Professor The Vampire Earl of Hogwarts

"Do you want to know about Mr. Crouch?" Percy was startled.

"That's right." Dracula nodded, and said straight to the point, "Let's talk about Crouch's family first. How did his wife and son die?"

"Ah, isn't that good?" Percy hesitated.

He always felt that it was inappropriate to directly tell others about his boss's family situation, but the person who asked this question was his respected and feared professor, and Percy was too embarrassed to refuse.

"Why, as a personal assistant, don't you know the specific situation of your boss?" Dracula saw Percy's hesitation, so he added to the anger, "You are not good at this job, Weasley, go out later Don't say you are my student."

"How?" Percy said loudly, "I have asked many colleagues in the Ministry of Magic, done sufficient research, and carefully learned about Mr. Crouch's situation! I can definitely become a qualified assistant !"

Sure enough, Percy was hooked right away.In order to prove his ability to work, he talked about Crouch's situation like pouring beans.

Harry was a little ashamed beside him, feeling that this newcomer to the Ministry of Magic who thought he was very capable was completely played by Professor Dracula.

"Mr. Crouch is actually quite pitiful," Percy sighed, and told Dracula: "During the wizard war against the mysterious man, he may have been busy with work and neglected to teach his son ..."

"Later, Barty Crouch Jr. became a Death Eater..."

"This is the first time I've heard of it." Dracula's eyes moved. "Since his son is a Death Eater, is it possible that Crouch himself was also bewitched and became Voldemort's secret pawn?"

"That's impossible!" Percy flatly denied. "Anyone in the Ministry of Magic could be a Death Eater, but Mr. Crouch can't be!"

He explained: "Professor Dracula, you may not know... After the mysterious man left, Mr. Crouch personally tried his son, ignored Barty Jr.'s sophistry, and imprisoned him personally. Azkaban."

"Is that so?" Dracula said thoughtfully, "So... he is a righteous person who killed his relatives?"

"There is no more just person in the Ministry of Magic than Mr. Crouch." Percy said seriously with an expression of admiration in his eyes, "Mr. Crouch was the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the time, and many of his tough measures Both essentially helped the Ministry of Magic a lot in its fight against the Death Eaters..."

"For example, Aurors are allowed to use the Unforgivable Curse on Death Eaters, and Death Eaters caught with solid evidence can be directly imprisoned in Azkaban..."

"But his actions are not necessarily correct." Dracula shook his head, "Isn't it because Sirius Black was directly imprisoned in Azkaban without interrogation, so he was misunderstood by wizards for more than ten years? ?"

Harry, who was listening to their conversation with relish, suddenly changed his face when he heard about Sirius, and his mood became quite gloomy.

Because of this incident, he couldn't appreciate the high official of the Ministry of Magic.

"That...that's just an exception." Percy said stubbornly, "Those measures are still beneficial on the whole, as can be seen from the large amount of prestige Mr. Crouch gained through those measures."

"So why didn't he become Minister of Magic?" asked Dracula, "because his son was a Death Eater?"

"Professor, this is already a big stain." Percy shook his head helplessly, "So the later Minister Fudge performed well and was elected as the Minister of Magic this term."

"You don't need to be so euphemistic, Weasley." Dracula sneered, "How could Fudge have any outstanding performance, didn't he just take the opportunity to cooperate with other members to exclude Crouch, and then write to Dumbledore every day , take advantage of Dumbledore's reputation as the 'pillar of the magic world', to create a humble and stable personality for yourself?"

"Heh, now that I have almost secured my position, I really want to get rid of Dumbledore's influence."

Dracula hadn't restrained his contempt for people like Fudge in the slightest.

"Ah, you can't say that..." Percy's cold sweat dripped down, and he picked up the napkin by the table and kept wiping his forehead.

"But it's understandable. After all, in political matters, it's not a big deal if the methods are dirty." Dracula changed the subject.

"Crouch may not be a selfless and good person. Putting his son in Azkaban is probably just a little more struggle for his hope of becoming a minister."

"Professor, you may have misunderstood Mr. Crouch..." Percy wiped his sweat more frequently.

From time to time, he turned his head to look at Bagman, who was the director of the Department of Magical Sports, with a guilty conscience, hoping that another Ministry of Magic official present hadn't noticed this side.

He was overthinking, Bagman was happily chatting with Krum, and trying to draw this fellow professional Quidditch player into his bet.

"You're still too young, Weasley." Dracula chuckled softly, "A lot of things are actually not as simple as you imagined, nor are they as bright and aboveboard as they appear on the surface."

Seeing Percy's disbelief, he shook his head, "Forget it, you may not have fully integrated into their politicians, and you will know when you see more."

"Now tell me something else, what about Crouch's wife?"

Percy was slightly relieved to see that Professor Dracula was not pressing any further.

"This matter is actually known to everyone," he said, "Mrs. Crouch was not in good health a long time ago. When she learned that Barty Crouch Jr. became a Death Eater, Mr. Crouch personally After being imprisoned in Azkaban for life, her physical condition has deteriorated."

"I don't know why, but Barty Crouch Jr. died in Azkaban. Mrs. Crouch couldn't bear the shock of the news, and left immediately afterward."

"Wait," Dracula frowned suddenly, "You said Barty Crouch Jr. and Mrs. Crouch died around the same time, right?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Crouch can't bear the pain of losing her son, isn't it a normal thing?" Percy asked suspiciously.

"Maybe." Dracula didn't say much, just nodded slightly.

Percy and those dull officials of the Ministry of Magic may not be aware of what's wrong, but Dracula is different, he is preconceived to look at things from the standpoint of being suspicious of Crouch.

It may be normal to take out the fact that Mrs. Crouch was overly sad and died of a serious illness, but why did Barty Crouch Jr. die in Azkaban?

It can be learned from many places that Barty Jr. is a young man who joined the Death Eaters not long after graduation. His body will never be too weak to withstand the torture of the dementors in just a few months——Sirius But I was tortured for a full 13 years!

Not only that, since Barty Jr. chose to quibble during the trial process, it shows that he has no will to die, which can also rule out the possibility of suicide.

So here comes the question, why did an excellent, young wizard who didn't intend to commit suicide die in Azkaban for no reason?

Dracula is going to take another trip to Azkaban to see if he can find other evidence...

Unknowingly, everyone present was full and the banquet came to an end.

Dumbledore stood up first and looked at the laughing little wizards with a smile.

"It seems that everyone has eaten enough," he said with a smile, "Then, the next thing we are most looking forward to is the dance party!"

"All rise!"

The students stood up excitedly and carefully arranged the clothes and hairstyles that they had messed up at the banquet, while the witches hurriedly took out small mirrors to touch up their makeup.

After Dumbledore saw that everyone stood up from their chairs, he raised his hand and waved his wand——

All the tables flew to the wall with a "whoosh", and were arranged neatly against the wall, leaving a large space in the center of the auditorium.

Immediately afterwards, he conjured up a high stage, which was attached to the right wall, on which stood a drum kit, several guitars, a lute, a cello, and several organs.

At this time, members of the top-notch band of the wizarding entertainment circle, the Weird Sisters and Wizards rushed onto the stage while screaming, and the audience burst into thunderous applause.

Most of the members of this group are witches, they have long, particularly thick hair, wear deliberately ripped black robes, and hold their own musical instruments.

"Oh, that's their lead singer, Myron Wagtail!" Ginny looked at the band on the stage and patted Harry on the back excitedly, "Mom usually likes to listen to her singing on the magic radio !"

"There is also Donahan Temlett. He is the only wizard among the Weird Sisters. He plays the bass instrument. I heard that his playing ability is too good, so he was invited in by the band..."

Obviously, Ginny is very fond of this magical band, and can call every wizard in the band by name.

Harry was also watching the band on stage with great interest, almost forgetting what to do next.

At this moment, he suddenly found that the lanterns on other tables had been extinguished, and several other warriors and their dance partners stood up.

"Harry, Ginny, hurry up!" Hermione came over kindly and reminded, "You should start dancing too!"

After saying this, she blushed and passed her hand to Krum, who was looking at her expectantly.

Harry stood up quickly, and walked out onto the brightly lit dance floor with Ginny, carefully avoiding the eyes of his friends—he could see Seamus and Dean waving at him, secretly teasing him for his stiffness.

Then, Ginny took the initiative to grab both of his hands, put one of his hands around her waist, and she held the other tightly in her hand.

It was the first time for Harry to hold a girl's hand, and he felt a rush of heat in his heart, and his palms were sweating suddenly, as if half of his body had lost strength. He couldn't remember the dance moves taught to him by Professor McGonagall.

He accidentally stepped on Ginny's toe.

"I'm sorry, I..." Harry quickly apologized, looked into Ginny's eyes with a guilty conscience, but found that there was a smile in her eyes, and she smiled foolishly, and there was no intention of blaming him.

Harry's mood slowly relaxed.

In a slow, gentle tune played by the Weird Sisters, Harry doesn't fare as badly as he might have expected.

While slowly turning in circles under the lead of Ginny, while silently reciting the pace and frequency taught by Professor McGonagall, the cooperation between the two became more and more tacit, and the appreciation of the dance gradually improved.

Gradually, Harry had enough energy to look at the other onlookers who hadn't started dancing yet, and they were watching the warriors leading the dance with envy, amazement, or admiration.

He was very fortunate that he passed another test and did not make a fool of himself in public.

Soon, many people entered the dance hall one after another, and the warrior was no longer the center of everyone's attention——

Neville and Hannah Abbott were dancing nearby, Hannah frowned and dodged frequently, because Neville stepped on her foot clumsily, but fortunately Hannah was very understanding, deliberately slowed down her steps, and kept comforting her. with him;

Dumbledore was waltzing with Ms. Maxime. Compared with Ms. Maxime, Dumbledore, who was already very tall, was like a dwarf. The top of his pointed hat just touched her chin.

However, for such a large woman, her dancing steps were very graceful, without any hint of Hagrid's clumsiness;

On the other side, Professor McGonagall invited Professor Dracula to dance on the dance floor.

Needless to say, Professor McGonagall's dancing posture, after all, is a "dance teacher" who personally taught the warriors to dance before the Christmas ball, and has a professional level of dancing.

But to the surprise of all the little wizards, Professor Dracula, who has always been quiet, also has a good dance level, which is surprisingly perfect with the professional level of Professor McGonagall. Most of the limelight.

"I just said that Professor Dracula can dance!" When the weird sisters switched tunes, Harry heard Fred showing off with his dancing partner Angelina,

"I knew it when he let us experience the Imperius Curse. To control me and George to make such difficult movements, Professor Dracula must have done research on dancing!"

Soon, the second piece of music sounded, and the rhythm was much more cheerful than before.

Fred and Angelina immediately started dancing wildly—

Fred tried to recall the perfect dancing posture under the control of Professor Dracula's Imperius Curse, but it looked like a mess to outsiders, as if he was pulling Angelina to learn how to play with Huaguo Fireball Dragon...

Harry and Ginny watched his performance amusedly, then looked at each other and laughed easily.

"Another dance?" Harry asked, flushed.

Ginny nodded emphatically.

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