94 hp Diagon Alley

Staring at George's flushed face, he said, "I love you too, George."

The truth is scarier than a made up story

After Christmas, Gwen quickly picked up the few big things that had been left behind.She felt that she had nothing to do, except to prepare for the OWLs exam, negotiate with the twins to get back the gambling money from Bagman, the strange Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, and a date with George.

"It takes too much time to fall in love." Gwen wailed, lying on the bed in the dormitory at ten o'clock.

Katie rolled her eyes when she heard the words: "Before you fell in love, you also hang out with them every day-it doesn't make any difference to you in terms of time."

Gwen turned over and continued to wail: "That means falling in love takes too much energy!"

"When you work after graduation, you will have no energy to fall in love." Katie showed a look of resentment, "I haven't received a letter from Oliver since the Christmas ball. Their team has started to strengthen training."

"I bet Wood is enjoying it," Gwen said listlessly, before falling asleep within half a minute.

The next day, George found Gwen with an envelope between his long thin fingers.

"Dad wrote back."

Gwen immediately decided to set the content of today's date as: analyzing and deducing the relationship between the drug thief and Crouch.

"Genius, this way I can get twice the result with half the effort today." She secretly gave herself a thumbs up.Then read the letter together in the corner of the common room with George.

"Dear George,

I'm surprised you wrote to me alone.Your mother thought something was wrong when she saw the owl.

Regarding your question about Mr. Crouch, I wonder why you are so curious, because Mr. Crouch just happened to have not come to work for a week, and he suddenly disappeared.Percy says he's sick, and keeps owling work instructions, but you know, Percy won't give any more information - top secret.

I personally think Mr. Crouch's disappearance is very suspicious, almost more so than Bertha Jorkins' disappearance.Because Crouch is a hard-boned, workaholic, he is strict and self-disciplined, and his style is ruthless.When he was Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement more than ten years ago, he adopted some very radical political views.When fighting the Death Eaters, he even relaxed the policy, allowing Aurors to use black magic in their pursuit.This approach - which I personally don't agree with - works.He would have been a strong candidate to be the next Minister for Magic until something happened to his son. "

After writing this, Mr. Weasley's handwriting suddenly became small and scribbled, as if after hesitating, he made a great determination to reveal some inside information.

"Your mother certainly doesn't want me to tell you about the Death Eaters, but I believe that if I don't write honestly in the reply letter, you and your brother will make a big mess just to satisfy your curiosity. Well, Crouch's son, Barty Crouch Jr., was a Death Eater. But Crouch Sr. hated evil, or maybe to avoid suspicion, he ended up sending his son to Azkaban himself. As far as I know, little Crouch was tortured by dementors a few years ago and became seriously ill and died in his cell. However, this incident still affected Mr. Crouch's career in the Ministry of Magic, and he was transferred to the International Cooperation Division.

George, I don't know what you're asking for.I'm not sure if my warning worked for you, but for your mother's sake, don't make her worry about you.

Your worry-ridden bald dad. "

When Gwen finished reading the letter word by word, George asked her what she thought.Gwen touched George's hand: "A father's love is like a mountain."

"Who are you talking about?" George raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, "Crouch?"

"Of course not," Gwen said, shaking his hand away. "It's Mr. Weasley and you. Look at the letter, it says 'hope you're out of trouble' at least three times."

George shrugged exaggeratedly, "You really should read Mrs. Weasley's letter, remove the 'keep out of trouble', the letter may only be left with the words 'Dear Fred and George'."

"Maybe there are younger brothers and sisters who take care of you?"

"We haven't been expected to take care of Ginny since she was in her second year."

"Okay." Gwen picked up the letter again, "Now we know that old Mr. Crouch is not a bad person, and he shouldn't have any malice towards Harry."

"But his son is a Death Eater." George underlined the sentence with a red ink quill.

"His bones have been buried on the island of Azkaban." Gwen said indifferently.

"Then you think it's Old Crouch who Winky can't say?" George vaguely felt that something was wrong, "First of all, when Snape was stolen the potion for the first time, Old Crouch should still be working normally in the Ministry. Secondly, He didn't need to sneak into Hogwarts to steal the Potions professor's materials. Finally, he's missing now."

Although Gwen also believed that Mr. Crouch had no reason to do so, "but all the clues point to him now." Gwen turned the letter paper to the back and wrote her own analysis to George one by one.

"First, my gut tells me Professor Moody is dangerous."

George pursed his lips, as if he felt that this prerequisite was outrageous, but he refrained from saying it.

"Secondly, Dobby saw Moody come out of Professor Snape's private storage room late at night, and in the absence of Professor Snape."

"Third, Winky also saw a wizard who stole the potion, but because of his loyalty to his master, he couldn't tell me the prisoner's name and the situation at the scene."

George took the letter paper, looked at it for a moment, and wrote a few lines in red ink: "Then there are a few questions. Is the prisoner that Dobby and Winky saw the same? If so, is Professor Moody real or fake?" of?"

Gwen retorted subconsciously: "At Hogwarts? Pretending to be a professor?"

George dismissed it: "Polyjuice Potion, or Body Transfiguration—the basic skills of Aurors. And Mad-Eye is a weird guy..."

"So can an elf recognize its owner through someone else's appearance?"

Weasley and Ollivander, being a wizarding family that had never had a house-elf, dared not comment on this.George racked his brains for a long time: "If it takes care of and serves a wizard every day, it may be able to find out. For example, I will pretend to be Malfoy now..."

"Don't worry, George, I'll recognize you in a second—you're better than him." Gwen said immediately, raising her hand. "Or elves have special magic, don't they sign a contract with wizards?"

Then Gwen thought about it carefully, and wrote down a few supplementary information along the way.

"Fourth, Mad-Eye Moody reported being assaulted on the first day of school."

"Fifth, Miss Ollivander doesn't think his wand fits him well enough."

George looked at the last line and laughed, "You actually accused our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor of using a wand badly!"

Gwen is very sure: "This is my instinct as Ollivander's heir, an instinct engraved in my blood. I even think this is more trustworthy than the first point—my intuition."

"Okay, okay." George flicked the parchment with his fingers, "then the story can be written like this - Voldemort's heartfelt subordinate, Barty Crouch, the Death Eater, has been undercover in the Ministry of Magic for many years, even at the expense of His own son, who just hibernated and waited for this day, killed Harry Potter in the Triwizard Tournament. His method was to attack Moody, the professor who was about to take office at Hogwarts, in advance, and took away his wand , and then entered the school instead of him. First fooled the Goblet of Fire, and then stole Snape's potion several times, preparing to poison Harry. His only flaw was that he didn't realize that his former house-elf was in the castle, and I happened to see the whole process of him stealing the medicine."

George put down the parchment and sighed, "Gwen, I think Crouch has every opportunity to directly manipulate the game. There is no point in pretending to be Moody."

Gwen also frowned tightly, "The second half of this story is quite decent. But why is it so awkward to connect the front and back?" After that, she folded the letter paper and carefully put it away in the long-distance running, not intending to let anyone see it. "Anyway, George, thank you for taking the time to discuss it with me and not thinking I'm a cranky lunatic."

George rubbed Gwen's shoulder reassuringly, "Of course, dear. In my opinion, no idea is unrealistic. And the experience of previous years tells me that you are usually right."

"So what's Fred been doing lately?" Gwen was going to spend the last moments before curfew enjoying the two of them.

"He's busy dating Angelina." George poured a cup of tea for Gwen, "I probably stimulated him."

After a week or so, Gwen and George thought that with their two clever little brains, they could no longer dig out any effective clues, so they decided it was time to pack up and leave it to Professor Snape to solve it himself.

"We should have done this a long time ago." On Thursday night, George said to Gwen, who had just come out of the library. .”

"Merlin, knock me on the head, is George Weasley worrying about my OWLs exam?" Gwen was amused.

"Ma'am, if you end up missing any certificates, I'll think it's my fault—now I'd say it's Snape's fault, he should take care of his potion ingredients," said George, "and he ruined it." Lost our date, now, beautiful lady. Come with me