HP: Becoming a Maiden Heartthrob

Nalilian followed the people from the Ministry of Magic into a black tent. The interior was decorated in black and white, with only a table and a few chairs in the middle, like a mobile interrogation room.

"Please take a seat, Miss Ende."

After Fudge sat down, he asked Nallylian to sit opposite her, and Dumbledore also sat opposite Nallylian, which made Fudge's face twitch as he wanted Dumbledore to sit next to him.

How could he interrogate the girl like this?

"Considering that you cannot Apparate, Miss Ender," Fudge said. He had learned her name and basic information from Dumbledore on the way here, "so we will conduct a simple inquiry here."

"Don't be nervous."

This made Crouch Jr., who was being held in the Auror's hand, sneer.

"What do you mean, Mr. Crouch Jr.?" Fudge asked, his face flushed and he stood up.

Crouch Jr. said slowly, "She wasn't nervous about being killed by me, but she's nervous about being questioned by a liar like you?"

Some of the Aurors present lowered their heads to try to hold back their laughter. They all knew that this was not a secret operation by the Auror Office to contact Nariel. Fudge was so angry that his face turned red.

"That's not a lie!" he stressed. "That's a policy measure. I can't let Britain lose face in front of Bulgaria!"

"Little Barty Crouch, you've brought shame upon your father. You escaped Azkaban and dared to come here to watch the match! Fortunately, no one knows your identity, otherwise Crouch would have announced to the whole world that he has such a shameful son!"

Crouch fell silent. Fudge thought he had hit the other party's sore spot and was feeling a little smug when he heard the other party speak -

"You reminded me, what a pity! Why didn't I say I was the son of that crazy old man?"

"Then I can make him and you famous overseas. Can I charge you for publicity then?"

"Barty Crouch Jr." Fudge was furious.

"Mr. Fudge," Narilla, who had been watching the farce, said softly, "perhaps Mr. Crouch Jr. should publicize his betrayal by his house-elf."

Hearing this, Crouch Jr.'s pupils shrank and he stared at Nalilian.

Shanshan, who had been crying silently, sobbed and buried her head even lower.

Nalilian looked away.

"Yes, that's right," Fudge also said, "Mr. Crouch Jr. should really publicize it——"

"Shut up!" Crouch Jr. yelled at him, as if he was going to tear him apart.

Fudge sneered, and seeing Crouch Jr.'s concerned look, he felt a little relieved. He sat down and looked at Narilian, who helped him win the game, and he felt much more favorable towards her.

But she is still Dumbledore's accomplice!

"Miss Ender," Fudge said in a softer voice, "could you tell me how you discovered this criminal?"

"I just know a house-elf," said Narilla. "It's called Kiki and works in the kitchens at Hogwarts."

In fact, she only had two impressions of Barty Crouch Jr. - her mother exchanged him out of prison, and he disguised himself as a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor to frame Harry, which led to Cedric's death.

Fortunately, Winky is the Crouch family's house-elf.

And Qiqi happened to know it.

*

"I might want to ask you about someone, Chichi."

That summer afternoon, Kiki gave up his workstation and watched with satisfaction as Mr. Diggory brought his girl to the kitchen to cook, when he heard the girl ask him this.

"It's my honor to serve a lady," said Chichi. "Please tell me, who do you want to inquire about, Miss Nalilian?"

"Winky," said Nallylian, "do you know Winky of Crouch?"

……

Miss Nalilian should have succeeded.

Qiqi was thinking as he held the lemonade with honey that Mr. Diggory had left for him, when he saw Professor McGonagall and an Auror rush into the kitchen.

"Chi-Chi," Professor McGonagall asked a group of similar-looking house-elves, "Who is Chi-Chi? I'm looking for this one."

ChiChi put down her lemonade and stood up, "Professor McGonagall, I'm ChiChi."

Sir, you see, men should protect women from the wind and rain.

*

"...Mr. Barty Crouch took his wife to visit Mr. Crouch Jr. in Azkaban, had them drink each other's Polyjuice Potion, and then took Mr. Crouch Jr. out of prison."

Under the gaze of everyone, Nalilian lowered her eyes and slowly told the detailed information she had obtained from Qiqi.

At this moment, an Auror appeared out of nowhere in the tent. He possessed Fudge and whispered, "The body is a lady."

If he had doubts about Nallylian's words just now because of Crouch's strictness, Fudge now completely believed Nallylian's words.

"But why did you do that?" Fudge demanded, glancing at Dumbledore.

The other party had a calm expression, which made him even more convinced that this was his conspiracy!

"Why didn't you tell us about this and let us catch him, instead of doing it in this way," embarrassing yourself in front of the whole world, Fudge thought bitterly.

If it weren't for his quick reaction, Britain would have become the laughing stock of the world!

But in front of Dumbledore, he changed his words to a euphemism, "Something that might hurt yourself?"

Dumbledore also waited silently for the answer.

"Because I don't trust Mr. Crouch," Narilla said, "that's the only way you won't go easy on Mr. Crouch Jr."

A fugitive who, after being exposed, attempts to kill someone in front of the whole world.

There is no doubt that he will die.

Dumbledore sighed.

Crouch Jr. looked at her with a strange gleam in his eyes.

Shanshan cried out, "Can I, can I..."

Nalilian, who knew what Twinkle was thinking, said, "No."

Crouch Jr. must die.

Just like Pettigrew.

"..."

Because of Nalilian's words, the interrogation room fell silent.

"Well, Fudge," Dumbledore stood up at this time, "It seems that Miss Ender has told you everything she knows. She can't miss this Quidditch match."

"This is very important to her. You don't want a woman who helped you catch a fugitive to be delayed and have regrets about it?"

He said with a smile, holding out his hand to Nalilian, motioning him to help her up.

Nalilian smiled at him, thanked him, shook her head, and stood up.

Fudge frowned. He hadn't even agreed to this matter yet, but Dumbledore made the decision on his own.

Fortunately, an Auror appeared beside him at this time and said, "The house-elf has been brought in."

Fudge then smiled.

Nalilian was startled and stopped.

Kiki is a house-elf, not a wizard. There are no laws to protect them, and it is very likely that it will be subjected to interrogation methods such as being fed Veritaserum.

Even though Nalilian did not lie a single word, it was an insult to Qiqi who helped her.

"Don't worry, Miss Ender," Dumbledore whispered when he saw that she had not left.

"Then bring it here!" Fudge said proudly at this time.

Did he see she still wanted to leave?

"I'm sorry, Minister," the Auror said timidly, "but we have to take this to the Ministry because Madam Magg Minerva has requested that she be present."

"Let's go," Dumbledore said softly.

Nalilian lowered her head and blinked away the tears in her eyes.

"Thank you, Headmaster Dumbledore."