HP: Let professors walk towards the light

"Such a big commotion tonight really made me unable to sleep. I wanted to get the title of model professor by the way, but I never thought I would run into someone I shouldn't have met."

When Crouch heard this, he seemed to have thought of something and his face turned a little ugly.

"What?" Arthur asked appropriately.

"I think Mr. Crouch should be very familiar with this man. After all, he is your own son, Little Barty." I spoke slowly.

Everyone looked at Crouch in surprise.

"What on earth are you talking about? I sent that rebellious son to Azkaban myself. No matter how much nonsense you are telling, you should at least come up with something convincing." He snorted coldly.

"Since I came here following Little Barty, I won't be so stupid as to do nothing."

With a slight wave of the magic wand, the illusory image of Little Barty appeared in mid-air. There was only the confrontation between Little Barty and I on the screen, and there was no sound. Then Greyback appeared.

In fact, image magic is not a high-level magic, but the magic lasts for a short time and can only record the picture but not the sound. After all, it is not as easy to use as the image stone. But now it happens to erase the content of the conversation, which is also somewhat useful.

While I was fighting the two werewolves, a green light shot into the sky. Needless to say, everyone present knew what was going on.

"As you can see, not only is Barty Jr. not in Azkaban, he even went to the Death Eaters' parade at the World Cup, and used a wand he stole from somewhere to release the Dark Mark. He also left the wand behind in an attempt to frame the Hogwarts Potions Professor who saw the scene, but I was able to turn the tables and leave behind valuable evidence of the crime. I wonder what our respected former Director of the Department of Magical Enforcement has to say about this?"

Crouch's face was already looking unhappy. I glanced at Shacklebolt in the crowd and he came forward as if he understood what I meant.

"Excuse me, Mr. Crouch, you may need to come with us."

"Wait...wait!" A red-haired Weasley also squeezed out.

"Why do you want to take Mr. Crouch away? What does this have to do with Mr. Crouch? Snape also said that Barty Jr. escaped from Azkaban by some unknown means. You shouldn't take Mr. Crouch away. Stop!" Percy Weasley tried to stop the two Aurors who were about to take Crouch away.

"Percy, this has nothing to do with you!" Arthur immediately stepped forward and pulled Percy away.

"Director Crouch is only under investigation by the Ministry of Magic. It has nothing to do with Director Crouch, so when the truth comes out, there will naturally be no problem. But you shouldn't stop the Aurors from doing their work!"

Ignoring the farce here, I slowly walked towards Kingsley Shacklebolt's position.

"How is it?" I asked. Dumbledore would not come to the Quidditch World Cup, so the operation to capture the Death Eaters would naturally be led by Shacklebolt.

He glanced at me and then looked away immediately. Then he said softly, "We have rounded up most of the people. Although some of them escaped due to the Dark Mark, we also sent people to follow them. It's just...about little Barty..."

He was obviously surprised by this as well, and expressed his doubts uncertainly.

"Naturally there will be smart people to investigate this matter."

I tossed my wand to Shacklebolt.

"Potter's wand. If you need it for investigation, you are welcome to take it."

"Harry? Why…"

Ignoring Schalk's doubts, I Apparated out of the forest and returned to the tent area. Unfortunately, Hermalena's tent was burned down, which meant that Hermalena was not here.

I couldn't help but feel a little worried. I hoped they wouldn't be unlucky enough to run into Greyback and his gang. Just as I was thinking this, a clear voice came from behind me, suppressing my bad premonition.

"professor!"

Hermalena came from afar with those Gryffindors.

"I guessed you would be back. Mr. Weasley's tent was also burned down. The adults were not here, so I brought them to find you. Are you okay? What happened?"

"You still... I hope you guys are not stupid enough to show off during the Death Eater parade. Don't tell me that you don't even have the simple ability to protect yourselves at your age." Looking at the panic expressions on Potter and Weasley's faces, I mocked them mercilessly.

"Don't worry, Professor. Mr. Weasley reacted very quickly and asked us to move. We all hid and were not injured. But Harry found that his wand was missing. He might have accidentally lost it on the way. He also didn't find it in the tent."

Among the group of people, Hermalena acted as a commentator and responded to my words seriously.

"You can even throw away something like a wand. Then I would like to ask, Mr. Potter, would you also make such a low-level mistake when fighting with others? Or have you already prepared to throw yourself directly in front of the enemy and let him slaughter you? This is all you can do..."

"Harry! Harry!" A thunderous shout was heard, and Blake emerged from some wasteland.

What bad luck.

Arthur also rushed over from the forest with his three sons. The surrounding environment suddenly became noisy, but the chaos tonight ended here for the time being.

But Greyback's words were really hard to understand. I was muttering about this in my heart when I saw Hermalena take two steps closer and stand in front of me, looking at me with undisguised worry in her eyes.

"Are you okay?" She gently pulled my robe and asked tentatively.

I told her that little Barty was rescued by Greyback, but I didn't mention that I was being hunted by Voldemort. But she still frowned, and took a deep breath after hearing it.

"Greyback actually released two werewolves to attack you? Are you hurt?" She hurriedly pulled my hand up and down to check it, and even circled around me to look at me.

"Has your old professor become so useless in your eyes? Why do you underestimate my ability? Or do you think I'm really so old that I can't even lift a wand?" I stretched out my hand and hit her on the head. I didn't use much force, but I rubbed it hard.

However, considering that there were other people around, he didn't do anything too extreme. He quickly withdrew his hand and prepared to leave.

"I'm just concerned about you. When those werewolves go crazy, they can even die together." Hermalena hurriedly followed.

It's really funny to see her complaining.

"Did you laugh just now? You were not laughing at me?" She looked up suddenly.

"You heard wrong."

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