The Blood Professor at Hogwarts

"What do you mean, congratulations?" Harry asked, looking at Ron.

"It's nothing... nobody else has crossed the age line," Ron grinned dryly, looking as ugly as weeping. "Not even Fred and George. What did you use—the Invisibility Cloak?"

"There's no way the Invisibility Cloak would get me over that line," Harry said slowly.

"Oh, by the way," said Ron, "if it was the cloak, I think you'd tell me... because the cloak would cover both of us, wouldn't it? But you found another way, didn't you?" ?”

"Listen," said Harry, "I didn't put my name in that goblet, someone else must have done it!"

"But why would they do that?" Ron raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"I don't know," said Harry, who himself felt that what he was about to say sounded lurid, like a play, "to kill me."

There was disbelief on Ron's face - not disbelief that someone was trying to kill Harry, but surprise that Harry could say such a thing.

"Harry, you could have told me the truth!" he said. "It's all very well if you don't want it to be known, but I don't see why you would lie? Especially when you made up such a ……Clownish

lie. "

"You didn't get in trouble for it, did you? That friend of the Fat Lady's, that Violet, she told us all that Dumbledore got you in. A thousand Galleons, and you There is no need to take the end-of-year exam..."

"I didn't put my name in that goblet!" cried Harry.

He feels a little annoyed now.

"Really?" Ron said lukewarmly, with the same skeptical tone on his face as Cedric, "but you didn't have a chance this morning, you could have done it last night and no one would see you... you know , I'm not a fool."

"You do make such an impression on me now," said Harry grimly.

"Really?" The smile on Ron's face finally disappeared. "You need to go to bed, Harry. I think you need to get up early tomorrow to accept the photo of the media or something."

The two broke up unhappy, and both fell heavily on the bed without making a sound.

Harry didn't expect that even his best friend wouldn't believe in him.Fortunately, he was still thinking naively before, but fortunately there are Ron and Hermione...

At the same time, in the room in front of the auditorium, Dracula, Dumbledore, and Professor McGonagall were investigating who had come to the hall last night and dropped the note into the Goblet of Fire.

The results of the investigation were not satisfactory.

Chapter 240 IX Guess About the Black Hand Behind the Scenes

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"Albus, do you think... someone really wanted to kill Potter?"

After everyone else left, Professor McGonagall pursed his lips hesitantly and looked at Dumbledore.

"Huh? Professor McGonagall, didn't you just agree with Dumbledore's thoughts very confidently?" Dracula walked over and asked curiously, "Could it be that Professor McGonagall, who is as upright as he is, would use lies to deceive others? "

"I didn't lie!" Professor McGonagall blushed a little, and looked a little guilty, "A little wizard like Potter, who is only 14 years old, actually wants to participate in the same competition as those 17-year-old adult students..."

"Of course the Goblet of Fire can't be so absurd, but those outsiders think that Hogwarts is using this method to gain an advantage!"

While Professor McGonagall was speaking, his feelings of guilty conscience gradually turned into anger:

"Merlin, Potter is in danger of death! If Professor Hicks hadn't brought it up, none of them would have thought that this was about the life and death of a 14-year-old child. They only care about such trivial things!"

"Minerva, calm down first." Smiling, Dumbledore conjured a cup of hot water with his wand, and handed it to Professor McGonagall, "After all, this is the first time that one school has produced two warriors, Maxim It's normal to have some emotions with Karkaroff."

"As for whether someone actually wanted to kill Harry... I think so, it's clear that the Goblet of Fire is a just, powerful magical creature with strict rules, and spitting Harry's name out of the cup is definitely not a classmate The mischief between the two can be explained."

He turned his gaze to Dracula, "Professor Dracula, you seem to have some eyebrows?"

"That's right." Dracula nodded lightly, "It's quite a confusing spell, and it has captured a way that can most easily affect the Goblet of Fire..."

"The person who cast the spell on the Goblet of Fire changed part of the Goblet of Fire's cognition, making it recognize the original four magic schools as five—this is actually not complicated. Once, that person must have a high status in the Ministry of Magic and be able to know how to change the rules of the Goblet of Fire."

"In my opinion, this matter is already obvious. The person who tampered with the Goblet of Fire is most likely the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, Mr. Barty Crouch."

With a playful smile on Dracula's face, he stared into Dumbledore's eyes, "I doubted him as early as in the Quidditch World Cup. He rushed to the Dark Mark too efficiently."

"Not only that, but an upright diplomat from the Ministry of Magic insisted on letting Potter participate in the Final Four regardless of Principal Beauxbaton's protest? Anyway, I find it a bit strange."

Professor McGonagall had already opened his eyes wide, with an incredible expression on his face.

"How could this be...Mr. Crouch has always been the most staunch resistance faction in the war against Voldemort more than ten years ago. How could he help Voldemort to trap Potter more than ten years later?" she questioned .

"But Professor Dracula's judgment is also very reasonable," Dumbledore thought for a moment, then nodded slightly and said, "If Barty is controlled by the Imperius Curse, then everything makes sense."

"No, he didn't fall under the Imperius Curse." Dracula shook his head, "The time Crouch explained the rules of the game to the warriors was enough for me to check his mental state... although his mental state seems to be true. Tired, but certainly not under control."

"If what Professor Dracula said is true, then it wouldn't be Batty who cast a spell on the Goblet of Fire..." Dumbledore fixed his eyes and changed his words, "I know Batty very well, he can't Do things for Voldemort."

"Albus, is there someone using Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Mr. Crouch?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"There is also a certain possibility, and I will investigate this matter." Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "However, Professor Dracula, there is another problem that is different from your inference..."

"After the welcome banquet last night, Batty and Bagman left the auditorium without stopping at all - he didn't have any time to tamper with the rules of the Goblet of Fire."

"Yeah, Crouch shouldn't have had the chance to cast the Confusion Curse on the Goblet of Fire...

..." Professor McGonagall frowned tightly, "The Goblet of Fire was always tightly sealed in the box before the banquet started. "

"What if Crouch had done something when the Ministry of Magic revised the number of participating schools?" Dracula asked.

"That's not right... The Goblet of Fire was revised under the witness of almost all senior officials, and Crouch also had no chance to tamper with it." Professor McGonagall shook his head.

"Is that so..." Dracula finally fell silent.

If judging by the time of the crime, Barty Crouch does have ample alibi...

"There is no need to be so pessimistic. In fact, we have other directions." Dumbledore's voice interrupted Dracula's thoughts, "In fact, there were people who were in charge of watching the Goblet of Fire throughout last night. Said Maybe he has some clue to tell us?"

He looked at a portrait hanging on the wall next to him, smiled and said, "Miss Violet, can I trouble you to call Mr. Argus Filch for me?"

The picture hanging on the wall is the fat lady's good friend. She accepted the principal's commission very excitedly, and ran to other portraits in the castle to find the Squib janitor.

"Mr. Filch, does he have anything to do with this?" Professor McGonagall looked confused.

"Ah, Minerva, of course I won't rest assured that students can freely cross the age line and sign up without anyone guarding them." Dumbledore laughed, "I ask Argus to take care of the Goblet of Fire for me." one night."

"If there are little wizards who try to cheat and cross the age line and get punished, he can also help send them to the school infirmary... The two little guys in front of the Wesley twins are Argus and sent to Madam Pomfrey of."

Not long after, Filch, the janitor, came to the room in front of the auditorium with a bucket of water and a rag.

"It's here, Mr. Principal!" Violet said happily on the wall.

"Thank you very much for your help, Miss Violet." Dumbledore smiled at the portrait, then looked towards the door, "Oh, Argus, put down the rag first, it doesn't have to be so hard. We have something we want ask you."

He inquired about what happened last night.

"Oh! Do you want to know how that Harry Potter threw his name into the Goblet of Fire?" Filch said a little excitedly, "I'm telling you, that troublemaker from Gryffindor He must have thrown it in secretly by himself, I know he has an invisibility cloak that can hide it from my eyes!"

"Argus, the invisibility cloak cannot hide from the age line!" Dumbledore corrected, "You just need to tell us what happened last night."

"Oh... yes, if you want to know." Filch seemed a little disappointed that he couldn't complain about the students, but out of respect for the principal, he still seriously talked about what happened last night:

"Not much really happened last night—"

"Several seventh-grade students put their names in, and the cup didn't move; there were also two low-grade students who didn't know what to do and wanted to sneak into the age line, and then grew a lot of white beards... I put them Two were sent to the school infirmary."

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"Is that all?" Dumbledore asked.

"That's all, Mr. Headmaster," Filch said. "If I ask you, looking at this Goblet of Fire is completely meaningless. Several Gryffindor brats sneaked out for night tours but I failed to catch them. As usual, there must be a few more students who are in confinement to help with life..."

"I see," Dumbledore nodded to Filch before letting him leave the room. "Thank you, Argus."

"What do you think?" he asked Dracula and Professor McGonagall.

"His opinion has no reference. It's just a squib, any student can play him around." Dracula shook his head with a smile, "If I'm the guy who wants to tamper with the Goblet of Fire, I'm sure I will check the surroundings first, and it is easy to find this guy who doesn't even have magic power."

"But according to Mr. Filch

, he saw nothing all night. "Professor McGonagall said, "Even if the figure can be blocked by the Illusion Curse, the color change of the magic flame in the Goblet of Fire cannot be hidden from people, so..."

"So it is very likely that Filch did it when he sent the two students to the school infirmary." Dumbledore said, "Argus was not present the whole time, and the person who tampered with the Goblet of Fire was probably Cast the Confusion Curse while he was away."

"So after discussing for a long time, we still haven't made any progress!" Dracula sneered.

"It's not that easy to find someone lurking in the dark." Dumbledore sighed, "Oh? Severus, what do you think?"

At this moment, Dumbledore was surprised to see that Snape, who had been sitting in his seat without saying a word from the beginning to the end, suddenly stood up.

"I don't have any opinion. I don't want to waste time here with you." Snape said coldly, "You might as well do something practical, such as adding a few more insurances for this match..."

"Mr. Principal, if you don't want the savior you fancy to die in the semi-finals, then I suggest you find someone who is responsible for security to look after you on the field... If you are too lazy to look for it, that's fine, I just happened to I've been bored recently, so I can help you with this."

Dracula gave Snape a surprised look.

"You want to be Potter's security?" he asked with interest.

"Like I said, I'm only willing to play a cameo as a security officer when I'm bored!" Snape said angrily, "I'm doing it for the honor of Hogwarts, not for that idiot Harry Potter!"

"Okay, okay, we know." Dracula teased with a playful expression, "I really can't see that you still have the potential to be a nanny."

"I told you, I didn't become a security officer just for Potter!" Snape growled sullenly.

"Severus, with your emotional stability, it's hard for me to trust you to be responsible for the safety of the game." Dumbledore said softly, "I'm afraid that you don't care about other people's life or death, only care about..."

"Enough!" Snape interrupted Dumbledore, "Since that's the case, whoever you like, I want to see how you end up if you let the warrior die in Hogwarts!"

After finishing speaking, he flicked his sleeves, opened the door and strode out, the long black cloak fluttering behind him.

Looking at this scene, Dracula gradually showed interest in his eyes.

"Dumbledore, is there really such a position as a security officer in this game?" he asked.

"It didn't exist originally, but what Severus said makes sense, we should indeed add such a position." Dumbledore said after thinking, "Severus is very capable, and he was a very suitable candidate ..."

"Unfortunately, his injustice is too famous in Hogwarts. I am a little worried about the emotions of Maxim and Karkaroff."

"If that's the case..." Dracula suddenly raised the corners of his mouth.

He looked at Snape's distant figure with the fluttering black cloak, and shouted to him:

"Snape, I'll take the position of security officer for you! Don't worry, with me here, those little guys will never have any problems."

Snape stopped in his tracks.