Hogwarts: I am Harry's eldest cousin

Rufus Scrimgeour:

"I'll give you another week. You must resolve this matter."

After saying that, he kicked the other person out of the office without caring whether he could do it or not.

"The rest of you come with me to Hogwarts, I need to see Dumbledore."

Fudge's face looked extremely bad at this time.

"Are you sure you want to visit Professor Dumbledore now?"

A director from an unknown department asked, the current time is 5:50 in the morning, which is normally the time for rest.

"What's not allowed?"

Fudge glared fiercely at the man who spoke, who was obviously scared.

Only Dumbledore or Dudley can help him, no one else is reliable.

"But."

The other people in the room looked at Fudge in his pajamas with strange expressions, but Fudge himself seemed to be unaware.

Just then, there were three knocks on the door of the office. After getting Fudge's approval, the door was opened and the person who came in was Percy holding a set of clothes: "Minister Fudge, these are your clothes."

Percy handed the clothes to Fudge respectfully.

This act of giving a pillow when someone is sleepy undoubtedly won Fudge great favor.

He patted Percy's shoulder vigorously to encourage him: "Well done, Percy. You are worthy of being my secretary."

He really likes his secretary more and more, he is becoming more and more adept at doing things, and he is becoming more and more dependent on him. He can always make plans in advance for everything.

After a while, Fudge, who had changed his clothes, led a group of Ministry of Magic officials and appeared in the principal's office of Hogwarts.

They were received by Dumbledore, who was wearing half-moon pajamas.

The old house of the Gaunt family.

"It's that feeling again. It's coming again!" From the other side of the sofa, the hoarse voice that Harry found extremely familiar sounded, hoarse and sharp.

"Someone was just spying on us, Wormtail."

"Master. Master, no no no. Maybe."

A stuttering voice sounded, the tone very scared.

The owner of this voice was Peter Pettigrew, the Wormtail who had narrowly escaped from Azkaban.

"Why not?!"

The voice came from the other end of the sofa again: "No matter who they are, I will deal with them just like I dealt with those Aurors. Wormtail, all you have to do is deal with their bodies."

At this time, the sofa and the table chair slowly turned around, and a goblin was sitting inside, and a voice that was completely inconsistent with his appearance was coming out of his mouth.

"As you command, my great master."

Wormtail knelt down in front of the 'goblin' and said respectfully.

"It won't be long before I come again."

The 'fairy' said meaningfully.

"Contact that guy. I want to know how the plan is going."

Chapter 312 You are the Dark Lord's most loyal child

In the Hogwarts classroom and dormitory, Moody was carefully preparing the Polyjuice Potion. Suddenly, the flame in the fireplace automatically started to burn, but the faint green light it emitted told others that this was no ordinary flame.

The green flames formed a human face, a disgusting fat face.

"what is that?"

Fat Face spoke.

"What else could it be? Polyjuice Potion, of course. Have you lost your brain too, Wormtail?"

Moody didn't even raise his head and continued to configure

"Aren't you afraid of being discovered by others?"

Fat Face spoke again.

"No one wants to visit a crazy old lunatic. I'm much more cautious than you."

Moody put the last bit of material into the crucible with a mocking smile on his face, then turned to the other party with a sharp look: "You are making it easier for me to be discovered by doing this"

"Through the fireplace. Don't you know that the headmaster of Hogwarts is Dumbledore? You fool."

Although he was called an idiot, Fat Face was not angry. Instead, he said helplessly, "I have no choice, Little Barty. It was our king who asked me to do this. He knows a secret way of communication that Dumbledore will not find out."

"You have no right to call me that," Moody snapped.

Peter said quickly: "I'm sorry, Crouch."

"I don't want to hear that last name."

This time the voice was even louder than before, and it was filled with extreme disgust, as if he hated this surname deeply.

Peter:.

His eyes rolled and he immediately came up with a new story.

"The Dark Lord's most loyal child."

Hearing this name, Moody showed a satisfied smile on his face.

Peter finally breathed a sigh of relief and praised himself for his cleverness.

He knew that the guy in front of him was not his true face, but his appearance after taking Polyjuice Potion. He was Voldemort's most loyal and trusted subordinate - Barty Crouch Jr., a powerful dark wizard who was taught the dark arts by Voldemort himself. He once said that the relationship between him and Voldemort was deeper than that of a real father and son, and Voldemort himself did not refute it after knowing it.

"How is the plan going? The Dark Lord wants to know the progress," Peter asked quickly.

He wanted to shout "Your father wants to know the progress", but after thinking it over, he didn't dare to ask.

Voldemort did not refute but he also did not admit it.

Peter, who was cautious by nature, didn't dare to do that.

"It's going pretty well. He's currently ranked second, and the first is his brother, the Mudblood who was born in a Muggle family."

Moody said very naturally, and after seeing Peter's slightly anxious expression, he continued: "Don't worry, I will personally fight in this last game, and Harry Potter will definitely get first place."

"That's good, that's good."

After receiving a positive response from Little Barty, Peter on the other end heaved a sigh of relief.

"If these are all you have, let's end this conversation here. Every second you stay here, I'm in greater danger of being exposed."

Moody said impatiently, and without waiting for Peter to answer, he waved his wand and the green flame in the fireplace disappeared without a trace.

On the other side, looking at the extinguished fireplace, Peter's face looked very bad, but he did not dare to get angry. He just stayed there for a few seconds and then left.

Damn 'little Barty', sooner or later I'll let you know how powerful Lord Wormtail is.

After the call was disconnected, Moody paused and looked at the fireplace. After making sure that the other party would not look for him again, he immediately walked towards the principal's office on crutches.

"Pile of cockroaches."

After the command was given, the statue's eyes glowed and slowly moved away, and the passage leading to the principal's office opened. Moody walked in, muttering to himself as he walked.

'Dumbledore's passwords are getting weirder and weirder.'

After a while, he arrived at the principal's office.

Dumbledore, who was sitting at his desk, had a tired look on his face. He had just sent Fudge away, and before he had rested for long, Moody came again.

"What's the hurry? Alastor."

Moody looked at Dumbledore solemnly and said, "Peter just found me."

These words lifted Dumbledore's spirits and swept away all the fatigue in his body. He looked at Moody seriously and asked, "What did he say?"

Moody told Dumbledore about the conversation that had just taken place in the classroom and dormitory. The two talked for a while, and then Dumbledore took out his wand and waved it, and a silver phoenix flew out of the office.

After a while, the door of the principal's office was pushed open again, and Dudley walked in wearing a set of black pajamas.

"Professor, is there anything that can't be discussed the next day? It's very late now, and it will seriously affect the study the next day."

"As a student, especially one under 20 years old, poor sleep quality will have a great impact on memory."

Dudley's first sentence made Moody want to complain. Your learning progress has far surpassed that of ordinary wizards. As an old Auror who has been retired for many years, he has almost nothing to teach you. It is very likely that you can only learn by yourself.

But in order to maintain his image as a professor, he said nothing.

Dumbledore blinked. Why did this sentence sound so familiar? It seemed like someone had said this before.

"There's news from Peter." Dumbledore spoke again. He looked at Dudley, who had once again flattened his chair, and his mouth twitched slightly. "Tom can't bear it anymore."

Then he repeated what Moody had just told him.

I don't know if it was because of Dudley, but Dumbledore also started calling Voldemort Tom.

There's nothing wrong with it, after all, it's the person's original name.

If the other party knows about this kind of revelation, there is a high probability that they will turn against you instantly.

Tom Tom Tom is such an ordinary name.

"Dudley, what do you think about this?"

"Just sit and watch." Dudley looked up at him and said, "The easiest and most appropriate way is to tell the Ministry of Magic, tell them all about Senior Tom's conspiracy, and notify the Aurors to handle the matter."

"After all, they are the law enforcement department of the wizarding world. Their main responsibility is to deal with dark wizards, and they are professional."

Logically, there was nothing wrong with what Dudley said, but when he said this, the former Auror Moody's face changed slightly. Dumbledore's face remained calm, but he was waiting for Dudley's next words.

It can be seen that neither of them trusts the Aurors to handle this matter.

Even Barty Jr. was not handed over to the Aurors or the Ministry of Magic, but instead used the other party's trick against him.

Dudley did not disappoint them.

"It's a pity that the Ministry of Magic is not trustworthy. There are Death Eaters everywhere in every department, and the strength of the Aurors is... too unsatisfactory."

Chapter 313 I heard that Senior Tom is very obsessed with 'Seven'

"Too unsatisfactory" is already a very euphemistic way of saying it. If it weren't for the fact that Moody, the former Auror, was there and he wanted to give him face, Dudley would have said something like 'These idiots in the Auror Office may not be able to beat our fourth-year students'.

The key point is that this is probably the fact. With the progress of fourth graders, they are well-known for being the hardest-working students in Hogwarts. Now they are also learning Durmstrang's magic. Their knowledge reserves are not comparable to those wizards who have just become Aurors.

Before Dudley entered Hogwarts, there was no Duelist Club. In a sense, these young wizards who graduated from Hogwarts had basically zero practical experience.

A pure academic wizard

The key to entering the Auror examination is to only look at grades and knowledge reserves, not actual combat experience.

Many people are strong in theory but weak in practice.

Imagine a group of Aurors with no actual combat experience rushing onto the battlefield, facing a group of murderous and vicious dark wizards.

To say that delivering food to them is to look down on them.

The reason why the Auror's injuries are so high is largely due to the lack of practical lessons.

The only good thing Lockhart did in his entire second year was to open a Duelist Club and give it to Dudley to run regularly.

Except for a few elite Aurors, the other Aurors really can't beat the little wizards who would duel for no reason.

"From what I understand, a team of Aurors is missing."

Dudley spoke again, and the news made both Dumbledore and Moody frown.

They had no doubt about the accuracy of the news. Dumbledore had just been informed by Fudge, and the fact that Moody Dudley could tell them meant that it was confirmed news.

Although Aurors were belittled by Dudley as being worthless, every wizard who becomes an Auror is great. They are the ones fighting on the front line against dark wizards.

Each of them has a dream.

There are not many wizards who want to become Aurors every year, and even fewer wizards who can actually pass the training to become Aurors.