The third Dark Lord came from Hogwarts

“Germany, France, Austria…”

“It seems that they didn’t put in much effort.”

Agers looked at the intelligence in his hand and smiled softly.

The relationship between the German, French, and Austrian Ministries of Magic and the United Kingdom was not bad. Because they were only separated by a sea, they often cooperated with each other.

Compared with the US Congress or the New Zealand, Indian, and Iranian Ministries of Magic, it takes much less effort to promote such cooperation.

“Is it our turn to act?” Vita smiled and stepped forward.

The pure-blood families have connections in these three countries, but the saints don’t?

Austria is their hometown, and Germany and France were once the territory of the saints.

Even if they move now, the name of the saints is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It is much stronger than these pure-blood families.

“Have you contacted Bertha Jorkins?”

“I have contacted her, but according to the news from our people, she seems… not normal…”

Abnormal is normal!

She bumped into Barty Crouch and his son’s conversation. If Barty Crouch hadn’t been relatively upright, he would probably have lost his ashes now.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s abnormal, as long as someone notices that many people have contacted her during this period.”

There was a brilliance in Argus’s eyes that Vita couldn’t understand.

…

Crouch Manor.

Even when Barty Crouch returned home, his hair was still combed meticulously.

In the past few days, the situation in the Ministry of Magic has improved a little, and the pure-blood families in the UK have also begun to exert their strength.

Many collaborations with the British Ministry of Magic have come one after another.

While the work of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department has become increasingly busy, it has also stabilized his position again.

“Dear master, do you need Winky to prepare some appetizers for you?”

“Wait a moment.” Barty Crouch rubbed his eyebrows.

“How is he today? Did he go out?”

“According to your instructions, respected master, the young master has been wearing the invisibility cloak and staying in the manor today. He has not gone out.”

Sparkling bent over and said respectfully.

“Today he is quite obedient.”

Barty Crouch said this, but he remembered that someone in the Ministry of Magic had been talking to Bertha Jorkins recently, and a trace of vigilance rose quietly in his heart.

“Master, can’t you really let the young master go outside to have a look? Sparkling thinks that the young master is very pitiful…”

“No!” Barty Crouch said firmly.

“It is my bottom line to let his mother risk her life to get him out of Azkaban!”

Barty Crouch is also a tough and serious person. After confirming that Barty Crouch Jr. was a Death Eater, he did not have the slightest intention of showing favoritism.

He did not even give Barty Crouch Jr. a chance to defend himself before sending him to Azkaban.

If Winky hadn’t felt sorry for Barty Crouch Jr., often pleaded for him, and took all the responsibility of taking care of him on himself, it is estimated that Barty Crouch might really have made a cage at home and stuffed Barty Crouch Jr. in it. Even so, Barty Crouch Jr.’s range of activities is limited to a few rooms. He must also wear an invisibility cloak at all times, otherwise he has no right to move. “Go and prepare my clothes for tomorrow first, I have to meet some guests from Austria tomorrow.” “Okay, master.” Winky snapped his fingers, just disappeared in front of Barty Crouch, and suddenly appeared again. He was holding a letter in his hand. “Master, someone came to give you a letter today.” “Letter?” Barty Crouch was a little surprised and didn’t take it, letting Winky open it. After confirming that there was no danger, he took the letter and read it. There were only a few words in the letter, but it made him sweat! “Mr. Barty Crouch, I got some interesting news from Miss Bertha Jorkins.”

“I believe you don’t want your son to return to that dark place again.”

“Of course, I won’t be so greedy as to ask you to withdraw from the Ministry of Magic. I just need you to make some small concessions.”

This letter was sent by Argus.

In order not to expose the saint, he deliberately changed his tone to a villain’s triumph.

Barty Crouch’s expression was more serious than ever.
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“Who sent this letter!”

“It’s… a man in a black cloak, Winky… Winky has never seen him before…”

Although Winky didn’t see what was written in the letter, she could see something wrong in Barty Crouch’s eyes.

She racked her brains to recall the appearance of the messenger.

“Has he been out these days!”

“Have there been any strange people around! Tell me!”

Barty Crouch’s eyes widened, and his originally meticulous hair was now scattered in a ball.

Winky was a little scared.At a loss.

“No… no! Winky doesn’t dare to disobey the master’s orders.”

“During this period, the young master has never been allowed to go out, and no strange people have come.”

Barty Crouch also noticed his own loss of composure.

He collapsed on the chair, looking extremely tired.

He knew that he had no room for negotiation at all.

The other party had figured him out, but he didn’t even know the other party’s identity!

If the other party had not sent this letter, but came directly with the Auror…

The consequences, he couldn’t imagine it!

After an unknown amount of time, Barty Crouch gradually calmed down.

There is no use in panic. Instead of being terrified here, it is better to think about the next response measures.

“Do you think I can’t find your identity if you don’t show up?”

“As long as you take action, you will leave a handle!”

“I don’t need to find your identity, I just need to see who benefits from this matter…”

“Bertha Jorkins… It seems that I can’t stay!”

…

Three days later.

What happened to Barty Crouch a few days ago happened again to Alan Mitchell.

He even showed more enthusiasm.

Compared to Barty Crouch, who might collapse, Alan, who is now in the limelight, is obviously more worthy of investment.

“Director Mitchell is indeed young and promising. He helped the Ministry of Magic reach so many cooperations with just a little effort!”

“I believe that the position of director will be obtained in no time!”

“It can only be said that Director Crouch is not so lucky. The cooperation was in the negotiation stage, and he suddenly fell seriously ill. Fortunately, Director Mitchell is here!”

“That’s right. If it weren’t for Director Mitchell, this cooperation might not be achieved!”

Alan Mitchell has dealt with this kind of scene many times and answered it easily.

Except for some members of pure-blood families who received orders, the entire Ministry of Magic was happy.

“Director Mitchell, since Director Barty Crouch is ill and needs time to rest, you will temporarily take over the work of Deputy Director of the Cooperation and Exchange Department during this period.”

“You must complete this cooperation mission well!”

Fudge smiled from ear to ear, and he didn’t expect that a pie would suddenly fall from the sky and hit him on the head.

He stepped forward and patted Alan’s shoulder, pretending to be pretentious.

He didn’t know that there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the distance!

“Cornelly Fudge!”

“It’s you! It seems that I really underestimated you before!”