A violent inhalation sounded in the conference room. The witch who had just asked for a discount on her granddaughter about the new product slid directly from the chair to the ground. He stood up cursingly, but no one cared about him. The room was like a vegetable market, and even Professor Machiban looked at Dumbledore in surprise.

"Are you sure he's really back? Dumbledore, I mean... really back?" said Amelia Bones' face under monocles.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly, Ms. Bones's stiff body relaxed, and her two thick eyebrows returned to their proper positions.

"So, we still have time to prepare." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"The premise is that we cannot turn a blind eye and pretend that nothing has happened."

"Enough, Dumbledore!" Fudge shouted, his face turned purple and spitting, but he seemed to have no idea. "Don't promote the atmosphere of horror! There is no evidence that he is really back... or there is a sign of coming back!"

"The evidence is already under your nose, Fudge, you just need to lower your head and look calmly for a few seconds," Dumbledore said.

"Where?"

"Batty Crouch"

"Ahhh! I knew you were going to say this!" Forge pulled the collar roughly, his face and neck changed color due to anger. He stood up, his dome hat was pinched down by him, and he waved his arms excitedly. "Gentlemen, ladies, let me tell you about the so-called evidence, you will know how ridiculous it is."

The members of Wiesengamor stared and watched Foggy walk around the conference room and speak loudly.

"Batty Crouch! I didn't want to say that it was involved in a scandal, but the former director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department committed serious malfeasance twelve years ago, and took out his damn Death Eater son from prison and hid everyone!Batty Crouch used compound decoction to replace his wife and son, but the dementor failed to find out...I admit that there is a loophole in Azkaban, and we are considering adding a waterfall to wash away all the magic spells and compound decoctions."

Fudge stopped suddenly. He grabbed his dome hat with one hand and put the other on the chair and shouted: "Think about how crazy he was, he committed murder more than ten years ago. He was so... evil! Not much better than those Death Eaters."

"Connelly," Amelia frowned, "Batty did something wrong, but according to his testimony, his wife was in danger at the time, and Barty could not stand his wife's last plea."

"More than that!" Fudge interrupted her, "Barty Crouch committed more than this crime, and he also drove his son crazy with his own hands!"

The conference room was quiet, with only Foggy's heavy breathing sounds. He was like a dangerous gladiator. They were not in the room of the Ministry of Magic, but in the ancient gladiatorium. Foggy was always ready to fight anyone who dared to emerge.

He welcomed his opponent, Dumbledore crossed his hands on the table, looked at Foggy with interest, and said softly: "Exotic view! Foggy, I am becoming more and more interested in what you think in your mind, I will listen carefully."

Fudge seemed to be furious by Dumbledore's calm expression, and then his voice became louder, as if he had used a spell.

"I also have evidence, Dumbledore, if you choose to believe Barty Crouch, you must believe everything about him. Is that true?" Foggy showed a strange smile on his face. He had made a lot of preparations for the day, and he spoke very smoothly at this moment.

His little eyes were staring at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore looked at him without hesitation. Dumbledore's body seemed to exude an indescribable force, and Fudge took the initiative to look away.

"Soul-Snatching Curse... That's right, everyone, have you ever thought about how Barty Crouch controls his son? In order not to expose his crimes, he continued to climb up the Ministry of Magic, and he personally imposed the Soul-Snatching Curse, which restricted Crouch little in the invisibility cloak for a full twelve years!"

"He deserves his sins, that little Death Eater!" Professor Machiban whispered. "He was involved in torture of the Longbottoms, and it was extremely evil if it weren't for Felix," she glanced at the side quickly. "The poor couple was still alive in St. Mungo."

"I know." Fudge said impatiently, "I promise you that I don't sympathize with the Death Eater at all. My uncle died in war, and I hate them as much as you do! I just want to tell you that Barty Crouch has been crazy, and has long been crazy. He is different from what you imagined. What will the heart of a person who has used the unforgivable spell for twelve consecutive years? Hum?"

Felix looked at Fudge in surprise. He could actually think of this breakthrough. As for the effect, looking at the shocked wizards, you will know that Batty Crouch's reputation has been completely over, and no one will sympathize with him in the future.

However, thinking of Dumbledore finding him yesterday, he knew that Dumbledore was also ready.

"So you ask me what happened? It's a tragedy," Fudge said with a heavy expression. "The father used his power for personal gain and used the soul-taking spell to control his own son for his own rights. Finally, his son went crazy under the influence of the spell, and was completely crazy enough. He imagined that there was another voice in his mind, and that the mysterious man was not dead, but no matter what, he got rid of the control of the spell, and instead, he controlled his father!"

"The spell messed up Little Crouch's mind. In the past six months, he pretended to have accepted the command of the mysterious man, pretended to be still serving the mysterious man, sneaked into Hogwarts, and tortured his father. All of this was imagined by him."

Felix breathed a sigh of relief. He had a new understanding of Froggy's character. Froggy's stubbornness and stubbornness opened his eyes. Froggy's strategy was also very convincing. First, he exposed Crouch's crimes, turned Crouch into a de facto dangerous criminal, and found a basis for the rationality of Crouch's behavior. Although there are still many flaws, it is already a qualified story. If you guess correctly, Froggy will destroy all Crouch's testimony next.

"Batty Crouch is crazy!" Fudge shouted, "He was suffering severely when he appeared again, mentally and physically!" He looked at Amelia Bones, "You know this, right?"

"Batty Crouch did suffer inhuman torture, but" Ms. Bones spoke cautiously.

"The St. Mungo's men also confirmed his situation!" Fudge immediately looked at Dorothea Poham, "Your...that therapist, he personally admitted that Barty Crouch was hit with a serious confusion curse and memory tampering!"

Ms. Poham nodded slowly. Many members of Wiesengamor were persuaded, with a sigh on their faces.

"This is the truth!" Fudge waved his hat, "No mysterious man! No war!" He put the hat on his head, smiled on his face, and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore also smiled, and he even slapped a few times, "Foge, your story is based on imagination..."

"So, do you have evidence?" Fudge asked impatiently.

Dumbledore said calmly: "If the evidence you are expecting is to see Voldemort standing in front of you," Fudge couldn't help but shivering when he heard the name, Dumbledore continued: "I really don't, but I'm happy to share some facts and my own speculation based on these facts."

"So are you going to make up stories, Dumbledore? I'm very busy and I'm not interested in listening to these."

"I'm afraid it won't work," Dumbledore said.

"What's not?" Fudge took a breath, as if Dumbledore was not talking, but threatened him with his wand.

"Foggy, please forgive me. I am the chief wizard of Wiesengam. Although you are the Minister of Magic, you are only a member of Wiesengam, and you must listen to me to finish your words." Dumbledore said, and Foggy stared at her eyes, as if someone had whipped it.

Felix sat quietly in the chair and thought, and if Dumbledore was going to tell the secret about Voldemort, he would never believe it. He was more inclined to Dumbledore to remind him, the question was, to what extent.

"Where do you start?" Dumbledore said softly, "That night fourteen years ago, Voldemort walked into the safe house of the Potters with the help of a traitor, killed the Potters, but failed in front of Harry Potter, who was still a baby. His life-seeking curse hit him and lost his power from then on."

"He's dead," Fudge said stiffly.

"Where is the corpse?" Dumbledore asked back.

"No one cares about this, Dumbledore!" Fudge said impatiently, "He is dead! He may have turned into ashes, or the body was taken away by someone."

"This is just a beautiful hope," Dumbledore shook his head, "I realized that there was this possibility. Voldemort was still alive in a corner of the world, living a life of silence... But people are too eager to hear good news, too eager to restore order and embrace peace."

"What about the evidence, Dumbledore? What about the evidence?" Fudge said.

"Why can't you listen to him finish?" Professor Machiban whispered, "He is not so rude when you speak!"

Fuji glared at her fiercely and muttered, "Okay, I want to hear... what evidence is there..."

"Thank you, Gesldah," Dumbledore smiled and thanked Professor Machiban, continuing, "I didn't say my guess, maybe as Foggy said, he really turned into ashes and died. Although the possibility is very low according to my knowledge of him."

"One of the evidence is the Curse Black Magic Defense Class, which entrenched above Hogwarts' head. It still played a role in the second year of Voldemort's death. I felt even more uneasy. I took the initiative to collect evidence that he was still alive and pay attention to unusual experiences and legends..."

"It took a few years to finally find doubts in a Muggle newspaper," Dumbledore said. "Yes, I developed the habit of reading Muggle newspapers in those years, and it is still preserved. I especially like the Sudoku game above, which according to Muggles, can prevent Alzheimer's disease."

Fuji looked at him with a dull expression, as if he had signs of geriatric disease.

"Back to the point, I saw news from an expedition team in the newspaper. They heard about the horror legends of the Albanian forest. Some small animals and livestock would die without warning. Their behavior was very abnormal before death. An eight-year-old boy swore that he saw a snake reading a newspaper, and the photos in the newspaper would still move."

"We all know what this means?" Dumbledore said to everyone.

In the crowd, Tiberus Ogden said dissatisfiedly: "Which fool wizard was he throwing it around after reading the newspaper?"

"This doesn't mean anything..." Fudge said stubbornly. "It may be an Animagus from another country, who happens to be a snake."

"I checked, they were possessed," Dumbledore said.

“What?”

"Be possessed," Dumbledore repeated, "this does not mean anything. Maybe it was a certain evil spirit, but in the same way, I need to remind you that it may be someone who has lost his power. I continued to investigate in the forest... and found a large pit, which was full of animals, mostly rats and snakes. Of course, there were the largest number of snakes. I tried to unravel this secret, and at one point I thought I had seen a familiar figure. He was ruined and turned into a ghost, flashing by in front of me, but I never saw him again afterwards."

"You mean that thing...he's hiding from you?" Amelia Bones asked seriously.

"I think so," Dumbledore nodded slightly. "I persuaded several families close to each other to move out, and asked the owner of the local wizard tavern to pay attention to the movements of the ghost. This has passed for more than a decade. I have obtained more information and my inner guesses have become stronger."

"But if it was really that person, why didn't he come out, but hid in the Albanian forest and wandered around for more than ten years?" asked Amelia Bones.

"That's right! I want to know this too"

"I'm afraid I can only give some guesses," Dumbledore said.

"Your guess is valuable," Ms. Borns said, as some wizards in the conference room nodded in agreement, while others kept shaking their heads.

“I think before I make a speculation, I need to remind you that Voldemort has lost his power, he is weaker than ever before, even more limited than what the ghost can do,” Dumbledore said. “One of his flaws is that he cannot suppress the thoughts of fiercely resisting him for a long time, so he tends to possess simple-minded animals, especially snakes. He has a special influence on snakes.”

"Snake-man-like." Ms. Bones said with a gloomy face.

"Yes, maybe in the first few years when he lost his power, he still hoped that Death Eaters would find him and help him regain his power...but he was disappointed, and maintained his rule with fear, and was destined to have nothing after failure," Dumbledore said softly, "Of course, a few loyal people were locked up in Azkaban."

"Batty Crouch, Lestrangers!" said Ms. Bones.

Felix's heart moved, and he was touched again. The first time was when he was talking to Neville, he thought of Azkaban and the Dementors, but he did not realize the problem, but he ignored a key point. Azkaban was a prison with all kinds of criminals.

He leaned against the back of the chair, looked up at the ceiling, thinking hard. Dumbledore's voice turned into a background sound, providing inspiration for him.

"About four years ago, Voldemort attached himself to a Hogwarts professor and sneaked into the school to get the Philosopher's Stone hidden inside... In the end, Harry Potter and his friends stopped him... The Philosopher's Stone was also destroyed."

"More than a year ago, the war hero Peter, who was considered dead, reappeared again. He and a Death Eater were later proved to be Crouch Jr., and were ordered to sneak into the school. Before he could start a conspiracy, he was discovered by Harry Potter and his friends. The battle broke out on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Fortunately, Sirius Black, who was slandered as Voldemort's loyal servant, and two school professors, rescued in time, and they survived..."

"Unfortunately, these people almost died at the hands of the out-of-control dementor." Dumbledore said sternly, Fudge flinched, and Umbridge hid his head behind the document. "The night Petr died was the dementor's kiss... Before he died, he suddenly repented and admitted that he was the traitor who betrayed the Potters and his wife. He also said something."

The meeting room was quiet, everyone held their breath and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore retelled softly: "He said: He is coming, the man who can't even mention his name is coming, I did something wrong, forgive me."

"What!" Ms. Bones took a breath, and she glared at Fudge in disbelief, "No one has told me about this! Have you given a ban?"

Fuji stammered and kept wiping his sweat. Finally, he simply shouted, "What do you want me to do? With a word that doesn't matter, martial law will be completely ruled out? Let the peace we have worked hard to build over the years be destroyed?"

"Peace is not a disguise." Felix said with a smile, and he finally figured it out.

Azkaban, the dark wizard, the Death Eater... Voldemort, the resurrection... and Dumbledore.

All of this made up a guess that if Dumbledore had given Voldemort a fatal trauma to him many times, if Voldemort had been extremely weak and had to rely on the help of others, his choice would be extremely limited.

This man must be a Death Eater, fanatically loyal to Voldemort and agree with his philosophy. Only in this way can he gain Voldemort's limited trust and receive the honor of helping the "Great Dark King" deal with injuries and even holding a resurrection ceremony.

If such a person had been at large after the war, he would not have done anything for more than ten years, so he would have been locked up in Azkaban.

So will he know more, such as Horcrux?

Of course, of course, Voldemort was extremely selfish and could not tolerate the secret of the Horcrux being known, even if it was a loyal servant who could sacrifice his life for him. He might have used some kind of spell to keep the secret, and the forgetting spell or the confusion spell can achieve his goal...

Fudge stared at Felix, with the expression on his face still stubborn.

"This year, the omens are more obvious," Dumbledore said. "There were several disappearances, and Bertha Joggins disappeared without a trace in Voldemort's last hiding place, and then the one who disappeared was a Muggle. His name was Frank Bryce, who lived in the village where Voldemort's father was born. Do I remember what I read in the newspaper? I read the Muggle newspaper... and Crouch, if it weren't for being rescued, it might have been another missing."

"Dumbledore, these things you said are also speculations, maybe it's just a coincidence!"

"I have a witness." Dumbledore said in a deep voice.

Fudge looked at him quickly, almost sprained his neck, and the others also looked at Dumbledore. Fudge muttered, "You don't want to say it's Batty Crouch, his testimony is unreliable."

"What about his house elf?" Dumbledore asked politely, waving his wand, Shining and Dobby's figure suddenly appeared in the office.

Shining expression was a little confused, but Duobi adapted to this scene better. He pulled Shining's hand, and the two bowed deeply and said sharply: "Hello, gentlemen of wizards."

Everyone stared at them not because of Dumbledore's magic, but because they both wore delicate little clothes. What this meant, they couldn't know more:
Chapter completed!