Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

"How did you do on the test, kid?"

Dumbledore asked, his pen scratching across the parchment, looking very busy.

Anriel stretched and yawned:

"Professor Todifor seemed to be quite frightened by me... I didn't want to do it, but he insisted that I demonstrate my divination skills..."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, somewhat helplessly:

"You know what Professor Todifor went through during those years, right?"

"know."

Dumbledore did not respond, but stared at Anriel with a scrutinizing look over the two half-moon lenses.

"I was too sleepy last night, and then I forgot..."

(Of course it’s because I’m tired from the exam, don’t overthink it)

"This is what you use..."

Dumbledore stopped writing, looking helpless—he already knew what Anriel was going to say.

"The reason for the classic skull divination of the Grindelwald family, yes."

Anriel finished the second half of Dumbledore's sentence and shrugged helplessly:

"When you're really sleepy, you'll definitely use the one you're most familiar with..."

Dumbledore sighed softly, rolled up the parchment in his hand, added it to the tall pile, and then picked up another one:

"Well, that's it for now... Is there any trace of Mr. Crouch?"

Anriel shook his head after hearing this:

"No, but think on the bright side...what if he dies?"

The old man choked and became even more speechless.

"Is this a good thing?"

Anriel raised his head, smiled, and looked at the past principals:

"Is not it?"

The rustling sound of the pen tip stopped.

In silence, Dumbledore was thinking about what Anriel said...

Isn’t this a good thing?

Crouch had a problem, that much was clear.

Dumbledore let it go because he wanted to hook up the Death Eater behind the scenes who was still serving Voldemort.

What's more, given Dumbledore's personality, he doesn't want anyone to die, no matter who he is.

Even if it was Voldemort, Dumbledore would want to give him a chance, hoping that he would repent and change his mind.

As for Barty Crouch... Dumbledore knew him and was familiar with him.

The old man knew very well that, although everything Barty did was for himself, to satisfy his inflated desire for power and ambition, it was undeniable that when Crouch was in charge of Auror affairs at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, he did effectively stabilize the mess left over from the White Terror period, which had caused people to panic.

"I know what you're thinking."

Anriel suddenly spoke, interrupting Dumbledore's thoughts:

"You want to know who the Death Eater hiding in the school is... and although you already have a guess, you think that idea is too far-fetched."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then sighed:

"Yeah, he's like a completely different person..."

Dumbledore was stunned.

A new person...

Moody...Crouch...?

Something was odd—because the clues didn’t add up.

But Dumbledore knew that this was the problem.

"Tell me, child, what do you know?"

Dumbledore frowned, put down his quill, walked to the Pensieve, and used his wand to draw out wisps of silver thoughts from his mind to help him think.

......

Moody's been acting like a different person these days...

Crouch is missing...

There is a Death Eater in Hogwarts who is still working for Voldemort and preparing for his resurrection...

Moody himself would have no connection with the Death Eaters, but Crouch had an only son who was once a Death Eater...

But, that boy had died in Azkaban many years ago.

......

Dumbledore tried his best to piece together the truth of the matter using the information he had learned.

But after all, he is neither a prophet nor a god.

He didn't know that the person who died in Azkaban was actually Crouch's wife, the mother of little Crouch.

He also had no way of knowing that "Moody" seemed to have become a different person these days and it was only because he was upset that he revealed his true colors.

It was even more impossible for him to know that the "Moody" who had just caused problems had already been replaced at the beginning of the school year.

And Anriel knew all of this.

He only needed to tell Dumbledore the most crucial point above, and the old man could figure out 80% of the truth by himself.

So Anriel said:

"Sir, Crouch's son has been alive all this time."

......

Dumbledore was using the tip of his wand to stimulate the thoughts in the Pensieve. When he heard Anriel's words, his hands suddenly stopped moving and he was stunned for a long while.

"Crouch's son did not die in Azkaban..."

With a wave of the magic wand, the countless noisy and chaotic thoughts in the basin, which seemed like tangled threads, suddenly changed and became organized - clear and discernible.

Crouch kept his son alive.

Whatever the cost, now his son was back in Voldemort's service.

That "Alastor Moody" was not replaced by Crouch in recent days, but was replaced by Crouch a long time ago.

Crouch Jr.

It was highly likely that Alastor Moody had been replaced long before the start of the school year.

Fortunately, they chose to disguise themselves as Moody instead of making Moody disappear.

The disguise required Polyjuice Potion, and that required Moody to be alive - not healthy, strong, or even awake.

Crouch himself...

Oh, the Imperius Curse.

Everything is clear now.

"Let the impostor continue."

Anriel said.

Dumbledore cast a scrutinizing look at Anriel.

The old man saw that he was not joking.

"You still want to... use that method."

Dumbledore frowned. He was not worried, but he subconsciously felt that this might not be a good idea.

Anriel shook his head slightly:

"You know, no matter how powerful my magic is, I can't do anything to a half-dead thing that can't even be called a human being."

He paused and then said:

"But that's just my opinion. I have tried to prevent him from resurrecting according to your idea... I am telling you something with the facts..."

"what's up?"

Anriel exuded an aura that Dumbledore had only seen in those prophets in his long life.

他 说:

"Voldemort's resurrection is inevitable. I can't change it."

The two were speechless.

Can’t change…?