Hogwarts Blood Wizard

In the face of the tough law enforcement Auror, Crouch didn't mean to resist, but he was relieved, and he extended his hands to let a few people shack him, and even asked casually.

"It seems that you finally figured it out, Connelly, are you planning to arrest me on charges of favoritism?"

"It was suspected of murdering Bertha Jorkins! She has been missing for almost a year, and you are the last to see her!" Fudge said sharply.

Crouch's expression instantly froze, and he looked at Fudge in disbelief."I think Dumbledore should have explained it to you. I just used a powerful oblivion spell on Bertha Jorkins, and then she went all the way to Romania, the mysterious man..."

"The mysterious man killed her?" Fudge first said what Crouch wanted to say, and then continued."Who knows if you are lying? I would rather believe that you want to push all this to the mysterious person!"

"It just so happens that there is a corpse with an invisible face. I suspect that she is Bertha Jorkins!" Fudge indifferently told the Auror to take the scorched corpse away.

Dumbledore watched the movements of Fudge and the Aurors, a little anger appeared on his face, he knew that he might not be counting on the help of the Ministry of Magic.

"Ah! I almost forgot..." Fudge led someone to the door, suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at Ivan."Halse, if I'm not mistaken, you should have been there at the time, and you just found this corpse, right? So you should follow along and make a transcript."

Ivan laughed at Fudge's remarks. How could he fail to see that Fudge was threatening him and wanted him to make a false testimony to completely characterize this incident as Crouch's murder of Bertha Jorkins.

Otherwise, it is not that he happened to find the corpse but that he and Crouch participated in the murder...

But Ivan is not scared, he is very clear about his reputation in the magical world, plus Dumbledore is here, it is not so easy for Fudge to justify himself, so he speaks mercilessly. Sneered.

"I think you need to make up for the relevant knowledge, Minister Fudge!"

"Little Barty died of suicide. You only need to use the flashback spell to test the wand he used to understand this. It has nothing to do with me or Mr. Crouch!"

"In addition, I need to remind the Minister that even if you can't see your face, professionals can tell the age and gender of a person based on his bones!

The difference between the male and female pelvis is the most obvious feature. If you are willing to explain to the dead at the scene, you will immediately know that the dead is actually a wizard, not the so-called Bertha Jorkins!

The existing genetic technology of Muggles can also help you confirm his identity. As long as you send it for testing, the Muggles will accurately tell you that the corpse in front of you is Mr. Crouch's son Barty!"

Ivan analyzed it, then looked at Fudge with contempt and spoke."Excuse me, do you have any questions that I need to help answer?"

Fudge was choked directly, and couldn't reply for a long time.

"Hals is right." Moody also said in help at this time."I heard Crouch said that Aurors followed when his son was buried, and I must be able to find the exact burial site of the body. If you don't believe me, you can dig up the grave to take a look and confirm it further!"

"That was more than ten years ago, who will remember the specific location where it was buried..." Fudge shook his head and replied impatiently.

"If they happen to forget, my penis can help them remember!" Dumbledore said suddenly, blocking Fudge's last excuse.

But this also successfully angered Fudge. He looked at Dumbledore, then turned his gaze to Ivan, Moody, and Harry, his expression gradually becoming a little ugly.

"Very good...very good! It seems that you are determined to go against me, right?" Fudge said angrily.

"The only thing I want to deal with is Voldemort! It's not that difficult to find out the truth if you want, Connelly." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

"I will send someone to investigate the whole thing! There is a meditation basin in the Ministry of Magic, and you don't need your help!" Fudge said through gritted teeth, and then looked at Umbridge and the others.

"let's go!"

Hearing that, the Aurors were relieved, they didn't want to stay here for a moment, and hurriedly brought Crouch and Barty's corpses to follow.

When this group of people walked out of the principal's room, the room suddenly became empty.

"Professor Dumbledore, shall we just let them take Mr. Crouch?" Ivan is worried that Fudge will kill people directly after he returns. There is a precedent in the original time and space.

"Don't worry, Hals, Batty will be fine." Dumbledore said relievedly.

"If he had the guts to kill Batty, he wouldn't be afraid to be like that!" Moody sneered.

Crouch's identity is very unusual. He is a pure-blood wizard himself. He was the former director of the Executive Department. He has a lot of friends at the Ministry of Magic. Fudge must go through a formal trial if he wants to convict him.

Thinking of this, Moody turned to look at Dumbledore, and suddenly asked without thinking."Regret it? Albus?"

Dumbledore was silent. Of course he knew what Moody was asking. The current Minister of Magic Fudge was the one he had recommended...

"If you had happily accepted the position of Minister of Magic, there will be so many things now..." Moody grumbled dissatisfiedly.

After the Wizarding War ended, the Ministry of Magic had sent people to Hogwarts more than a dozen times to ask Dumbledore to be the Minister of Magic, but all were rejected, so Fudge was finally elected.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, Alastor!" Dumbledore didn't want to talk more on this topic, turning the topic, looking at Harry, let him repeat the experience in the dream.

Harry nodded, remembering hard, trying to explain everything he saw through the snake's perspective as carefully as possible.

Dumbledore pondered for a long time, and his expression became very solemn when he heard that Voldemort was preparing to slaughter the entire Muggle village to restore his strength.

"Do you think that will be true?" Harry asked nervously.

"It's possible that some advanced black magic rituals require death sacrifices." Dumbledore's brows were tightly locked together. Compared with this, what made him care more about was who Voldemort learned about Jie. The news of Batty's death...