From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Malfoy was arrested?"

Harry, who originally stood in the corner and didn't know why the professor would take him easily, was still playing the background properly, but now he couldn't help it anymore.

"He released the Dark Mark and was arrested?"

Harry couldn't believe it—he even had an urge to cheer.

If he had to identify which of the students in the school most resembled a Death Eater, then Malfoy would undoubtedly become the first object of suspicion.

"It's not him, at least I think so."

Taking advantage of Dumbledore's thinking time, William responded.

But in order not to disturb Dumbledore's thoughts, his voice was lowered a lot.

Therefore, Harry dared to ask in a low voice.

"How could it not be, Professor—you don't know how bad he is, Ron said that if Voldemort hadn't fallen, Malfoy would definitely be a Death Eater!"

"You should analyze things from common sense and facts, instead of relying on emotions to make up a bunch of non-existent things. The Dark Lord is now in a state of downfall. You can't follow your assumptions and then take those things that didn't happen according to your imagination. Set things up."

"Student Harry Malfoy has all kinds of problems from a pure-blooded family, but he is not a fool."

William shook his head. "You treat him as your opponent, right? Then do you think the opponent you choose will be the kind of fool who knows the consequences are serious and will die?"

"I still don't understand, Professor..."

Harry shook his head, apparently stuck with Malfoy again.

William stretched out his hands, thinking that his head was a bit big—what would he have to do to make a child of only fourteen years old understand the complexity of people?

"You should be patient, Professor William."

Dumbledore smiled abruptly and spoke, "But we are running out of time, we have to go to Fudge quickly."

He stretched out his hand, took the door key that William and the others had used, and completed the production of the reverse door key very casually. "If you don't go, I'm afraid the decision of the Ministry of Magic can't be changed."

"Okay, Professor."

William nodded, slipped the candy into his pocket, and then grabbed the small door key with Harry and started to activate it.

'correct! Obviously you can come at school! What will I do after I pass the message? ’

But it was too late, and the door key was activated.

With a dizziness, he and Harry returned to the camp where they had come.

Before he was relieved from the disgust, Dumbledore's figure appeared beside him.

‘Is it following the power of the door key? Or is it that Dumbledore can ignore the rudimentary Anti-Phantom Shifting Charm? ’

He is not quite sure-but this problem is not too big a problem, he has been authorized to research the door key, and subsequent experiments are not a problem compared to this authorization.

But before his cranky thoughts were over, Fudge's frustrated face was slightly joyful.

He approached Dumbledore almost at a trot speed—William believed that if it weren't for the minister's identity, he would have come directly.

"It's fine if you come, Albus."

Fudge's words had a very sincere feeling, and even William could hear the sincere feelings.

"Where is Lucius?"

"He, I haven't contacted yet, that's not good, you know, Albus, he is too..."

Fudge shook his head a little hesitantly, so that William who was on the sidelines almost scolded him-how did he do it, he wanted to protect the owner, and he was afraid of being dragged down by this matter?

However, the expression on Dumbledore's face did not change. "Let someone tell him to come. We need a place that is sufficiently secluded."

"That's too late…"

Fudge sent another piece of bad news. He said in a voice that William didn't know how to describe, "Barty Crouch already knows about this. He has come to the camp and is preparing to take over the follow-up incident here. "

…

William looked at Fudge now like his teammate, and even Dumbledore's face changed a little.

Harry felt the awkward smell in the air, and asked the question in a low voice, "Professor, who is Barty Crouch?"

William lowered his voice and explained in a low voice—"Barty Crouch is the former director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department, and Sirius was sent to Azkaban by him."

…

Harry didn't know what expression to show on his face for a moment, he even wondered if the professor was too...

However, William was still busy recalling the information and did not notice his look. "That is a tough figure recognized by the wizarding world. He was the first main fighter to support the Auror and the striker in hunting down the Death Eaters. If it's the Auror who has caught the most black wizards, then he is the director who has tried the most Death Eaters."

"What is crazy eye?"

"Well, let’s talk later. Now the tricky thing is Barty Crouch. If he is going to send Malfoy to Azkaban... then he’s almost settled. Crouch is personally The ruthless man sent by his son to Azkaban, although his prestige has been hit a little because of this, but... if he insists on it hard, this matter will not get through."

When William was popularizing science, Dumbledore had already begun to inquire about the details.

"It's really that kid's wand?"

"Confirmed, he personally admitted that although the record of purchasing the wand is still on the way, it is estimated that nothing will change."

Fudge shook his head. He decided to abandon the Malfoy's house—there was almost ironclad evidence, and Barty Crouch intervened, this matter...was hopeless.

—

"Lucius, good evening."

Crouch stood by the gate of the camp, looking at Lucius Malfoy, smiling very happily.

"Good evening, Crouch."

Lucius responded somewhat surprised-but he was not afraid.

More than ten years ago, he escaped from the former director of the Magic Law Enforcement Department to Azkaban. Now more than ten years have passed, he has once again become a guest of the Minister of Magic, and the other party, From a hot candidate for the Minister of Magic to a little old manager of the unpopular department.

Although there was a riot tonight, he had witnesses throughout the process, and the Minister of Magic was on the guarantor, so he didn't worry about the gunpowder burning on his head.

However, the sudden greeting still made him a little bit scared-it shouldn't be. Draco's **** is not that stupid. Could it be Crabbe and Gore two idiots?

‘I’ve told them not to get involved. Are these two fools so stupid that they don’t listen to advice to find things? Or is it that Draco's two playmates are stupid? ’

‘Another big amount of Kanon... Don’t worry about fools! ’

He cursed inwardly, but before seeing Fudge, the whole person adjusted to the state of a successful person with a smile.

"Minister, are you looking for me?"

Before entering the tent, he greeted enthusiastically.

"I am very sad for tonight's misfortune. If I can, I hope I can donate a sum of funds to the St. Mungo Magic Hospital for the wounded tonight to treat the wounded."

‘It’s a pity... it’s late. ’

Fudge thought with exclamation.

Lucius, who didn't get a response, took a look and immediately spotted three people who shouldn't be in the tent—Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the professor who made the limelight this year.

Had Fudge not been there, he even wanted to turn around and leave now, but now—

"Please sit down, Lucius."

Dumbledore smiled quite kindly. Old Malfoy hesitated, and finally sat next to Dumbledore, determined to hear what he would say-although the accident tonight has nothing to do with him, he still has a little bit disturbed.

The three of them sat together, and William consciously pulled Harry farther away—although it was useless, the three of them would definitely not lower their voices to communicate, and Harry would definitely have a lot of questions. The only useful point is that he can not be so careful when answering.

The three people who sat down in the tent looked at each other, and finally Fudge, who was a little bit owed, started talking.

He handed out a note that William was familiar with, and let Lucius read it for himself.

The note was just a few words and could be swiped at a glance, but Lucius read it several times in disbelief. After a pause, a clear panic appeared on his face, and he didn't come back again. Time calm.

"It's not him, it's not him-he won't!"

"Sorry, Lucius."

Fudge shook his head, "He was the only one at the scene, and we verified his wand with the flashback spell..."

"Use Veritaserum!"

"You should know, that's useless."

Dumbledore caught the conversation—yes, Veritaserum was useless.

Unless he was raided and completely controlled, what Veritaserum said could not become evidence—if this rule was not made, it would be impossible for Lucius to escape the Ministry of Magic's trial.

"Imperial Curse! Desperate Mind! Divination! We have many ways to confirm that he is innocent!"

Lucius seemed to have changed a person, the calm temperament disappeared cleanly, he quickly imagined a way to exonerate, and a way to prove Draco's innocence.

"As you should know, those methods are not effective..."

Dumbledore shook his head-Lucius rebutted those ways to get rid of the Death Eaters' accusations, so that they couldn't prove their crimes, so now they couldn't prove their innocence.

"Barty Crouch knows?"

He suddenly remembered the guy he met at the door, and felt a cold sweat coming from his back...

Little Batty was sent to Azkaban by his father. Then, can he expect that one will be polite to his son?

"so…"

He tried to calm himself down-only he could save his child at the moment.

But the trembling hand betrayed him...

"I…"

"Can I come in for a while, Minister?"

From a distance, there was Barty Crouch's voice, and the faint shout of the batter intercepting him.

Fudge's expression suddenly became tense.

Dumbledore was very relaxed. He smiled at William and Harry, then walked quickly, tapping his wand and letting the hallucination spell cover the three of them.

Before William could sigh with emotion about this ingenious phantom spell, Fudge nodded—

‘Dumbledore motioned to him? ’

While William was still thinking, Fudge already shouted out the door, "Please come in, Batty."

The door of the tent was opened again. Fortunately, the magic tent was so spacious that there was no need to worry about exposing it.

"Ah, it's a rare visitor as expected—good evening, Minister, and you, Mr. Lucius Malfoy."

"Our hard-working and brave hitters caught the guy who dared to put the mark of the Dark Demon. He is an acquaintance, Mr. Lucius."

William clearly saw Malfoy's hands shaking, but his face remained basically calm.

"Can I bring him up, Minister?"

Crouch obviously didn't intend to make things easy. After catching this opportunity for more than ten years, he wanted to kill others.

Fudge looked towards this side concealedly, and then decisively agreed.

‘I can’t see Dumbledore’s reaction...’

Taking advantage of the time the door was opened, William moved slightly.

Draco Malfoy was brought in tightly bound, and his wand was brought in together as an exhibit.

After seeing Lucius, he struggled frantically, "Help me, Dad, I didn't! I didn't, it was a house elf who did it, and I was knocked out by it!"

"Tsk tusk...listen, he hasn't learned your level of framing and arguing, even a wizard can't make it up. He keeps saying that the elves have been wronged...but he probably doesn't know that it's not something that house elves can release. ."

"I guess, even in your Death Eaters, there aren't many people who can use the Dark Mark, right?"

Barty Crouch’s tone is full of sarcasm—he has been waiting for this day for more than ten years. There are two major humiliations in his life. One is that his family has raised a Death Eater, and the other is that Malfoy should go in. 'S Death Eater got away from Azkaban, and whoever stopped him today will turn his face on him.

He has worked in the Ministry of Magic for many years and has a high position. If he provokes him, the Minister will not even think about it.

"He said, there are elves involved!"

Lucius tried to suppress his anger, trying to distinguish.

"Ah-by the way, I forgot to say it," Barty Crouch smiled. "It's useless if you have it. You just used the elf to get out not long ago. That excuse is very useful. I like it very much. Thank you, Lucius."

"So we can only assume that there is no such thing, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, I will send him to Azkaban."

William noticed what Dumbledore had said, then Fudge's face changed, and Lucius's face changed.

He showed a look of despair, his face was constantly moving, thinking, and then he made some determination with pain on his face.

"If—if I want, like Karkaroff?"

"Who is Karkaroff?"

Harry asked again in a low voice.

But it was obviously not the time to answer, William shook his finger and motioned to talk later.

But Crouch knew very well that Karkaroff—in fact, it was the deal he made with Karkaroff, which dug up several Death Eaters, so there was ecstasy on his face.

One Malfoy trades several Death Eaters, it's good, very cost-effective.

"Perhaps... we can discuss it."