"Father, I didn't" The boy who was tied to the chair regained his state, and the actor-level acting skills immediately possessed him.

He screamed, "I didn't, I swear, father, I'm innocent, I just happened to be there, don't send me back to the Dementors."

The accusation continues. Mr. Crouch roared, his expression cold, "Frank Longbottom refuses to provide information, and you use the Diamond Heart Charm on his wife. Your plot is to resurrect the mysterious man and restore the violent life you lived during his reign. Now I'm going to ask the jury against the four of them."

"Mother," the boy shouted, and the skinny witch next to Crouch sobbed and swayed back and forth, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do that, not me!! ”

His mother cried even harder, wiping her tears with a handkerchief, but did not speak.

"Now I call to the jury," exclaimed Mr. Crouch, "to raise your hand if you share my opinion that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban." ”

The wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands in unison, a cruel expression of victory on their faces.

Naturally, these glances fell on the eyes of the trio.

Suddenly, Harry felt a little cold around him.

He tightened his clothes, and the cruel, excited, or gloating looks made him disgusted, or rather frightened.

Everyone's eyes were like noisy words, constantly slandering him.

For no apparent reason, a flame suddenly rose in Harry's heart.

He wanted a spell to kill all the guys around him.

"No—" Harry felt a palpitation, but in an instant, he came back to his senses.

Wait - what's wrong with him.

It's just Dumbledley's memory, it's his memory!

Harry admonished himself, then turned his head to look at Dumbledore in the past.

The old headmaster didn't raise his hand. He was one of the few wizards who didn't raise his hand.

He just watched calmly and didn't say anything.

"No Mother, no I didn't do it, not me, I don't know, don't send me there, stop him." Barty Crouch Jr. began screaming and echoing through the courtroom.

The Dementor slowly walked in again, and the boy's three companions silently rose from their chairs.

Bellatrix looked up and shouted to Crouch, "Hah! One day the dark magic will return, and when the time comes, he will know our loyalty, and you, all of you, will die! ”

Barty Crouch Jr. struggled to get rid of the Dementors, even though their cold suction was starting to work on him.

The audience laughed, and some stood up.

"I am your son." He shouted to Crouch, "Your son! ”

"You're not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes suddenly bulging outward, and his expression was hideous.

For the first time, he focused on Barty Crouch Jr. and shouted, "I don't have a son." ”

The skinny witch gasped and collapsed on the stool.

She fainted, and Crouch didn't seem to see it.

"Take them away." He roared at the Dementors, spitting stars, "Take them and let them rot there." ”

Barty Jr. was still struggling.

But to no avail, he was ruthlessly dragged down by the Dementors.

And the moment he was taken out of the courtroom, the scenery around him became blurred.

Then the trio's gaze jerked up, and a feeling of pressure in the water flooded their cheeks.

Then, the three of them flipped over and pulled out of the water.

When I came back to my senses, I was already in the principal's office.

Everything became familiar.

Meditation basins, chests, Gryffindor swords, and.

"Huh?"

"Professor!" The trio quickly stood up.

They just fell.

"We didn't mean to." Hermione was the first to explain. As a well-known and good student at Hogwarts, she didn't want to ruin her perfect image in the professor's heart, even though it was broken.

"Oh! Never mind. "Dumbledore had already returned.

He leaned against the cupboard next to the meditation basin, his eyes fixed on the water that glowed from the basin.

"Curiosity is what drives wizards forward. It's nothing. ”

There was not a hint of reproach in Dumbledore's voice.

"I think you should know, this meditation basin!" Dumbledore said, sitting down again, "Sometimes I feel like I have too many thoughts and memories in my head and need to use it to help sort it out." Pour the memories into a basin and take a good look at them when you have time. You know that in this state it is easier to see their form and their connection to each other. ”

Under the watchful eyes of the three of them, he pulled out a glass bottle from his arms.

Then pour the silvery liquid inside into the meditation basin.

The Elder Wand churned, and gradually the surface of the water reflected the attack that had just occurred.

That was clearly Percy's memory.

Of course, it didn't matter, what mattered was that two Umbridges appeared in his memory for some reason.

Or rather, two Barty Crouches.

"What's going on?" Ron's eyes widened, "Percy fainted?" ”

"I don't think so." Dumbledore said lightly.

"How can there be two Ministers of Magic?" Hermione also looked puzzled, she hadn't seen anyone in the woods just now.

"Yes, why?" Dumbledore took over, "This is the crux of the matter, it's clear that it's a conspiracy. ”

"Someone pretending to be the Minister of Magic?" Harry reacted, "Is that possible?" ”

He looked at Hermione to the side.

Conclusions were immediately drawn in mind.

Possible!

It's not hard to disguise yourself in the wizarding world, and Owen still fools people around all day long wearing a trumpet in women's clothes.

The Transfiguration Charm can do it.

And Hermione's Compound Decoction does even better.

On top of that, he'd also heard of something called Magus Disguise, which could easily disguise itself as someone else.

"Oh my God!" Ron let out an exclamation, "The current Barty Crouch is fake, so where is it really?" What do they want to do? ”

"Well—what is certain is that the one we see now is real." Dumbledore said flatly, his semicircular eyes flashing with a glimmer of insight into everything.

"If someone wants to pretend to be Crouch, it must be the person closest to him, and for a long time, that person must at least know Crouch very well. I think we can start an investigation with his subordinates or his friends. Miss Granger said that she had experience in disguise, after all, and that drinking the polyjuice decoction would not be all right.

Without the disguise of acting, it will be exposed in minutes, especially the Aurors.

It's normal for a young wizard to not know about Polyjuice Potion, but the Aurors know about it.

After all, during the war years, some people came up with this trick, disguised as someone else to do something unseemly, and even if they were discovered, they could blame others for the crime.

The Ministry of Magic has a whole set of solutions to such problems.

And the compound decoction can only maintain the deformation for an hour. With a little more patience, anyone can easily tell.

Unless there is a constant supply from someone.

"It's a problem-solving idea."

"Do you suspect it's Barty Crouch Jr.?" Hermione continued, "But isn't he dead?" ”

She looked at Ron.

Immediately, Ron spoke, "That's right, many people have seen his body. And magic has a professional coroner, and it is impossible for him to disguise death through any drugs and then mix it up. ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

Dumbledore frowned slightly, and pounded the thoughts in the basin with the tip of his staff.

Immediately a figure rose from the basin, a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old, with pale skin and freckles.

He was Barty Crouch Jr. of his younger age, with his legs still standing in the basin.

When he spoke, it echoed like Snape, as if it were coming from the depths of a stone basin.

"Yes, Professor, I have to get all twelve ordinary wizard level exams, and my father requires me to do it, so I want to apply for a time turner......" His face was proud, and his tone made the three of them think of Malfoy at once.

"He got twelve. L.？ Hermione, who was very sensitive to academic performance, immediately spoke. His eyes looked at the figure in the meditation basin in disbelief.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, "He's a very smart kid and very polite, with perfect marks in all his classes, and he's the best graduate of Hogwarts after Tom." I thought he would work for the Ministry of Magic, and his son would inherit his father's business......"

"Wow! Another Owen! Harry sighed.

His grades are not bad, but twelve. L. was still too difficult, first of all Potions class Snape would never have given him excellent.

"Well—it's still a little different." Dumbledore blinked, "Barty Crouch Jr. can get twelve. L., because he's good enough to get twelve, Owen—it's because. L. There are only twelve exams. ”

“.” Harry shut his mouth!

Gotcha - it seems that the world of the top students is the same as theirs, they are all divided into three, six, nine and so on!

Hearing this, Hermione inexplicably felt a sense of pride in her heart, but soon that pride turned into loneliness.

"The Professor." Harry hesitated suddenly, "I just read the memories of that trial, he was different from the other three Death Eaters, could it really be that he just happened to be in that place...... (At Lombard's house, the Death Eaters torture Neville's parents.) ）”

"What do you think?" Dumbledore looked at them.

"Me?" Harry was still hesitating, and he didn't know if he had been won over by Barty Crouch Jr.'s acting skills.

"What about you?" He looked at Hermione again.

"I don't know if he's innocent." Hermione shook her head, inexplicably thinking that if Owen was here, he must have known the truth of the matter.

"I don't think he's." Ron exclaimed, "Even if he hadn't tormented Neville's parents, he must have done other bad things, as the Death Eaters did, so his punishment was very reasonable." ”

The three of them had different answers, but Dumbledore did not say anything.

The silver light from the meditation basin illuminated Dumbledore's face, he looked so old.

"I sometimes think that there is a big problem with our educational philosophy." Dumbledore said slowly, "Teaching students only magic, not the principles of being human, has led to the emergence of so many dark wizards. Especially for the Slytherin students, they are very good, but it also means that they are more tempted and must be guided carefully......"

Unlike the other professors, Dumbledore cared about what the students were thinking, and always was.

Especially for those who were very gifted, he wanted to be able to lead them to the right path, and he considered it his responsibility.

But it's actually hard.

Even in the Muggle world, there are many examples of students going astray, let alone the wizarding world.

Black magic can really subtly change a person's personality.

That is, Owen can release black magic like eating and drinking, and he is completely unaffected by it.

Maybe it's because he's the Dark Lord in the first place, maybe it's because it's the heir's 'immunity'?

It seems that Dean Bridged is right, ancient magic is indeed innate.

There was silence in the office, silver memories churning like ribbons in the dark water.

"Have you eaten enough? Do you use a sandwich? After a long time, Dumbledore suddenly said, "It will be another hour before noon." ”

"Professor—" Harry looked up at Dumbledore.

His expression was a little hesitant, as if there was something unspeakable.

"What's the matter, Harry, do you have anything to tell me?"

"Yes, Professor." Harry said, "My scars hurt again, and I dreamed of Voldemort again. He seemed to be in a tall tower, with his servants. ”

"He gave someone an order to arrest someone."

Harry said slowly, Dumbledore's face didn't rise or fall much, he just listened quietly.

"I think the Death Eaters will definitely be coming to Hogwarts." He said.

"Oh?" Dumbledore said calmly, "Did you see or hear anything?" ”

"No, no." Harry shook his head, "I'just—"

"I just feel like they're coming back, and I don't know why." His green eyes were filled with confusion, as if a faint layer of smoke obscured his vision, "Professor, I. . . Why can I see this? ”

"Sometimes I feel like I've become a different person, and strange thoughts always pop up in my head for no apparent reason."

Hearing this, Dumbledore looked at Harry carefully.

After a long while, he slowly spoke, "I only have one guess, just a guess. Not entirely sure. I think your scar hurts when Voldemort gets close to you, or when he has a particularly strong desire for revenge, because that unsuccessful spell binds you to him. ”

"This scar unites me with Voldemort?" Harry was startled.

"You should know that this is not an ordinary scar," Dumbledore said.

In his third year, Dumbledore confirmed that Harry's scar contained Voldemort's soul.

As they destroyed more and more Horcruxes.

The Ravenclaw tiara, the Slytherin lockbox, and the notebook.

And he got the news of a Horcrux.

It can be said that Dumbledore doesn't pay much attention to Voldemort anymore.

At present, what matters is the outer gods hidden on the dark side of the world.

Now he was worried about how to tell Harry the truth.

Tell him that you have to be killed by Voldemort.

This made Dumbledore hesitate several times, he could no longer afford to lose another student's life in order to make up for a mistake in the past, and he kept thinking about whether there was a way to have the best of both worlds, a way to protect Harry's soul but allow Voldemort to kill his own part of his soul.

So far, he hadn't come up with any good ideas, maybe Owen kid would have some idea, but—

"Professor, do you think that dream is real?" Harry continued.

"Possibly," Dumbledore said, "Chances are, Harry, maybe he's carrying out his evil plans around the corner." ”

"What do you think he wants?" Harry frowned and said, "Last year, Owen told me that Voldemort had been helped by that evil god, and that he had recovered his body, so what else could he want?" What else is he afraid of? ”

Suddenly, Harry's eyes rolled, "Professor, Voldemort doesn't want to spend time with you, does he?" ”

He suddenly remembered what Owen had said years ago.

What - to be a glorious and so on party

This roughly means that Voldemort has achieved immortality, and Dumbledore is over a hundred years old.

The lifespan of wizards is only two or three hundred years, and if Voldemort finds another chance to poison Dumbledore or something.

He could have waited for the death of his biggest rival before making waves.

"Oh!" Dumbledore suddenly looked at him curiously, his light blue eyes glinting.

"Consume it with me?"

"Ahem—you're a lot older than Voldemort." Harry rubbed his head, a little embarrassed, and said tactfully.

"No—" Dumbledore smiled slightly, "you don't know him, Tom isn't the patient type. Whatever he wants, he has to get it right away. Otherwise, he wouldn't have lost so quickly in the first wizarding war, would he? ”

"But—but what else does he want?" Ron interjected, "He's all that strong, the Daily Prophet says he's the most powerful Dark Wizard of all time, and he's killed death, hasn't he?" ”

"That's right." Dumbledore turned his head to look at Ron, and behind his semicircular glasses, a puzzled light flashed, "What else does he want?" ”

The old headmaster's gaze fell on Harry's face, his forehead, the scar to be exact.

Suddenly, it was like a shooting star in the night.

He understood something right away.

yes - what else could Tom have to worry about?

There are probably only two things in this world that he wants most now, one is the magic of love in Harry, and the other is probably ancient magic.

Suddenly, Dumbledore looked at Hermione again.

The corners of his mouth involuntarily rose, and he finally knew why the Goblet of Fire was spitting out Miss Granger's name.

(End of chapter)