Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

Ministry of Magic, temporary interrogation room.

Old Frank knew that he must have known something amazing.

When he first said the name "Barty Crouch", the calm-faced man showed a shocked look-even if it were only a few seconds, it was enough to explain a lot. And now the whispers that suddenly sounded all around confirmed this.

"Barty... Crouch? It's interesting—"

Emilia Burns repeated softly, and shook her head at Cornelius Fudge who was sitting not far away.

"You know, Mr. Crouch has been with Scrimgeour and them almost tonight. This is obviously a trap. The mysterious man is trying to provoke conflicts within the Ministry-he is very good at creating suspicion and distrust. Maybe this Muggle He didn't lie, but he must have been deceived."

"Deceived? You mean, you think mysterious people and Death Eaters, they will try their best to deceive a Muggle?"

Cornelius Fudge said mockingly, his voice suddenly became louder, and some emotion from tonight seems to be about to vent.

"There are ghosts in the Ministry. It's obvious. Otherwise, they won't know our actions, and they will not be able to cut off the Floo network. I believe you and everyone present, but this does not mean that everyone in the Ministry has no Question. I don’t need to remind you. Just a few decades ago, how many people secretly took refuge in mysterious people. If we don’t know who the enemy is, the attack tonight will happen again sooner or later—"

"Old Batty can't be the spy of the mysterious man, we all know how much he hates those guys, and how much the dark wizards hate him."

Mad-Eye Moody shook his head, the blue magic eye swiftly turning in his eye sockets, observing the expressions of other wizards.

"but……"

"Just as the mysterious man has the same name as his Muggle father."

"There is obviously more than one Barty Crouch in this world, right?"

Unlike the other wizards present, Scrimgeour and Moody had heard from Kingsley before they entered the room.

Arrested and imprisoned that year, the long-dead Barty Crouch Jr. is suspected of not being dead, and led the raid on the Ministry of Magic tonight!

"What do you want to say? Alastor." Ms. Bones narrowed her eyes slightly, the light reflected from the monocle.

"The question is not what the crazy-eyed guy wanted to say, but what happened--"

Cornelius Fudge cleared his throat, looked at the old Muggle man who had unknowingly become the focus of everyone's attention, and continued to ask.

"Mr. Frank, could you please describe in detail what the'Batti Crouch' looks like and what you heard at Riddle House tonight."

"Well, I have only met Mr. Crouch once. He is about 30 or 40 years old. He is a little bit taller than me. He has light yellow hair and a very pale face. It looks like he has just had a serious illness." Old Frankton After a pause, an additional sentence was added, "Well, he still has a lot of freckles on his face."

Following the description of Old Frank, some wizards sitting around Cornelius Fudge began to whisper again.

Old Barty Crouch was a big red man in the Ministry of Magic. After being prompted by Mad-Eye Moody, people can easily awaken the dusty memories.

"Then, tell me what happened tonight." Cornelius Fudge said.

Old Frank nodded, glanced at the whispering wizards, and opened his mouth involuntarily.

"In the middle of the night, I woke up again from the pain of that **** bad leg. When I got up to change the hot water bottle, I just saw out the window..."

Afterwards, he began to tell the wizards exactly what happened tonight.

Old Frank spoke for about a quarter of an hour. Everyone listened very carefully, and there were almost no other voices in the huge room.

He said that he heard the man with the cold voice asking "Barty Crouch" whether he had the courage to kill his father with his own hands, as he did in the past; he also said that he heard they plan to go to the Ministry of Magic to steal the wizard. The file and what prophecy ball, the man called the master by "Batti Crouch" said that he still has well-hidden servants in the Ministry of Magic, and the people he plans to kill after that...Dumbledore .

Connelly Fudge interrupted to ask about it from time to time, and when the old Frank's story was finished, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip.

"Very good," Cornelius Fudge exhaled heavily and said feebly. "So, let's not mention the two black wizards who were'resurrected' for the time being, at least we know what they want to do. But. I don't understand, what do they want the wizard file and the prophecy ball for?"

"Obviously, a new round of reign of terror—"

Scrimgeour's look was particularly terrifying. He exchanged an uneasy look with Ms. Bones, the director of the Law Enforcement Department.

"Although I don't know what happened in the past ten years, the mysterious man after dormant is obviously more terrifying than in the past. If I'm not mistaken, his next plan is to issue death threats one by one to eliminate those wizards who disobey him. Compared to more than a decade ago, this time they have more than half of the addresses of British wizards in their hands. From now on, everyone's roof is haunted by a dark mark that may rise at any time."

"As for the prediction..." Scrimgeour frowned.

The statistics of the Department of Mystery Affairs have not come out yet, but what we can know is that the Hall of Prophecy and the Hall of Time are almost completely destroyed.

Even if there are still a few crystal **** remaining in the ruins, there is a high probability that it will not be what the mysterious person wants. In such a chaotic environment, they have no way of knowing what the mysterious person took, but they can probably Guess what it is.

"Wait, I remember this, when Peter Pettigrew was on trial a few months ago, he also mentioned—"

Emilia Burns rubbed her eyebrows and said thoughtfully, "The mysterious prophecy about the mysterious man, the prophecy that caused the mysterious man to disappear for more than ten years... It is precisely because of that prophecy, the mysterious talent Will go to Godric Valley alone to kill the Potters."

"Well, I have the same speculation as you, but these are meaningless now."

Cornelius Fudge sighed, slammed his fist on the armrest, and whispered bitterly.

"The mysterious man managed to get what he wanted, and we still don't know anything about the content of that prophecy ball—"

"Ah, about this, I think it's the last thing to worry about tonight..."

At this moment, Dumbledore coughed slightly, put his fingers across his knees, and said with a smile.

"Those who were stolen and destroyed are nothing but prophetic records kept in the Department of Mysteries. The prophecy was specifically addressed to someone, and that person obviously has a way to listen to it again."

"Who heard it?" Cornelius Fudge asked subconsciously, actually knowing the answer at the moment he asked.

"It's me," said Dumbledore. "On a cold, humid night thirteen years ago, in a room above the pig's head bar. I went there to meet a witch who applied to teach divination. Actually, my intention was, I don’t intend to let the divination class continue, but the job seeker is the great-great-granddaughter of a very famous and talented prophet. I think it’s polite to meet her, and then..."

"Professor Sybil Trelawney, right? Then she made a prediction in front of you in order to get the position?"

Cornelius Fudge reacted quickly and looked at Dumbledore excitedly, "So, you still remember the content of that prophecy, right?"

"Of course, in fact, I even have a way for you to go and listen to it again..."

Dumbledore smiled gently, and continued calmly, "However, before that, I think we'd better settle Mr. Frank's side first, if you have no other details you want to ask. We will discuss next. There are a lot of things, what do you think?"

"Oh, yes, yes—of course—"

Connelly nodded, looked around the rooms, and quickly locked the witch in the corner who was temporarily arrested for recording.

"Well, Miss Nifadora, please take Mr. Frank to rest—"

"Ah? Oh—" Tonks, who was wandering around, suddenly came back to his senses.

She glanced at the minister hesitantly, and somewhat helplessly put away the magic quill, stood up, and walked to the door.

"Then Mr. Frank, come here. Due to time constraints, you cannot go to Scotland Yard for the time being. I will help you find a comfortable hotel to stay temporarily. When you wake up in the afternoon, almost Mr. Minister and the others will also The discussion came out."

"Uh, uh, okay—" Old Frank looked at the wizards around and nodded silently.

Even if he didn't understand what they were discussing, Old Frank could see the horrible state of these wizards at this time.

Obviously, the magical world is not more peaceful than the ordinary world.

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"Well, in short, Voldemort is back."

Dumbledore said calmly, looking at Fudge, then at Scrimgeour.

"The Ministry of Magic and even the magical society must act as quickly as possible. Under the influence of Veritaserum, we at least know from Mr. Frank their next plan-in fact, it is essentially the past panic spreading behavior-but This time we have more allies."

"The magical governments of various countries will soon hold a joint meeting, and the mysterious people and Death Eaters will not be arrogant for too long..."

Connelly Fudge said quickly ~www.readwn.com~ but his words were quickly interrupted by Dumbledore.

"Of course, I believe in the anger of various ministries of magic, but I am not referring to this. The magical world must be united more closely, Connelly."

Dumbledore’s azure blue eyes looked at Fudge over his half-moon glasses, and said in a serious tone, “I heard on the way here that a person suspected of Voldemort appeared at the Ministry of Magic. This may be a fall. Worse things-Tom Riddle successfully used the Horcrux to become an immortal. We are no longer facing an ordinary dark wizard, but a terrifying demon that can never be completely killed."

"I believe that it won't take too long for this news to spread throughout Europe and even the world of magic with fear."

Dumbledore's voice reverberated in the cramped office, and many wizards seemed to have guessed what he was trying to say, and they looked uneasy.

"Yes, just like eleven years ago, we can defeat Voldemort countless times, but he can also be resurrected countless times."

"In the face of this almost invincible fear, the dark forces gathered around Voldemort will be beyond imagination."

"I am one hundred and eleven years old this year, and Voldemort doesn't even have to do it himself. He can let'time' kill me. It can also use countless attempts to end my life, or other people who stop him... if not Prepare in advance and we are destined to end in failure."

"Understand, the war has broken out. This is a war that uses time as a weapon, beyond everyone's imagination."

Dumbledore looked around at the wizards around him, let out a sigh of relief, and said softly.

"A... Infinite War."

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