The council chamber on the first floor was unlike any other, and just looking at the rough décor around it made it impossible to associate it with the resplendent Ministry of Magic.

The cold rocks are only rough polished, and the uneven walls have a primitive feel.

The overall gray and cold style also makes the hall look particularly solemn and solemn.

On the circular staircase, stood a group of older-looking wizards and wizards, many of them in the Ministry of Magic, dressed in Wizengamot uniforms with scrutiny and curiosity in their eyes.

Barty Crouch's appointment was reluctantly approved, and it took a few heated arguments and discussions before narrowly defeating Susan Bones and Scrimgeur.

Dumbledore stood at the front of the crowd, looking at Barty Crouch with blazing eyes, he was curious about what Crouch had just taken office, and Crouch couldn't wait to convene the Supreme Council of Wizengamot.

If his proposal passes, it is fine, but if it does not, it will be a great blow to his prestige.

Well, Tofford's blessing, my Lord Wizengamot is still here, and Dumbledore suddenly remembered the little man who had gone the wrong way, and he had been trembling for a year before he dared to hold the first meeting of the Wizengamot.

It was still a matter of little controversy.

Speaking of Fudge Dumbledore, Fudge has not had a good time lately, although he has repeatedly claimed that he has suffered a Imperius curse, but the people don't seem to buy it, to be honest, he might as well say that he has been bewitched.

As the British Minister of Magic, isn't it a great humiliation to be controlled by the Imperius Curse?

This was a fatal blow to the authority of the Ministry of Magic.

At this time, Fudge had forgotten all the authority, prestige, and the like that he had been talking about every day.

"Honorable members of the Wizengamot—" Crouch's voice echoed through the hall.

The clerk opened the huge book in front of him, and the quill flew up automatically, ready to record the minister's speech.

Dressed in fuchsia robes with a delicate silver "W" embroidered on their left chest, the wizards straightened up slightly, showing some respect to the newly appointed Minister of Magic.

"I'm here today, as Minister of Magic, and I want to tell you"

Crouch's voice suddenly became high-pitched:

"Look at everyone, look at our wizarding world, I see cowardice in your faces, I see fear of Death Eaters!

Ever since I heard that the self-proclaimed demon king of the wizard had been resurrected, the pride of the wizard was gone!

The Death Eaters are riding on our necks, trampling on our dignity, the dignity of one of the most powerful wizarding nations on the continent! ”

Barty Crouch walked off the stage, waving his hands, looking angry and sad:

"Look what they did, kidnapping the little wizard, kidnapping the little wizard's family, and what did we do?

Nothing was done!

There was even an order forbidding our Aurors to attack!

It's a shame!

That means we're scared! ”

There was a buzzing cacophony on the Wizengamot, and the high-ranking members had a variety of looks on their faces, some approving, some opposing, some disdainful, some angry.

But what they all had in common was that they all wanted to hear what Crouch had to say next.

"You may say: Mr. Crouch, I just need to live safely with my family.

Yes – you're right, life is just too important.

But I'm going to tell you.

There is one thing in this world that is more important than life, and that is dignity! ”

If Zhang Xiao is here, looking at Crouch with the same mustache and hairstyle as a certain failed art student, it is estimated that he will call him an expert.

It's a pity that Zhang Xiao is not here, Crouch stretched out a finger to the sky and roared:

"As long as the British skies are still under the shadow of darkness, our battle will not stop!

As long as those Death Eaters continue to run rampant on our land, our dignity will not exist! ”

The noise in the Wizengamot grew louder and louder, and the entire huge conference hall was filled with only their discussions, arguing so fiercely that they completely forgot about the occasion.

So much so that Susan Bones, who was presiding over the meeting, had to bang the gavel in front of her hard:

"Silence! Quiet! ”

Dumbledore sat comfortably in his seat, oblivious to the noise around him.

It's funny, Crouch is still the same as he was more than a decade ago, aggressive, tough, and determined not to bow to Voldemort.

However, Dumbledore shook his head secretly, of course it was necessary to remain tough on the Death Eaters, but more importantly, to find Tom's remaining Horcruxes, if the Horcruxes were not removed, his shadow would always exist in everyone's hearts.

Susan Bones managed to quiet the room again, and she looked at the new minister solemnly:

"Crouch, Your Excellency, please pay attention to your speaking time, and announce your new initiative as soon as possible so that the review can be reviewed!"

Barty Crouch nodded at her very gracefully:

"Of course, here's what I want to say."

He walked up to everyone and opened his arms:

"Dear members of the Wizengamot, it's only been ten years, and the regression of the wizarding world is about to hurt my heart.

When did one of the criteria for our Aurors be to be proficient in the use of the Iron Armor Charm?

Friends, once when the battle against the Dark Lord was at its fiercest, our Aurors were able to even face that Demon King and escape many times, such as the Longbottom couple. ”

Many of the members immediately remembered the story of the Longbottoms who had confronted the mysterious man three times and escaped from the mysterious man three times.

It is precisely because of the contrast that Crouch's following words are more and more deafening:

"I'm ashamed of the weakness of the wizarding world right now! Adult wizards don't know anything but some common magic.

And this kidnapping of the little wizard—"

Dumbledore's eyes narrowed, and Crouch paused:

"The little wizards of Hogwarts are so well protected that they have lost their vigilance, and there is a motto in the wizarding world - don't trust anything that thinks, unless you can see where its brain is. (Laughter comes from Wizengamot)"

"I'm also here to let you know that don't trust anything that's free unless you figure out why it's free."

Dumbledore's long beard trembled, and rightly so.

Crouch concludes with a paragraph:

"Friends, if you want to change the atmosphere of the wizarding world, you have to start with the little wizards, we need to change this covetous atmosphere, their lives should be full of passion in addition to Quidditch and candy!

They need to learn to fight, learn how to use what they've learned, not just wave their wands stupidly! ”

This time the buzz was much quieter, and many wizards muttered in approval and even Dumbledore wanted to slap him twice.

Susan Bones tapped the gavel on the table again and asked:

"So—Your Excellency, what is your proposal?"

Barty Crouch drew his wand and waved it in the air, and a large number of brilliant points of light erupted from his wand, flying in the air to form a huge wooden cup that looked rather rudimentary:

"Let the Goblet of Fire burn again!"

"Goblet of Fire? You're going to reconvene the Triwizard Tournament? ”

Some of the younger wizards (under a hundred years old) were still wondering what this ugly-looking cup was, but some of the older wizards shouted excitedly.

It's a triwizard tournament! An ancient game that has been interrupted for more than a hundred years!

The boiling sound gathered in the hall, even if you didn't know the Goblet of Fire, but the name of the Triwizard Tournament was so loud that just a little recall of its content made people tremble with excitement.

Think about it, each school chooses one warrior, and three warriors compete in three magic projects.

Test their magical talents, strengths, guts, theories, reasoning abilities, and ability to overcome danger.

Finally win the Goblet of Fire, it's a romance for wizards and a great event for all of Europe!

In the wizarding world, where there is no entertainment, those wizards will go crazy for it!

That's what Barty is for?

It was through the Triwizard Tournament that the fighting spirit of the little wizards was stimulated?

Even wizards who have a lot of criticism of Barty Crouch have to admit at this moment that compared to Fudge's straw bag, Crouch's ability doesn't know how many streets to throw him out!

Dumbledore finally showed a serious expression for the first time, he looked at the floating point of light in front of him, the Goblet of Fire?

He pondered until Barty Crouch pierced through the noise with his slightly hoarse voice:

"No, not the top three, but the whole world!"

All sounds vanished in an instant, as if a mute had been cast.

The bigwigs of the Wizengamot looked at Barty Crouch on the stage in amazement, as if they were looking at some kind of monster.

Does he know what he's talking about?

Worldwide? How much effort does it take, and how many ministries of magic need to be coordinated?

Did he think it was something simple? Does he understand it or not?

Oh. Crouch was previously the director of the International Cooperation Division, but even that was too much, right?

Dumbledore muttered to himself, "Quidditch World Cup."

Sure enough, Crouch's voices rang out together:

"In a few months, it's time for us to host the Quidditch World Cup, and next month, the Ministries of Magic from the five continents will be sending people, and that's the best time to discuss!"

The hall was silent, just the next moment.

Thunderous applause.

The young wizards poured out of the classroom in a noisy of all this, barely visible from what had happened before.

The group of jolly little wizards relieved themselves and took the incident as an interesting thing to discuss, and began to exchange interesting stories about their underground cells.

"There was nothing in my cell, and as soon as I woke up, I saw his (classmate's) face in front of my eyes, his mouth still pouting, saying what to breathe for me, I learned it in Muggle school!"

A little wizard spat on his 'terrifying moments', and his friend's face turned red and he shouted something that was taught in school, much to the surprise of the other little wizards.

The little wizard with a skeleton in one of the cells was the focus of attention, telling the story of being in the same room with the skeleton again and again.

Not only did he not seem afraid, but he was quite excited.

There were also many young wizards who tried to ask Harry what had happened, but Harry immediately fell into a depression when he heard the question, which was all too rare.

This abnormal attitude also made the little wizard more and more curious, and there were always people who took the trouble to ask, Ron had fought several times over this matter, and Hermione warned everyone harshly.

But the reason why people are complicated is that many people's brain circuits are different from others.

Some of the students of the extreme pure-blood family, apparently learning something from their elders, followed the example of Vernon at the end, with his arms outstretched like a clown, making a strange expression, and then one of them went up and kicked him.

He made an exaggerated ugly gesture and lay on his stomach on the ground, and the others laughed maniacally and stepped forward to make some insulting gestures.

Others pretended to touch their tears and sang songs out of tune:

"Uncle, uncle, where are you, Potter is going home~"

It's just that this time it was Malfoy who stood up, and he bluntly said that these scum didn't deserve to be in 'Slytherin', which was a great insult to the school's reputation.

When the little wizards grim their faces and say that traitors will not end well, Malfoy subtly says, 'He wants to be a good Slytherin more than a dog'.

broke the defense in an instant, but after seeing Malfoy shrink behind Zhang Xiao immediately after scolding, those unbearable humiliations immediately became acceptable.

They left with a low curse, but Harry was confused, because he only knew that Vernon was dead, but the exact circumstances were not clear.

In fact, aside from the Death Eaters, even Dumbledore didn't know what was going on.

But Malfoy knew that the Wall-Riders were never the preserve of one person, and that there were Death Eaters who were quietly revealing unimportant information to Lucius, like Vernon's story.

In the mouths of wizards, it may have been just a Muggle story, as Lucius had told Malfoy as a legend.

Malfoy didn't spread the word, he kept his mouth shut, the proud young master knew how irritating this incident was for Potter's 'scarred head'.

The noise finally calmed down, and when night fell, the moon gradually hung on the branches, Zhang Xiao sat by the roaring fireplace, hesitated for a while, and still took out the clairvoyant mirror.

After connecting it, I heard a slightly tired voice over there:

"Xiaoxiao, morning. Oh, it's night over there. ”

Tired Zhang Xiao's heart suddenly jumped, a person of this level as his parents, when they can't relieve their fatigue after a day of rest, most of them will consume a lot.

"Mom and Dad, what's going on in China?"

————————————————————————————————————————

1. Commuter pass 2. Recommended ticket

Things should be solved, and it can only be really useful to 'ask someone to ask about the situation'

(End of chapter)