I, Hogwarts Week Two

Chapter 324 The conspiracy discovered

"Father, I didn't." The boy who was tied to the chair regained his composure, and his actor-level acting skills immediately possessed him.

He screamed, "I didn't, I swear, Father, I was innocent, I just happened to be there, don't send me back to the Dementors."

"The accusation also states," Mr. Crouch shouted, with a cold expression, "Frank Longbottom refused to provide information, so you used the Cruciatus Curse on his wife. You conspired to make the mysterious man come back, and you wanted to restore the time when he was powerful. That kind of violent life. Now I ask the jury to judge the four of them."

"Mother," the boy shouted, and the thin witch next to Crouch sobbed and shook her body back and forth, "Mother, stop him, mother, I didn't do those things, it wasn't me!!!"

His mother cried harder and kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, but did not speak.

"I now ask the jury," Mr. Crouch shouted, "to raise your hands if you believe, as I do, that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban."

The wizards on the right side of the dungeon all raised their hands with cruel expressions of victory on their faces.

These eyes naturally fell on the eyes of the trio.

Suddenly Harry felt that the surroundings became a little cold.

No matter how long the lifespan of a wizard is, it will only be 300 years. If Voldemort finds another opportunity to poison Dumbledore or something.

For no apparent reason, a fire suddenly rose in Harry's heart.

Wait - what happened to him.

It is not difficult to pretend to be a person in the wizarding world. Owen also wears a female trumpet all day long to fool people around.

He leaned on the cabinet next to the pensieve, staring at the water in the basin that was glowing with light.

Hearing the sound, Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully.

He can wait until his biggest rival dies before making trouble.

"Sometimes I feel like I have become a different person, and some strange thoughts always pop up in my head for no reason."

"Professor-" Harry raised his head and looked directly at Dumbledore.

When he came to his senses again, he was already in the principal's office.

There was no trace of reproach in Dumbledore's voice.

What - to be a glorious waiting party

The general meaning is that Voldemort has achieved immortality and Dumbledore is over 100 years old.

"No -" Harry's heart palpitated, but he came back to his senses in just a moment.

He wanted a spell to kill all these guys around him.

Or two Barty Crouchs.

Even in the Muggle world, there are many examples of students going astray, let alone the wizarding world.

Then pour the silver liquid inside into the Pensieve.

"I don't know if he is innocent." Hermione shook her head. Inexplicably, she felt that if Owen was here, he must know the truth of the matter.

"He gave an order to someone to arrest someone."

And Polyjuice Potion can only maintain its shape for an hour.As long as you have more patience, anyone can easily judge it.

Unless someone has a steady supply.

The Ministry of Magic has a whole range of solutions to such problems.

"Oh! It's okay." Dumbledore had returned at this time.

They just fell down.

His expression was a little hesitant, as if he had something to hide.

"Curiosity is what keeps wizards going. That's nothing."

But to no avail, he was mercilessly dragged down by the dementors.

"Me?" Harry was still hesitating, not sure if he was conquered by Barty Crouch Jr.'s acting skills just now.

Then, the three of them rolled out of the water like a somersault.

Pensieve, cabinet, Sword of Gryffindor and...

"Ok?"

Bellatrix raised her head and shouted to Crouch, "Ha! One day the dark magic will come back. By then, he will know our loyalty, and you will all die!"

"If someone wants to pretend to be Crouch, it must be the person closest to him. The disguise is long-term. That person must at least know Crouch very well. I think we can start the investigation from his subordinates or friends around him." Miss Granger said that she had experience in disguise after all, and drinking the Polyjuice Potion would not make everything okay.

"No, no." Harry shook his head, "I just-"

The disguise without acting skills will be exposed in minutes, especially the Aurors.

"He got twelve OWLs?" Hermione, who was very sensitive to academic performance, immediately said.His eyes looked at the figure in the pensieve in disbelief.

"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."

"Consume it with me?"

Under the gaze of three people, he took out a glass bottle from his arms.

That was obviously Percy's memory.

"I don't think he is," Ron said loudly. "Even if he didn't torture Neville's parents, he must have done other bad things. Death Eaters all do that, so his punishment is very reasonable."

"We didn't mean it." Hermione was the first to explain.As a well-known and good student at Hogwarts, she didn't want to destroy her perfect image in the heart of the professor, although that image was already broken.

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

Maybe because he is the Dark Lord, maybe because this is the heir's 'immunity'?

It seems that Dean Brigid is right, ancient magic is indeed innate.

"Do you suspect it's Barty Crouch Jr.?" Hermione continued, "But isn't he already dead?"

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

"Oh my God!" Ron exclaimed, "Barty Crouch is fake now. Where is he really? What do they want to do?"

Ravenclaw's diadem, Slytherin's locket, and that notebook.

He understood something immediately.

The audience laughed, and some stood up.

may!

The moment he was taken out of the trial court, the surrounding scenery became blurry.

"Are you full? Do you need a sandwich?" After a while, Dumbledore suddenly said, "It won't be noon for another hour."

"What do you think?" Dumbledore looked at them.

After a while, he slowly said, "I only have a guess, just a guess. It is not completely certain. I think that when Voldemort is close to you, or when he has a particularly strong desire for revenge, When the time comes, your scar will hurt because that failed spell connected you to him."

Suddenly, it was like a shooting star passing through the dark night.

"Well - there are still some differences." Dumbledore blinked, "Barty Crouch Jr. can get twelve OWLs because he is capable enough to get twelve. Owen - yes Because there are only twelve OWL exams.”

And he got news about another Horcrux.

The Illusion Charm can do it.

"What about you?" He looked at Hermione again.

Now he was worried about telling Harry the truth.

"What's going on?" Ron's eyes widened, "Percy has passed out?"

He suddenly remembered what Owen said many years ago.

"It's a problem-solving idea."

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

"Yes, Professor, I must get all twelve ordinary wizard level examination certificates. My father requires me to do it, so I want to apply for a time turner..." There was pride on his face, and his tone made the three People immediately think of Malfoy.

"That's right." Dumbledore turned to look at Ron, a suspicious light flashed behind his semicircular glasses, "What else does he want?"

"Oh?" Dumbledore said calmly, "Did you see or hear anything?"

"No mother, no it wasn't me, it wasn't me, I didn't know, don't send me there, stop him." Barty Crouch Jr. began to scream, echoing in the courtroom.

"What do you think he wants?" Harry frowned and said, "Last year, Owen told me that Voldemort had received help from the evil alien god, and he had already recovered his body. What else does he want? What else? Is he afraid of it?"

"I am your son," he shouted to Crouch. "Your son!"

He immediately came to a conclusion in his mind.

"Wow! Another Owen!" Harry exclaimed.

This is just Dumbley's memory, his memory!

Harry admonished himself, then turned to look at Dumbledore as time passed.

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

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

"Professor!" The trio stood up quickly.

In addition, he also heard about something called the Metamorphomagus, which can also easily disguise itself as other people.

"You are not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes suddenly protruding outwards, his expression ferocious.

The Elder Wand stirred, and gradually the water surface reflected the attack that had just occurred.

Little Barty was still struggling.

"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..."

"." Harry shut his mouth!

"Yes, Professor." Harry said, "My scar hurts again, and I dreamed about Voldemort again. He seemed to be in a high tower, with his servants."

The thin witch gasped and collapsed on the stool.

Then the trio's eyes suddenly rose, and a squeezing feeling from the water filled their cheeks.

Tell him that you must be killed by Voldemort.

She looked at Ron.

"Yes, yes, that's right."

<divclass="contentadv">Dumbledore frowned slightly and used the tip of his staff to pound the thoughts in the basin.

This made Dumbledore hesitate several times. He could no longer let another student lose his life in order to redeem a past mistake. He had been thinking about whether there was a way to have the best of both worlds, one that could protect Harry's soul but also A way to let Voldemort kill that part of his soul.

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

"Take them away," he roared at the Dementors, spittle flying everywhere. "Take them away and let them rot there."

"I think not," Dumbledore said calmly.

"What's wrong, Harry, do you have something to tell me?"

What matters now is the alien god hidden in the dark side of the world.

Well - it seems that the world of academic masters is the same as theirs, divided into three levels!

Hearing the sound, Hermione felt an inexplicable sense of pride in her heart, but soon that pride turned into loneliness.

For the first time, he focused on Barty Crouch Jr. and shouted, "I don't have a son."

Everyone's eyes were like noisy words, constantly slandering him.

As they destroyed more and more Horcruxes.

"Yes, why?" Dumbledore took over, "This is the key to the matter. It is obvious that this is a conspiracy."

It can be said that Dumbledore no longer paid much attention to Voldemort.

"But - what else does he want?" Ron interjected, "He is so strong. The Daily Prophet said he is the most powerful dark wizard in history. He has killed death, isn't it? ?"

In third grade, Dumbledore confirmed that Harry's scar contained Voldemort's soul.

He tightened his clothes tightly, and those eyes that were either cruel, excited, or gloating made him very disgusted, or in other words - fearful.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "He is a very smart boy and very polite. He has perfect scores in all courses and is the best graduate of Hogwarts after Tom. I originally thought he would work at the Ministry of Magic and inherit his father's legacy..."

"Oh!" Dumbledore suddenly looked at him curiously, his light blue eyes sparkling.

The old principal did not raise his hand.He was one of the few wizards who didn't raise his hand.

The old headmaster's eyes fell on Harry's face, or to be precise, his forehead, the scar.

"Someone is pretending to be the Minister of Magic?" Harry also reacted, "Is this possible?"

Of course, this is not important. What is important is that for some reason, two Umbridges appeared in his memory.

After all, during the war years, some people had come up with this trick, pretending to be other people and doing shameful things. Even if they were discovered, they could still blame others.

Barty Crouch Jr. struggled to escape the Dementors, even as their icy suction began to have an effect on him.

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

His grades were pretty good, but the twelve OWL courses were still too difficult. First of all, Snape would never give him an excellent grade in Potions.

She passed out, and Crouch didn't seem to notice.

And Hermione's Polyjuice Potion can do even better.

It was normal for the young wizard not to know about Polyjuice Potion, but the Aurors knew it very well.

That is to say, that guy Owen can release black magic as easily as eating and drinking without being affected by it at all.

Harry spoke slowly. Dumbledore's face didn't show much movement. He just listened quietly.

"Ahem - you are many years older than Voldemort." Harry rubbed his head and said tactfully, feeling a little embarrassed.

The three people gave different answers, but Dumbledore did not express his opinion.

"I just feel like they will come back, and I don't know why." His green eyes were full of confusion, as if a layer of light smoke obscured his sight, "Professor, I. Why can I See these.”

Everything became familiar.

"No -" Dumbledore smiled slightly, "You don't know him. Tom is not the kind of patient person. Whatever he wants, he has to get it immediately. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done it during the first Wizarding War. It’s going to fail so quickly, isn’t it?”

"I think Death Eaters will definitely come to Hogwarts again," he said.

"It's possible," said Dumbledore. "It's possible, Harry, that he may be carrying out his evil plans somewhere around the corner."

"Then Professor." Harry suddenly hesitated, "I just read the memory of the trial. He is different from the other three Death Eaters. Could it be that he really just appeared in that place by chance... (Lombard De's family refers to the Death Eaters' torture of Neville's parents.)"

But it's actually very difficult.

The dementor walked in slowly again, and the boy's three companions stood up from their chairs in silence.

He just watched calmly from beginning to end without saying anything.

Black magic can really subtly change a person's personality.

So far, he hasn't come up with any good ideas. Maybe that kid Owen will have some ideas, but——

"Well - what is certain is that the person we are seeing now is real." Dumbledore said flatly, his semicircular eyes flashing with insightful eyes.

Immediately, Ron immediately said, "Yes, many people have seen his body. And magic has a professional coroner. It is impossible for him to fake death through some drugs and then sneak out."

Suddenly Harry rolled his eyes and said, "Professor, Voldemort doesn't want to waste time with you!"

"This scar connects me to Voldemort?" Harry was startled.

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

There was a silence in the office, and silver memories were tumbling like ribbons in the dark water.

He looked at Hermione aside.

"Why are there two Ministers of Magic?" Hermione also looked confused. She didn't see anyone in the woods just now.

Yes—what else could Tom have to worry about?

There are probably only two things in this world that he wants most right now. One is the magic of love in Harry, and the other should be ancient magic.

Suddenly Dumbledore looked at Hermione again.

The corners of his mouth rose involuntarily, and he finally understood why the Goblet of Fire spit out Miss Granger's name.