A Certain Hogwarts Magician Professor

Amelia Burns looked surprised, the monocle was about to slip off her face, and she took it off and wiped the lens.

"Dumbledore, if I'm not mistaken, neither of them has a master..."

Winky stood there with a blank expression on her face until she suddenly screamed, "No—Winky belongs to the Crouchs! Winky has his own master! His name is Barty Crouch—"

"No!" Dobby retorted, "Wizards, Mr. Barty Crouch set Winky free! Dobby saw it with his own eyes!" Winky closed his eyes and shouted, "No! No! No! Dobby shouted in a louder voice, "Now Winky is a free elf like Dobby!" He raised his chest proudly, watching the wizards around him for a moment.

Never seen such a different kind of elf, no, some people have seen it - in the "future world" company, they turned their heads to Felix.

Felix said quietly: "Dobby used to serve a big family, and then he was freed, and I gave him a job," he emphasized, "just a job."

"I have long heard that the 'Future World' company has a group of eccentric house-elves." A wizard muttered.

Winky was still screaming when Fudge interrupted her rudely, "Goblin! Your name is Winky? Was Barty Crouch's house-elf?"

"No-no-no-" Winky was still shouting, she was already rolling on the ground, tears and snot pouring out of her head, Dobby tried to pull her up, but without a doubt failed, he stood in front of Winky , waving his slender arms helplessly, "Yes! Her name is Twinkle, and my name is Dobby."

"Dumbledore, you want them to testify? House-elves can't be trusted—"

"I don't think so," Dumbledore said with a smile. "It can be seen from the clothes on their bodies that their will is entirely theirs, and there is no need to worry that they will be bound by a magical contract that cannot be broken."

Fudge stared at Winky who was rolling on the ground. "Are you sure? She's no different from any other house-elf except for an extra dress."

"Dobby, you can start with what happened that night," Felix said. "Only what you saw at Crouch's house."

"Oh, of course! Dobby would love to!" Dobby quickly recounted what had happened that night. He only mentioned the grim voice and Crouch's abnormal behavior, but most of the people present believed it, at least They were almost certain that Crouch was indeed in control, and that it wasn't little Crouch - he was still at Hogwarts at the time.

While Dobby was talking, Winky gradually quieted down, sobbing in a low voice.

"He didn't mention that person." Amelia Burns asked quickly, looking up at the record.

"Dobby is an outsider, and if it weren't for inviting friends over for Christmas, he wouldn't have anything to do with this," Felix said. "As for more information—" He looked at the elf sitting on the ground, mildly Said, "Winky, your testimony is very useful, at least to prove that Mr. Barty Crouch is not an evil lunatic."

"Master isn't a lunatic!" Winky shouted hoarsely, "He's been under a terrible spell!"

"So—Winky? That's the name? Can you be specific?" Amelia Burns asked. "If the truth is otherwise, I may consider re-arraigning Barty Crouch."

"Will the master be released?" Winky asked excitedly, she was finally no longer mad.

"Impossible!" Fudge yelled. "Impossible." He said it again, and Ms. Burns gave him a reproachful look, then turned to Winky and said, "Acquittal... not likely, but we will. Reconsider his sentence, knowing that he was originally serving a life sentence."

Twinkle's eyes flickered with hope, "Blinky...Blinky is willing to testify."

"A year ago... the master was still at work, and someone suddenly broke in. He subdued me and released Master Barty—"

"Who was that man?" Ms. Burns asked sternly.

"It's a man named 'Peter' who can turn into a mouse, Winky has seen it before!" Winky screeched, the wizards present exchanged glances, and someone whispered, "Peter Pettigrew." Winky went on to describe According to his appearance, "Short, fat, somewhat bald... and a pair of small eyes..." She glanced at Fudge secretly, and whispered: "It's a bit like this wizard."

Fudge's chest heaved violently, like an ancient bellows, and seemed to be about to explode.

"Small, fat...and a little bald..." Ms. Burns repeated with laughter, her wand sketching a person in the air, "Is that him?" The portrait in the air was Peter Pettigrew.

"It's him!" Winky confirmed, adding an important message, "He was holding an ugly baby, and he called that baby Master!"

There was a loud gasp in the conference room.

"Are you sure it's a baby?" Ms. Burns asked solemnly.

"Yes, yes!" Winky stammered, not daring to look at her, "a very, very...very ugly baby!"

"When the master came back at night, Master Barty got the wand after a long time. He hid under the invisibility cloak and attacked him when the master took off his clothes-" Winky gasped and said in pain, "Oh, Barty. The bad boy, he brought back a bad friend!"

"We know, then what?"

"After, after...the master was controlled and went to work as usual, but Winky didn't think there was any problem, my God!" Winky let out a cry, and tears fell like beans, "Winky still takes care of them, cooks for them..."

"Probably a Confusion Charm," Felix said.

"Later, they inadvertently mentioned that they were going to attack someone, to enter the school in his place, and to complete a dangerous task-"

"What mission?"

Twinkle opened his eyes. "Winky doesn't know! When they were discussing things, Winky was ordered to go back to his place. Winky is an elf who obeys orders, and Winky is a very good elf!"

"Very good, we can roughly guess who it is, Alastor is really unlucky. Go on, what else do you know?"

"The man named Peter is gone. It is said that he was arrested. After that, Master Batty also left, and he came back only once in a dozen days. Winky is in charge of taking care of the baby, Winky..." She suddenly showed a horrified expression, "Winky sometimes Saw that baby tormenting the master! Winky was watching! Oh my God!"

She covered her face, tears streaming from between her fingers.

"Just here," Felix said, and he motioned to Dobby, who nodded, pulled Winky and left with a "pochi".

The office was enveloped in an overwhelming silence.

"You should let her finish," said Amelia Burns, looking at Felix discontentedly.

"All that has to be said, if you want to hear someone's name, or the overall plan, unfortunately, you heard it too, she has limited knowledge. In fact, you did once have a chance, that is small Peter Dwarf...Unfortunately, his soul was sucked by the Dementors."

Fudge stared at him and said word by word, "That elf—she's been cursed too."

"I can't pretend it didn't happen," Felix said. "It should be the Confusion Curse, Voldemort seems to have underestimated the house-elf and thought the Confusion Curse was enough, or she was going to end up being dealt with and not worth the waste. Time. But in short, Winky has not been tampered with memory, if there is any objection, you can arrange for St Mungo's therapist to check."

Fudge was stunned for a while, then suddenly lost his temper, "Another specious evidence! All of it! I don't know what's the point of our discussion today!"

"Connelly," said Dumbledore wearily, "I'm not raising this issue to deny or subvert anything, but to remind something. We discussed this privately, but you—because of some The reason, refuse to believe the existing evidence, you should know how much we lost in the last war, do you want to experience another war by surprise?"

"I—you—not—" Fudge was startled.

"A key question is, do you know what you're doing, Minister Fudge?" Felix whispered.

"What do you--what--mean?" Fudge's face turned liver-colored.

"We might as well make a hypothesis." Felix tilted his head in the direction of Amelia Burns with interest in a way of exploring the question, "I also ask Ms. Burns and the people present to be a witness. —"

Ms. Burns fiddled with her monocle to get a better view of Felix.

"We heard two diametrically opposed views today, not giving each other, but time will tell who is right. It's just ... we need to ask ourselves a question, if a war does happen, does anyone need to be held accountable for it? —"

"Bullshit!" cried Fudge. "You know what you're talking about? Accusing a Minister of Magic, who told you to do this?" He gave Felix a wicked look, between him and Dumbledore. move between.

"It's the same sentence, Minister Fudge...I know what I'm talking about, but you don't seem to understand what you're doing." Felix said with a smile, "The above is just a hypothesis, a possibility to discuss the future, isn't it? "

"I really don't have the ability to remove a sitting Minister of Magic, or accept punishment." He said contemptuously, Fudge was about to die of anger now, and no one had threatened him so blatantly, yes, he took Felix His words were taken as a blatant threat.

"...But everyone is responsible for what he says and does, especially those in power," Felix said. "So I would like to ask everyone here to keep in mind the views of both sides of today's debate, and you can put your mind to it. Keep it in your heart, and when everything is clear, you will naturally know who to support and who to deny."