The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"We'll know if it's really him if we go and take a look." Howard stopped the wizards from talking and walked towards the man who had fainted on the ground.

Dumbledore and others followed closely behind. Although Barty Crouch Jr. had been tortured beyond recognition by years of life in Azkaban, they still recognized his identity.

If he was Barty Crouch Jr., then who was the man who died in the Shrieking Shack? Where was Barty Crouch Sr.?

Countless questions filled the wizards' minds, but the only person who could give them answers was still sleeping.

"Anyway, let's control him first." Howard said this while pinching his aching brow.

Although Howard had used the Marauder's Map more than once to check the true identities of outsiders entering Hogwarts after Harry's name was uttered in the Goblet of Fire,...

Who would have thought that Barty Crouch Jr. would enter the school under his father's identity?

Their names on the Marauder's Map are the same!!!

But no matter what, it was his fault for not discovering that there was such a dangerous person in Hogwarts.

Perhaps he should be thankful that both heroes came back alive?

Howard thought with a smile on his face.

"Madam Pomfrey perhaps you could provide some potion?"

"I think there is no need to do anything more." Madam Pomfrey looked at Sebastian with a complicated expression, then turned to the wizards and said, "His spine was broken."

"If I don't get proper treatment, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand up again in this lifetime."

How much force does it take to break someone's spine with one kick?

If they were the ones who got kicked...

There was a sudden gasp in the medical wing, and everyone's eyes fell on the gentle-looking Sebastian.

Then they saw the man who had just made them feel wary reached out to pinch the cat's ears, and was then scratched hard by the kitten on his shoulder.

Everyone:......

Sebastian, who looked a little funny with three obvious scratches on his face, asked nonchalantly under everyone's gaze: "Excuse me, is there anything wrong with you looking at me like this?"

He looked like he didn't care at all about Barty Crouch Jr.'s injury.

It was as if injuries of this degree to Barty Crouch Jr. were commonplace to him.

This unconscious display of coldness and indifference is frightening.

"Professor Michaelis, why did you suddenly appear here?" Dumbledore looked at Sebastian with his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

Dumbledore suddenly remembered that he had not seen this man near the venue since the game started.

Where has he gone?

Why would he become a professor at Hogwarts when he is just a butler of a Muggle family?

Was it really just a coincidence that he appeared so timely when Harry was in danger?

Or what plan does his master, that boy who is so wise that he is almost a demon, have?

"Ahh." Charles felt his nose itchy and couldn't help but sneeze. He raised his paw and rubbed his nose twice while thinking to himself.

Could it be that the allergy medicine has lost its effect?

"To find my cat." Sebastian said as he reached out to smooth the fur of the black cat on his shoulder. "The young master was angry with me, so I ran all the way here and just happened to run into him."

Everyone: That is to say... isn’t this explanation a bit too perfunctory?

Even if you tell us that you felt that something was wrong with old Barty Crouch and made preparations in advance, it would be a better reason than this!

Ciel: ...

Charles calmly stretched out his claws and gently patted the face of the demon who was shamelessly ruining his reputation with his soft paws. When he turned around with a puzzled look on his face, he opened his mouth and bit his tall nose.

Sebastian: ...

The devil was stunned for a moment, and then he used some skill to "pick" the black cat off his face and held it in his arms. Then he pointed to the deep tooth marks on his face and explained to Dumbledore and others with a smile: "You see, the young master has a bad temper."

Wizards: So, if that’s the case, why are you still looking at it with such a doting look on your face!!!

Just because his name is "Young Master" doesn't mean you can really treat him as Young Master, right?

"Well, so that's how it is." All that Dumbledore wanted to say was blocked by Sebastian's unexpected explanation. He coughed dryly and his eyes paused on the black cat for a moment.

"That's all thanks to this young master."

Come to think of it, the eyes of this black cat are exactly the same as the eyes of the boy this man once served.

There was a gleam in Dumbledore's eyes, but he didn't say anything more.

......

After asking Harry for his opinion, the group went to the principal's office with Harry.

At the same time, the team sent out to rescue people also sent back the news.

The news they brought back proved the truth of the "story" Harry told.

That's right, some officials of the British Ministry of Magic would rather believe that Harry was hallucinating because of the spell in the maze, rather than believe that the man who once brought endless darkness to the wizarding world had really returned.

"Mr. Potter, we hope you can tell us everything that happened tonight without hiding anything." Fudge was the first to speak. His expression was serious, and his small eyes were fixed on Harry. In fact, it was not just him. Except for a certain demon who was obsessed with petting a cat, everyone's attention was on Harry at this moment.

"Harry, don't be nervous," Dumbledore said soothingly, "Just tell us what you saw."

Harry stood in the middle of the office, swallowed his saliva under everyone's burning gaze, and slowly told them about his thrilling experience tonight.

"You mean, that man, the man who must not even be named, is dead?" Fudge pounced in front of Harry at a speed that did not match his short and fat body. The flesh on his face trembled, and his stubby fingers tightly pinched Harry's shoulders, almost pinching into Harry's flesh.

Harry frowned in pain, but Fudge continued to ask as if he hadn't noticed, "Are you sure? You saw it with your own eyes? Is he really dead?"

"Yes, yes..." Harry said hesitantly, "I saw with my own eyes that demon, the demon that walked down from the altar, strangled his neck."