From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

When Calvin woke up again, he found himself lying on the sofa in Snape's office, with Snape looking at him with disgust.

"How long have I been unconscious, Snape?" Calvin wanted to try to see if he could sit up, but he didn't have any strength. He rubbed his fingers, but there wasn't even a spark.

"You'd better continue to lie there, Cappy." Snape said sadly. "You might as well tell me what you did last night. Your magic power and physical strength are basically exhausted."

"After a night of playing with a woman," Calvin pulled the back of the sofa with his hand, pulled himself up, and looked directly at Snape, "Do you have any magic potion that can help me quickly recover? I still have to Go see her, she should be waking up soon."

Snape crossed his arms and stared at him for a while, "With a woman? Why don't I believe it?"

"You're not really going to cause trouble for the Holy 28 Clan, are you?"

Calvin chuckled, "I do have this plan recently...but my plan may be different from what you think."

Snape dubiously took out a bottle of potion from his potion collection and put it in front of Calvin, "I hope I won't see your wanted poster next time I go to Diagon Alley."

"No, uh, Snape, your potion tastes really bad. Why don't you add some sugar?" Calvin drank Snape's potion in one gulp.

Snape's potion worked quickly, and it didn't take long for Calvin to regain his energy and prepare to leave the gloomy Potions Master's office.

"Cape!" Snape suddenly shouted to Calvin who was about to leave.

"What's the matter, prefect?" Calvin, who came back to life, turned around and asked with a smile.

"Those stubborn pure-bloods are not easy to mess with. Don't risk your own life." Snape said with a smile.

"Thank you for your concern, prefect. Oh, by the way, can I take away a bottle of that potion?"

……

Calvin didn't rest for long before returning to the room he had booked in the Leaky Cauldron. Bertha Jorkins was still lying quietly on the bed, not even changing her position.

Through the Thestral's glasses, Calvin could see that only the last bit of the large stain remained, and it was still disappearing.

Calvin used his wand to wake up the comatose witch. Bertha Jorkins, who had regained her consciousness, was wary. She immediately wanted to pull out her wand and point it at Calvin, but found that she had no strength at all.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous," Calvin poured Snape's potion into the milk tea, "Drink some, you will feel better."

Bertha, who reluctantly got up from the bed, did not take the milk tea, but looked around to see if there was any possibility of escape.

"Bertha Jorkins," Calvin raised his voice, "think about what has happened to you in the past two years. Trust me, I am not a danger to you."

"Who are you? Do you know me?" Bertha suddenly hugged her head tightly, and dusty memories flooded into her mind, "Damn it, how could it be... Merlin's beard, what's wrong with me?"

After a brief period of confusion, Bertha finally remembered everything. She struggled to stand up from the bed and walk out, but soon she fell back onto the bed.

At this time, Calvin handed the milk tea into her hand, "Drink it and you will feel better."

Bertha hesitated for a while, but finally chose to drink the milk tea.

Bertha, who had regained her strength, curled up on the bed, still looking at Calvin warily, her face darkened, and she said nothing.

"Okay," Calvin raised his eyebrows, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Calvin Cape, and I am a professor at Hogwarts."

The identity of the Hogwarts professor made Bertha gradually let go of her doubts, "Cape? I seem to have heard of you somewhere. Are you a professor? So young?"

"I think so, I am quite famous on the European continent." Calvin explained, "Now, do you remember what happened to you?"

Bertha nodded, "I have been in a daze for the past two years. I must have been laughed at."

"Being laughed at is no longer a big deal, Miss Jorkins," Calvin waved his hand, locked the doors and windows, and drew the curtains, which made Bertha feel a little scared, "You should be more worried about your life."

"What do you mean?" Bertha shrank back and pressed against the wall.

Calvin took out the portrait of Barty Crouch, "Do you need me to remind you? Three years ago, you went to Crouch's house, and since then, you have become the same as you were before.

After my judgment, you are under a very powerful forgetting spell, so I am very curious, what exactly did you see in Barty Crouch's house? "

"Barty Crouch, Barty..." Bertha covered her forehead with her hands and began to think back crazily, "Ah, I remembered, I saw Barty Crouch there!"

Calvin frowned. Her soul should have completely recovered. Why did she start talking nonsense again? He said with some displeasure: "Of course, Miss Jorkins, of course you can see it at Barty Crouch's house." Barty Crouch.”

"No, no, no," Bertha Jorkins shouted with some horror, "that's Barty Crouch, Jr. I see!"

Calvin thought he heard wrong for a moment, "What? Barty Crouch Jr., you read that right, isn't he dead?"

"I'm right," Bertha Jorkins' cheeks began to turn red. "It's Barty Crouch's Death Eater son, Barty Crouch Jr."

"That day I arrived at Barty Crouch's house and accidentally saw his house elf talking to a person wearing an invisibility cloak. Then I saw a corner of the invisibility cloak lifted up. That person was Barty Jr. ·Crouch.”

"After Barty Crouch came back, I asked him face to face why his son who was supposed to die in Azkaban showed up at home, and then he cast a powerful amnesia spell on me. Damn old thing."

After hearing what Bertha Jorkins said, Calvin had already guessed the general outline of the matter.

It must have been Barty Crouch's wife, Jane Crouch's plan.When Barty's son Barty Jr. was found to be a Death Eater and imprisoned, Jane, who was seriously ill, went to Azkaban to see Barty Jr. for the last time. The two died together not long after.

It seems that at that time, only two people fell out.The one who died in Azkaban should be Jane Crouch.

"Tsk, I didn't expect Barty Crouch to be so courageous." Calvin sighed, then stared at Bertha Jorkins, "Now you know how dangerous your situation is. You can guarantee that Barty ·Won’t Crouch kill people and silence them?”

Bertha Jorkins thought for a moment and then shook her head vigorously, "Whether I go back to work or hide, Barty Crouch will definitely find out over time."

Then she glanced at Calvin with a hint of resentment, "Cape, Mr. Cape, right? A large part of my current dangerous situation can be said to be your fault. Do you have any solution?"