty Crouch Jr.

After so many things happened, especially after Keressis's revealing visit to Snape's office, it was difficult not to know that there was something wrong with Moody, so he agreed to let Sirius infiltrate into Hoag Watts.

Now, the key question is how to tell Harry, or let Harry accept the fact that he must be killed by Voldemort.

"Professor, do you think that dream is real?" Harry continued to ask.

"It is possible!" said Dumbledore. "Very likely, Harry, have you seen Voldemort?"

"No!" said Harry slowly. "Just the back of his chair, but... you can't see much at all, can you? He doesn't have a body, does he? Well, how can he hold a wand?" ?”

"Yes." Dumbledore murmured, "How is that possible!"

No one spoke for a while, and Dumbledore stared ahead, seemingly thinking.

Then he woke up suddenly.