A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

There was a loud inhalation sound in the conference room. The wizard who had just inquired about the discounts on new products for his granddaughter slid from his chair to the ground. He stood up cursingly, but no one cared about him. The room was like a vegetable market. Even Professor Marcheban looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

"Are you sure he's really back? Dumbledore, I mean...really back?" said Amelia Burns' face under the monocle solemnly.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, Madam Burns' stiff body slackened, and the thick eyebrows returned to their proper position.

"So, we still have time to prepare." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as we can't turn a blind eye and pretend nothing happened—"

"Enough, Dumbledore!" cried Fudge, his face flushed purple and spittle, but he didn't seem to notice. "Stop preaching terror! There's no evidence that he's really coming back. ...or there are signs of coming back!"

"The evidence is under your nose, Fudge, you just have to look down for a few seconds," said Dumbledore.

"Where?"

"Barty Crouch—"

"Aha! I knew you were going to say this!" Fudge ripped his collar roughly, his face and neck discolored with anger, he stood up, the bowler hat in his hand was smashed by him, He waved his arms excitedly. "Gentlemen and ladies, let me tell you about this so-called evidence, and you'll know how ridiculous—"

The Wizengamore members stared as Fudge walked around the conference room, speaking loudly.

"Barty Crouch! I didn't want to say, there's a scandal involved, but -- the former director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Division, committed a serious crime of malfeasance twelve years ago, and put his damned food Dead apostle's son pulled out of prison, hiding from everyone! Barty Crouch swapped his wife and son with Polyjuice, and the Dementors couldn't find it...I admit Azkaban exists The loophole, we're considering adding an anti-thief waterfall to wash away the effects of all spells and potions—"

Fudge stopped suddenly. Holding his bowler cap tightly with one hand, resting one hand on the chair, he said loudly, "Think about how crazy his behavior is. He committed murder more than ten years ago. So... evil! Not much better than those Death Eaters."

"Connelly," Amelia frowned, "Batti did something wrong, but according to his testimony, his wife was dying at the time, and Barty couldn't stand her last plea—"

"More than that!" interrupted Fudge. "Barty Crouch did more than this, he drove his own son mad!"

There was silence in the conference room, only Fudge himself was breathing heavily. He seemed like a dangerous gladiator. They were not in the Ministry of Magic room, but in the ancient arena. Fudge was always ready to fight with anyone who dared to do so. Emerging people fight.

He ushered in the opponent he hit, Dumbledore crossed his hands on the table, looked at Fudge with interest, and said softly: "Strange point of view! Fudge, I'm becoming more and more interested in what's going on in your head, I'm all ears."

Fudge seemed to be annoyed by Dumbledore's calm expression, and then his voice grew louder, as if he had used an amplifying spell.

"I have proof too, Dumbledore, if you choose to trust Barty Crouch, you have to trust all of him. Isn't that so?" Fudge had a quirky smile on his face, and he had done a lot for the day. Get ready, it's easy to speak at the moment.

His small eyes were fixed on Dumbledore, and Dumbledore stared at him without hesitation. Dumbledore's body seemed to exude an indescribable force, and Fudge took the initiative to look away.

"The Imperius... That's right, folks, have you ever wondered how Barty Crouch controlled his son? In order not to expose the crime and continue to climb up the Ministry of Magic, he personally applied the Imperius, the Little Crouch was bound under the Invisibility Cloak for twelve years!"

"He deserves it, that little Death Eater!" exclaimed Professor Marchban. "He was involved in the torture of the Longbottoms, and he was so wicked—if it wasn't for Felix," she gave a quick glance to the side, "the poor couple. The husband and wife are still living in the dark at St Mungo's."

"I know," said Fudge impatiently. "I promise you, I have no sympathy for that Death Eater, my uncle died in the war, and I hate them as much as you! I just wanted to tell you, Barty K. Rauch has been mad, and has been mad for a long time, he is not what you think. What will happen to the heart of a man who has used the Unforgivable Curse for twelve consecutive years? Huh?"

Felix glanced at Fudge in amazement. He could think of this breakthrough. As for the effect, it was clear from the shocked wizards - Barty Crouch's reputation was completely destroyed, and there will be no one in the future. Sympathize with him.

But thinking of Dumbledore finding him yesterday, he knew that Dumbledore was also prepared.

"So you ask me what happened? It's a tragedy," said Fudge with a heavy expression. "The father used his power for personal gain, and used the Imperius Curse to control his son for his own right. Finally, his son went mad under the spell. Now, crazy enough, he fantasizes about another voice in his head, fantasizing that You-Know-Who isn't dead, but anyway, he's out of the spell's grip, instead, he's taking control of his father!"

"The spell messed up little Crouch's brain. For half a year, he pretended to be under the command of the mysterious man, pretended that he was still serving the mysterious man, sneaked into Hogwarts, and tortured his father. He imagined it."

Felix breathed a long sigh of relief. He had a new understanding of Fudge's character. Fudge's stubbornness and stubbornness opened his eyes. Fudge's strategy is also persuasive, first exposing Crouch's crimes, turning Crouch into a de facto dangerous criminal, and justifying little Crouch's behavior, although there are many more Flaws, but it is already a qualified story. If you guess correctly, Fudge will destroy all of Crouch's testimony next--

"Barty Crouch is crazy!" Fudge exclaimed, "he was severely tortured when he reappeared, mentally and physically!" He looked at Amelia Burns, "You know That, right?"

"Barty Crouch was indeed tortured inhumanly, but—" Ms. Burns said cautiously.

"The people at St. Mungo's also confirmed his condition!" Fudge immediately looked at Dorothea Boham, "your...that therapist, who himself admitted that Barty Crouch had been seriously injured. Confusion spells and memory tampering!"

Ms. Boham nodded slowly. Many members of Wizengamore were persuaded, and their faces showed embarrassed expressions.

"That's the truth of the matter!" Fudge waved his hat. "No You-Know-Who! No war!" He buckled the hat over his head and looked at Dumbledore with a smile on his face.

Dumbledore also smiled, and he even slapped a few times, "Fudge, your stories are all based on imagination..."

"So, you have proof?" Fudge asked impatiently.

Dumbledore said calmly: "If the evidence you're expecting is seeing Voldemort standing in front of you," Fudge couldn't help cringing when he heard the name, Dumbledore continued: "Then I really don't have it, but I do. Happy to share some facts and my own speculation based on those facts."

"So you're going to make up stories too, Dumbledore? I'm too busy to listen to this—"

"I'm afraid not," said Dumbledore.

"What—no?" Fudge gasped, as if Dumbledore was not talking, but threatened him with his wand.

"Fudge, please forgive me, I'm the chief mage of Wizengamore. Although you are the Minister of Magic, according to the procedure, you are only a member of Wizengamore, and you must listen to me." Dumbledore said. , Fudge stared, as if someone had been whipped.

Felix sat quietly in his chair, thinking, if Dumbledore was going to tell all the secrets about Voldemort, he wouldn't believe it. He prefers that Dumbledore intends to make a reminder, the question is, to what extent.

"Where did it come from?" said Dumbledore softly, "Fourteen years ago, Voldemort, with the help of a traitor, walked into the Potters' safe house, killed the Potters and Missed Harry Potter as a baby, his life-threatening curse bounced on him, and he lost his power ever since—"

"He's dead," said Fudge stiffly.

"Where's the corpse?" Dumbledore asked.

"No one cares about that, Dumbledore!" said Fudge impatiently. "He's dead! Maybe turned to ashes, or taken away."

"It's just a good hope," said Dumbledore, shaking his head. "I knew at the time that there was a possibility that Voldemort was still alive in a corner of the world... but people were too eager to hear good news. Too eager to restore order and embrace peace."

"Where's the evidence, Dumbledore? Where's the evidence?" said Fudge.

"Why can't you listen to him finish?" exclaimed Professor Marchban. "He wasn't so rude when you were talking!"

Fudge gave her a hard look and grumbled reluctantly, "Well, I'd like to hear...what evidence..."

"Thank you, Guslda," Dumbledore smiled at Professor Marcheban, and continued, "I didn't say my guess, maybe as Fudge said, he really turned to ashes and died. Yes. Although from what I know of him, the odds are low."

"One of the evidences is the curse entrenched on the top of Hogwarts - Defense Against the Dark Arts, which still played a role in the second year of Voldemort's death. My heart was even more disturbed. I took the initiative to collect evidence that he was still alive, pay attention to Unusual sightings and legends..."

"It took me a few years to finally find something suspicious in a Muggle newspaper." Dumbledore said, "Yes, I developed the habit of reading Muggle newspapers in those years, and I still keep it. I especially like the Sudoku game above, which Muggles say can prevent Alzheimer's."

Fudge looked at him with a dull expression, as if there were signs of geriatrics.

"Come on, I read the news of an expedition team in the newspaper. They heard the terrible legend of the Albanian forest. Some small animals and domestic animals will die without warning. The behavior before death is very abnormal. An eight-year-old boy He swore that he saw a snake reading a newspaper, and the pictures in that newspaper would still move."

"We all know what that means?" Dumbledore said, looking at the crowd.

In the crowd, Tiberius Ogden said dissatisfiedly: "Which foolish wizard threw away the newspaper after reading it?"

"That doesn't mean anything..." Fudge said stubbornly. "Probably an Animagus from another country, who happens to be a snake."

"I checked and they were possessed," said Dumbledore.

"W-what?"

"Possessed," repeated Dumbledore, "it doesn't mean anything, maybe some evil spirit is at work, but again, I need to remind you, it may be someone who has lost his power, and I continue to Investigating in the forest... I found a big pit, the pit is full of animal carcasses, mostly rats and snakes, of course, snakes are the most numerous. I tried to solve this secret, and once thought I saw a familiar figure, He was devastated, turned into a ghost, and flashed in front of me, but I never saw him again."

"You mean that thing... is he hiding from you?" Amelia Burns asked solemnly.

"I think so," Dumbledore nodded slightly, "I persuaded a few nearby families to move out of there, and asked the owner of the local wizard tavern to pay attention to the movement of ghosts. After more than ten years, I got the The more information, the firmer the inner guess."

"But if it's really that person, why didn't he come out, but hid and wandered in the Albanian forest for more than ten years?" Amelia Burns asked.

"That's right! I want to know that too—"

"I'm afraid I can only give some guesses," said Dumbledore.

"Your guess is very informative," Ms. Burns said, and some wizards in the room nodded in agreement, while others kept shaking their heads.

"I think—before I speculate, I need to remind you that Voldemort has lost his power, he's weaker than ever, even more limited than a ghost can do," said Dumbledore, "that one of his flaws is, Unable to suppress the thoughts that fiercely resist him for a long time, he prefers to possess simple-minded animals, especially snakes. He has a special influence on snakes."

"Parseltongue," Ms. Burns said sullenly.

"Yes, perhaps in the first few years of his loss of power, he had hoped that Death Eaters would find him and help him regain his power... but he was disappointed, ruled by fear, and was doomed to nothing when he failed," Dumbledore Whispered, "Of course, the few loyal to him were imprisoned in Azkaban."

"Barty Crouch Jr., Lestranges!" Ms. Burns said.

Felix's heart moved, and he was touched again. The first time he was talking to Neville, he thought of Azkaban and Dementors, but he didn't realize the problem, but he ignored a key , Azkaban is a prison with all kinds of criminals in it.

He leaned back in his chair, looked up at the ceiling, and thought hard. Dumbledore's voice became the background sound, providing him with inspiration--

"Almost four years ago, Voldemort possessed a Hogwarts professor and infiltrated the school to get the Philosopher's Stone hidden inside... Finally Harry Potter and his friends stopped Quirrell... magic The stone was also destroyed."

"More than a year ago, the supposedly dead war hero Peter Pettigrew reappeared, and he and a Death Eater - who turned out to be Crouch Jr., were ordered to infiltrate the school, but before they could start a conspiracy, they were arrested. Harry Potter and his friends found that the battle broke out on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and thanks to the timely rescue of Sirius Black and two school professors, who had been stigmatized at the time as Voldemort's loyal servant, they survived..."

"It's a pity that these people nearly died at the hands of runaway dementors," Dumbledore said sternly, Fudge wincing, and Umbridge hiding his head behind the document. "The night Peter Pettigrew died, it was a kiss from the Dementors... Before he died, he suddenly repented and admitted that he was the traitor who betrayed the Potters at the beginning. He also said a word."

The meeting room was silent, and everyone held their breath and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore repeated softly: "He said: He's coming back, the man who can't even be named is coming back, I did something wrong, forgive me—"

"What!" took a breath from Ms. Burns, who stared at Fudge in disbelief. "No one told me about it! You gave me a gag?"

Fudge faltered, wiping away sweat, and finally he simply shouted, "What do you want me to do? Complete martial law with one word I don't know? Let the peace we have painstakingly built over the years be ruined?"

"Peace is not disguised." Felix said with a smile, he finally figured it out.

Azkaban, the Dark Wizard, the Death Eaters...Voldemort, the resurrection...and Dumbledore.

It all pieced together a guess that if Dumbledore had repeatedly wounded Voldemort mortally, if Voldemort had been so weak that he had to resort to the help of others, his options would be extremely limited.

This person must be a Death Eater, fanatically loyal to Voldemort and identify with his ideas, only in this way can he gain Voldemort's limited trust and receive the honor of helping the "great Dark Lord" deal with his injuries and even perform resurrection rituals.

If such a person escapes justice after the war, it is impossible for him to do nothing for more than ten years, so he must be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Then will he know more things, such as - Horcrux?

Of course, of course, Voldemort was extremely selfish and could not tolerate the secrets of the Horcrux being known, even to a loyal servant who would give his life for him. He may have used some kind of spell to keep the secret, either a forgetting spell or a confusion spell would do the trick...

Fudge stared at Felix, the expression on his face still stubborn.

"This year, the omens are more obvious," Dumbledore said, "there have been several disappearances, Bertha Jorkins disappeared without a trace in Voldemort's last hideout, and then a Muggle disappeared. His name was Frank Bryce and he lived in the village where Voldemort's father was born. I read it in the papers, remember? I read the muggle papers...and Crouch, if not rescued , it may be another disappearance case."

"Dumbledore, these things you said are also speculations, maybe just coincidences!"

"I have a witness," Dumbledore said solemnly.

Fudge looked at him so fast that he nearly twisted his neck, and the others looked at Dumbledore, and Fudge muttered, "You don't want to say it's Barty Crouch, his testimony is unacceptable. letter--"

"What about his house-elf?" Dumbledore asked politely, waving his wand at the same time, and Winky and Dobby suddenly appeared in the office.

Winky's expression was still a little dazed, but Dobby was accustomed to this situation enough, he pulled Winky's hand, the two bowed deeply, and said sharply, "Hello, gentlemen wizards."

Everyone glared at them - not because of Dumbledore's magic, but because they were both in fine little clothes. What that means, they couldn't be clearer:

Here are two free pixies.