Harry Potter: Martial Arts Professor at Hogwarts

Connor asked, "Barty Crouch Jr.? Is this Barty Crouch's son?"

"That's right! It's shameless!" Sirius had a joking expression on his face, "Old Barty Crouch thinks he has made great achievements."

"Hmm... It is comparable to the achievements of becoming the Minister of Magic, so I named the child after myself. Minister Fudge, you should have felt the ambition of old Barty Crouch, right?"

Because Fudge was too surprised, he didn't even pay attention to Sirius' fire behavior.

He stammered, "He should have died in Azkaban! Why did he appear here! Where's the Auror? Where's the Auror! Arrest him!"

However, Fudge did not wait for the Auror, but waited for another group of spectators who entered the box.

The Malfoy family walked into the box and greeted Kong Nuo first.

Then Lucius' expression changed, and he shouted in surprise, "This is Barty Crouch Jr.? Why is he here!"

As a former Death Eater, Lucius also confessed to many former companions, so he will inevitably become more suspicious.

Barty Crouch Jr. has been tried and even died in Azkaban.

If one Death Eater didn't die, could there be a second Death Eater?

He hastily touched his pocket, the Flying Sword Faithful Sword Formation given by Kong Nuo was still in his pocket, so he was a little relieved.

Lucius let out a long breath, "Minister Fudge, can you give me an explanation? After all, I subsidize the Ministry of Magic every year to make the magic world more stable."

"Since Barty Crouch Jr. is here, will there be a second Death Eater who has escaped the punishment of the law and is dormant somewhere, trying to find the mysterious man?"

Fudge rolled his eyes, and before he even had time to answer, another voice came from outside the box...

"I was almost late! There are too many people. After all, the England team has entered the final, and everyone is elated..."

A middle-aged man with sleek blond hair and a vigorous face rushed into the box.

The middle-aged man has a burly figure. If he holds his breath and does not show his beer belly that has just taken shape, he looks like an oversized boy.

He ran straight to Fudge, "There are a lot of people here! Everyone should be impatient!"

The middle-aged man who came in was Ludo Bagman, a former batsman for the Wimbledon Hornets.

After retiring, he joined the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic, and was promoted to the Director of the Department of Sports and Sports of the Ministry of Magic last year. He was also the live commentator of today's Quidditch final.

He waved his hand in front of Fudge, and asked with some doubts: "Minister Fudge, what's wrong with you?"

"Is it difficult to communicate with Bulgarian wizards? After the game is over, I will go to old Batty, he will be much better! He is the best at communicating with foreign wizards!"

"You really should get old Barty Crouch here!" Sirius folded the iridescent invisibility cloak, "He has to come and claim his son, see if his son crawls out of the coffin Already!"

"His son?" Bagman finally noticed the middle-aged wizard who was half-protected by Winky, "Is this Barty Crouch Jr.?"

"Great! You are not talking, I thought I was hallucinating!" Sirius said with a half-smile, "It seems that the audience who needs to wear an invisibility cloak is indeed Mr. Crouch."

Fudge, who had been down for a long time, finally came to his senses. Based on his political acumen over the years, his first thought was to distance himself from the relationship while continuing to reduce the influence of old Batty.

In the Ministry of Magic election that year, if the old Batty hadn't had the scandal that his son was a Death Eater, he might have taken over the position of Minister of Magic as a matter of course.

It can be said that in Fudge's mind, if Dumbledore ranks first on the list of potential dangers of the Minister of Magic, old Batty ranks second.

Although he thinks that his talents may not be so outstanding in dealing with other matters, he is on par with the previous ministers of the Ministry of Magic.

But when it comes to fighting political opponents, he has already learned many useful skills through the study of many thick black studies.

"Thanks to the book list recommended by Dolores, without the charging of those books, I would not be able to react so fast!" Fudge secretly delighted in his heart.

Now that Barty Jr. appeared in full view, he could no longer cover up the facts, so he could only try to turn it into a situation that was beneficial to him.

"Go get old Barty over here! Tell him! Come claim your baby!" he yelled at Bagman.

"But the game is about to start...I'm the commentator!" Bagman said, "Why don't we deal with it after the game is over?"

"Alright!" Fudge looked around, pointing at Percy with his thick fingers, "I remember you are old Batty's assistant, right? Go find old Batty!"

Percy nodded, before he had time to speak, he rushed out of the box.

Fudge let out a breath, and looked at Arthur again, "Arthur, take care of Barty Crouch Jr.! This is an extremely dangerous jailbreaker, you must treat it with caution, just like..."

For a moment, he didn't know how to describe the degree of danger.

"Just like I used to be." Sirius reminded jokingly, "It needs to use Aurors and Dementors, and still can't catch them."

"Uh..." Fudge's face turned red all of a sudden, and he could only bite the bullet and say, "Yes! Treat him like Sirius was wanted last year! Keep an eye on him!"

Bagman took a few rounds of deep breaths, adjusted his state, and then asked tentatively: "Minister, can we start?"

Fudge noticed the smiling Obalonsk next to him, and said angrily, "Let's get started! Ludo!"

Bagman nodded, walked to the front of the box, pulled out his wand and launched a magical firework into the sky.

Magical fireworks explode in the sky, forming a giant bee pattern.

This is a signal that the game is about to start, and a bright light hits Bagman.

"Newt Scamander: Since learning martial arts, I can be around the world again..." The advertisement in the distance disappeared instantly, showing the scores of the two teams.

England, 0: Bulgaria, 0.

"Sonorus!" Bagman pressed his wand against his neck, "Ladies! Gentlemen! Welcome! Welcome to the 422nd Quidditch World Cup Final!"

There was a burst of applause and shouts from the auditorium.

In order to respond to the enthusiasm of the audience, Bagman did not say any polite words, "Let's get into the theme right away! First up is the mascot of the Bulgarian team! Veela!"