Danqi suggested, "You really need to find a chance to talk to him about his Trojan, his disappearance, and this magic." ”Sirius misunderstood, and he frowned slightly: "He fell under this spell - Helen actually ...... to his own son?"
Is there something going on?
”I scratched my head and said with some embarrassment, "It wasn't Helen who did it—it was I who cast the spell." ”Benelli, Danki, and the teenage version of Sirius all looked at me in disbelief, as if they were instantly reevaluating me as a person.Well, I suppose, Vincent, I may have stained your light with porcelain magic, but now I have to be ruthless with your heart."
You must have your own reasons," Benelli said bluntly, "right, Vincent?"
”After knowing that it was Helen who asked to see her two sons duel, young Vincent and Bruce were clearly victims of the mad parents, and the scales of sympathy rightly tilted in my favor."
Merlin's beard!
What the hell did she think, let the little ones do this!
”Benelli said indignantly.Danqi saw my concern and comforted me, saying, "We won't look at you differently because you did this."
We have seen what kind of person you have been for three years. ”Sirius didn't say anything, but he looked like he was thinking about a new way of educating him—a look I had seen on my parents' faces before, and then they forcibly ordered me to stop what I was working on, "That's not realistic."
How can you choose this as your research direction?
Where did you start to get your mind crooked?
”They said half-questioning, half-accusing.There wasn't much time left for discussion, and soon the so-called "Chinese" fireball dragon was settled in the field.Actually, that big lizard is pretty good-looking, full of festivity, I think.Cedric conjured the Newfoundland Hound to attract the dragon's attention, and although the dragon later changed his defensive plan, fortunately, he narrowly managed to get the golden egg.Bagman explains: "Cedric Diggory is a warrior who acts in the same style as Hufflepuff, humble and gentle, worthy of this excellent academy warrior!"
Ladies and gentlemen, after seeing the violence and excitement of the previous two, maybe this kind of coping is what our magic methods recommend?
Of course, this is just my speculation, and it is up to the judges......
The judges are about to score points, so let's see what Diggory's score will be!
”As Bagman had suspected, the judges were clearly partial to this sound approach—Bruce was simply gambling with his own life, at least judging by Professor McGonagall's disapproving expression, and if Bruce was in her charge, it would have been a harsh criticism.So although Cedric's performance was not as eye-catching as the previous two, and he was a little more decent, his score actually caught up with the precise Krum, and the dangerous Bruce was only two points behind."
Actually, the part where the dragon chases him at the end is also quite exciting, but compared to the previous two, it is a bit insufficient."
A Gryffindor sitting in front of me commented.Seeing that the Chinese fireball dragon was not blind and had not been viscerated, the dragon trainers were visibly relieved and ran up one after another, leading the fire dragon away as if they had taken their little fox dog from under the noses of a violent person.The last person to take the draw was Harry.The atmosphere in the Gryffindor area suddenly became hot, and the students who knew Harry well clenched their fists in anticipation.What I didn't expect was that in the middle of clearing the field and preparing for the warriors, Professor McGonagall got off her seat.I didn't notice her rise at first, until a shadow was cast in front of me, and the students around me consciously lowered their voices, and I looked into the source of the shadow to see Professor McGonagall in all seriousness.I've only dealt with her in the schoolwork section for three years, but it's enough to understand the professor's expression when he's so angry, just like it is now: she purses her lips tightly, her eyes scrutinize like an eagle, and she exudes more than just a suffocating aura of "you've failed your Transfiguration assignment for three weeks."
I was startled, and it took all my strength to resist looking back at Sirius—which made it all the more suspicious—and I tried to look as naturally as surprised as I could, Professor. ”Professor McGonagall glanced back and forth between the three of us Ravenclaw with a cursed look, and I was relieved to see that Sirius had long since disappeared, and I was relieved: even if Professor McGonagall had apparently found out who was sitting here just now, Sirius would have a way to escape as long as he wasn't caught in the first place.Benille blinked, raised her face and smirked at Professor McGonagall, "Professor, we support Harry, so we sat here and didn't ask ......"
"If you really support Harry, you shouldn't ......"
Professor McGonagall interrupted Benelli sharply, and then stopped suddenly, probably because there were too many curious ears and undisguised eyes nearby, she glared at me sternly, "Each of you deducts fifty points from Ravenclaw." ”I heard everyone around me gasp, and in fact, I wasn't very calm myself."
Professor, you'll have to give us a chance to explain......"
I protested urgently.Professor McGonagall whispered sternly, "I'm just giving you another chance, that's why I didn't call someone from the ministry to lock you up right away."
Do you know the law, Mr.
White?
”Then she raised her voice and ordered, "Follow me, Mr.
White."
As for the two of you, Phillips and Mr.
Hornby, please follow Professor Flitwick honestly and never run around again, do you hear me?
”Benelli and Danqi nodded hurriedly, and I obediently got up and left the stands with Professor McGonagall, the Gryffindor students were sticking out their tongues, thinking that the serious Professor McGonagall would not allow students from other houses to sit over, and Parvati, the twin sister next to Lavender Brown, was shrinking back, she was also from Ravenclaw.Before leaving, I glanced at the referee's bench and saw Barty Crouch still sitting steadily and meticulously on it, and I couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Professor McGonagall—it seemed that she hadn't told the ministry about the discovery of the students hiding fugitives in the school, but all the professors at the school didn't seem to be in their place, and they were nervously shuttling from student to student, apparently patrolling.It was already Harry's turn to play, but Bagman reported that Madam Pomfrey insisted on giving Harry a necessary medical check-up, so the game had to be delayed for a while.There were countless complaints on the field like "eventful savior".As Professor McGonagall led me to the referee's bench (I guess it was to report to Professor Dumbledore), many of the astute students slowly noticed the unusual behavior of the teachers' tense nerve nuclei, and they began to talk to each other for some reason.For a moment, there was a faint sense of foreboding, and tension spread among the students.The author has something to say: I really want a long review [drooling] Chapter 46 Professor Golden Egg McGonagall led me all the way to the open space below the referee's seat, and sent a Slytherin student to go up and ask the headmaster to come down and deal with things, and then she didn't look at me, but swept the audience from time to time, but she gave up immediately, and it was too easy to find a person in disguise from the bustling delegation of four houses and two schools.In fact, I think it's surprising enough that she's just been able to identify a trickster she's taught from a pile of Gryffindor paints.Kakarov's voice seemed to be heard from above: "......
Leave now?
…… Don't make a ......name for yourself," the headmaster said modestly, and after a few seconds, his pointed toe appeared first on the steps, followed by his fine robes and long silver-white beard.He seemed to glance at the nervous and angry Professor McGonagall and the nervous and innocent me to understand what was going on, and Professor McGonagall spoke hurriedly, "Albus, you need to know something......"
"This kid brought Sirius into school?"
You're trying to tell me this. ”The headmaster nodded and said unhurriedly.Professor McGonagall's eyes lit up, "You already knew - so, you've solved the problem?"
”"There's no problem here, Minerva," Headmaster Dumbledore said in a persuasive tone, "I didn't tell you before, but now it seems necessary - Sirius, the father of this child, is actually innocent......"
Professor McGonagall paused, as if to control herself from screaming out in the first place, before trying to retort to Professor Dumbledore less violently: "Innocent?
Forgive me, Albus, you have to realize that there is a whole street of witnesses in this case, and it is a foregone conclusion—and what he did last year!
I don't see any innocence in him. ”I touched my nose, thinking to myself that after Sirius officially appeared at the Order of the Phoenix this year, Dumbledore didn't know how much more it would take to clarify the matter.Thinking about it is a job that drains people's patience.Professor Dumbledore was a little serious: "Be careful, Minerva. ”Professor McGonagall then remembered that I was nearby, and coughed apologetically.The headmaster went on to say, "If the truth is deliberately concealed, no unintentional person can see through the fog of disguise and misunderstanding.Professor, if you really need the truth that hasn't been distorted, I don't think anyone will mind showing it to you in detail - but for now, I think it's better to keep the game going, right?
”The people in the stands were already a little irritated, and when I saw that Professor McGonagall seemed to want to say something, I couldn't help but interject: "Professor, Sirius, he just wanted to come and watch Harry play in person-you know, someone did something to that cup......"
"You students shouldn't be talking about these shady things," Professor McGonagall was a little upset, "Headmaster, since you said so-Hogwarts can't afford another criminal, But who can guarantee that the cup was not made by Sirius?
”"Don't refuse to think about it," Professor Dumbledore said meaningfully, "and at least find a way to confirm the truth of the betrayal before you are stabbed by it—though I didn't do it myself......
Thinking about his previous performances, do you really think he's someone who would do such a thing?
- Alright, Minerva, give me a little confidence in this old man.At least let Harry play first, or we're going to make a mess for a while. ”There were faint signs of commotion in the stands, and Professor McGonagall glanced at the impatient students above, then reluctantly gave up her insistence, and said a little helplessly, "Okay, okay."
I'll let the teachers know if the alarm is lifted, now that you've vouched for Sirius. ”Professor Dumbledore nodded, reflexively went back, and made a little joke before leaving: "Karkaroff has tried to use the Scout Charm for the third time to see if I'm messing around down there, Merlin forbid, if I don't go up again, he may have asked the dragon trainers to do a medical examination or something for that dragon - lest I really understand something." ”"Maybe he wanted to do it himself."
Professor McGonagall was not amused by the teasing, but instead shifted her anger to the Death Eater's fellow headmaster, and then turned her gaze to me, who was a little anxious to leave, "As for you, just find a place to sit."
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Don't run around in the stands. ”She strangled in the cradle the idea that I would immediately go to find Sirius's whereabouts."
Well, wait, Professor," I suddenly remembered something important, "that one hundred and fifty ......"
"Then I want to get you didn't harbor ......"
She seemed to think it was inappropriate to use the word "fugitive" in front of me now, and after a pause, she skipped the object, "......
Solid evidence is enough. ”The iron-faced and selfless Professor McGonagall.I reluctantly sat down in the nearest seat, and immediately realized that a Ravenclaw dressed in gold and red was not a good choice in a sea of silver and green.A few of the sixth-graders next to me looked like they were trying to punch me, and I stood up to change to another house, only to find out that Slytherin was Hufflepuff on the other end.Come on, I thought, I'm going to just stand aside.I scrambled to the edge of the stairs, patted the dust off my body, and leaned against the planks thinking I could finally stop - anyway, how did Sirius disappear so quickly?
It seems that the fugitive life in the past few months has given him a lot of experience......
"I've called you several times, why don't you reply?"
”Someone pulled the Gryffindor scarf around my neck from behind, "How do you dress up for this virtue?"
Is it self-depraved?
”I turned around to see Malfoy in front of him with a "I deigned to leave my position to come to you and still don't appreciate me", I pulled the corner of my scarf out of his hand (it was something I borrowed), and replied succinctly, "I don't hear me." ”Malfoy exhaled in hatred, tugged at my sleeve and led me up a few rows of seats, pointing at Crabbe and Goyle to squeeze that side, when suddenly a deafening sound erupted from the stands, and I was taken aback, and when I looked back, Harry was already sitting on the □□ and flying.So I sat down in the Slytherin stands.In the end, Harry suffered a minor injury, and got the egg almost perfectly—not rough, not boring, not overly risky—in fact, most people would say that he was at ease, and if it weren't for the extra barb on the dragon's tail, maybe he wouldn't have suffered that injury.The judges all gave Harry a satisfactory score, perhaps because of his excellent ornamentation, and ended up scoring three more points than Bruce to become the winner of the first round.This is not the same as Fleur's result as a Warrior, and I suspect that Bruce's overly aggressive and desperate style is a counterexample that has made Harry more favored by the judges.Bagman said a lot of good things, and then it seemed that he was going to step down and give the Warriors a face-to-face explanation for the next round.Then something unexpected happened, Barty Crouch - the director of the International Cooperation Division, who had arrested the Dark Wizard as a candidate for the past ministerial - suddenly cast a flying charm, snatched Harry's broomstick from the giggling Harry, and flew to the opposite stand, flipped over two rows of seats, knocked over several students, and pulled out a person in the surrounding uproar."
Oh, and now it seems, while he doesn't show much of his flying skills, Crouch may not be worse than me."
Bagman made a joke to keep it from being cold, but when he recognized the man he was holding in Crouch's hands, who had melted his gloom and excitement into one face, he gasped, and the sound was amplified throughout the stands.A middle-aged man, almost cowered in fright under Crouch's righteous glare, was swinging his limbs in vain, trying to break free from Crouch's shackles.Crouch pointed his wand at him, chanted a spell, and several chains with a cold sheen emerged from the tip of the wand, wrapping tightly around the limbs and neck of the captive, leaving one tightly in Crouch's own hand."
Oh, Merlin, is that, can't it be......
He's right at Hogwarts - Crouch has captured Sirius Black!
”Chapter 47 Polyjuice Potion Bagman always speaks with his brain, and as the outside world has commented, his brain can only appear more flexible than others when playing Quidditch.Just like now, he didn't even think about the fact that a vicious fugitive was actually at Hogwarts, and the students who heard the news set off waves of chaos, some desperately spreading out like a tide to get away from Crouch's location, and there were many curious and daring people who tried to squeeze in - after all, Crouch caught someone in the crowd of Gryffindor House, and there was no shortage of bold and reckless students here.At the top of the stands, there were several students on the guardrails, about to be pushed down by the crowd that was still pushing and pushing.Professor McGonagall waved her wand in shock and rage, conjuring a pale golden cloud-like float halfway up the bleachers to catch the falling students as she scrambled towards Crouch's location.The other professors struggled to maintain order among the students who seemed to have blown up the pot, and the scene was chaotic.I was startled at first when I saw Crouch waiting for him, and then I looked at Sirius, who was tied up tightly and lying in the row of seats, sweating profusely, trembling with fear, and feeling that something was wrong, and my instincts and reason told me at the same time that the middle-aged man who was about to cry just looked exactly like Sirius.Then I looked away almost by feeling, and saw the only student in the crowd of panicked Gryffindors who looked triumphant, and the fellow had gloated over my face, with a faded golden-red paint: the same pattern Sirius had drawn on his face before.It took me less than a second to roughly guess what Sirius was up to—the headmaster might have given him too much polyjuice potion for him to use the potion indiscriminately.When did he pull out my hair?
And who is the hapless ghost who turned into Sirius and was caught by Crouch?
It looks like I'm going to pee my pants in a scared way......
Before I could think about it, I just saw that "I" in the stands across from me had taken the time to help a little red-haired girl who was about to fall (presumably Ginny), I rolled my eyes, then immediately pulled on the hood to cover my face to prevent it from being exposed, and took out my wand to go to the other side.The ever-stupid Goyle—or Crabbe, sorry, I never tried to tell them apart—suddenly raised his finger strangely and pointed forward: "Look, why is White there?"
And that Weasley's sister?
Didn't he ...... just now" said and turned his head to see the real me, with a surprised expression.Before the three guys could react, I neatly applied a confusion charm to them, and several of them immediately fell to the ground in confusion, and I pulled my hood again, climbed over the railing and jumped down the aisle.Halfway through I approached Harry, who was madly cursing Crouch, and Madam Pomfrey, Ron, and Hermione, who wanted to take him down to heal.Hermione's rational persuasion had a few words drifting to my ears: "......
Harry, use your eyes and brains......
That's not a cold!
Mr.
Crouch wasn't a Dementor, so he didn't need to be so afraid of him......
"Well said, Hermione, I think."
Then, as I ran to the most chaotic area, I saw that Professor McGonagall had already found "me" in the crowd, still clutching "my" hand, and the guy was obediently cowering behind Professor McGonagall, with a wand in the other hand that he had gotten out of nowhere.Professor McGonagall glanced at the Headmaster, who was still in the referee's seat, and then looked at Crouch worriedly, as if trying to convince him not to immediately execute the captured Sirius.I rushed over and stopped behind her, gasping for air, with the unsuspecting McGonagall in front of me in the chaos, Sirius' safety would be greatly assured."
Moody" (1) happened to be staying at Ravenclaw not far away, and he soon appeared and stood a dozen paces away from Crouch, the director, and amplified the volume with a spell, and soothed the scene in a rough voice: "Silence!
Panic what!
Isn't it just a fake fugitive?
Where have all your wizarding skills gone?
”Moody's usual style and attitude of being both righteous and evil in class have established a great prestige among the students, and after his usual disdainful voice sounded, many students subconsciously closed their mouths, and after he finished speaking, the scene had calmed down a lot, and it was not absolutely silent, but almost everyone desperately supported their ears, waiting for this excellent Oro to explain his words: What is a "fake fugitive"?
Crouch said solemnly, "Please explain what you mean." ”Little Crouch looked at Mr.
Crouch very calmly with the good eye, but the magic blue eye gave McGonagall a look in this direction.Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Looks like the Headmaster has instructed Moody as well." ”I glanced at the podium, and the principal was sitting there safely.However, the Moody he trusted was not the real Moody now, and I was a little worried, but I quickly dispelled my worries - his only task now was to make sure that he did not show himself, and that he would definitely do what Professor Dumbledore instructed, and that he would not expose Sirius too much.Professor McGonagall comforted Vincent and said, "Don't worry, your dad will be fine."
Professor Moody's will take care of it. ”"I'm sure he'll be fine."
Sirius, who had become me, replied solemnly, turning back and wincing at me.At the same time, the young Crouch Jr., against Moody's mutilated face, replied to Crouch, the director of the International Communications Department, with an expressionless face not far above: "Bagman's brain hasn't been better since it was damaged by a Bludger, how can you not know it better than him - you don't have Sirius in your hand."
That's a student who is about to be strangled to death by you. ”Mr.
Crouch looked at him, and then looked back at Sirius, who was tightly entangled in chains, and the judgment of this authoritative Oro may have puzzled him a little, but he did not show it, nor let his guard down in the slightest, but said disapprovingly: "Oh, how do you prove it?"
”"I can't prove it," Fake Moody's muffled, "I can only tell you that what I see is exactly what it is, don't you know my eyes?"
- Beneath that exterior is a student who is about to faint with fright.If it is a compound decoction, then we can only wait for the effect of the medicine to pass; If it's a Shapeshifter......"
"The Ministry of Magic keeps a record of every Shapeshifter," Crouch interrupted him coldly, "There isn't a single student at Hogwarts this year. ”"Oh, it looks like you've got some brains," Crouch Jr. sneered viciously with his slightly crooked mouth, "Ever since you tried to throw innocent Potter and Weasley into Azkaban that night at the World Cup, I almost thought you weren't going to be useful anymore." ”"Alasto."
Professor Dumbledore's voice suddenly rang out, reminding "Moody" not to be disrespectful, and "Moody's" eyes narrowed and stopped talking.Interestingly, the Headmaster's voice sounded like he was clearly right next to everyone, and the students were startled when they held their breath and watched the two guys arguing with each other, and they all looked back, only to find that Dumbledore was still sitting in the referee's seat in the distance, looking at "Moody" with a look of restraint."
Merlin's ears, he knows everything!"
A student whispered."
It's just a fun little trick."
The headmaster's voice was modest, scaring the student to the ground.Crouch's face didn't change at all when he heard the fake Moody's words, and he didn't even move his lowered fingers, and he didn't seem to care at all about being viewed by these malicious opinions.He raised his eyelids almost imperceptibly and said, "I don't think I heard that, Mad-Eyed man."
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Oro's work is based on personal ability, not sharp tongue. ”He paused, looked at Sirius the Fugitive, who was desperately shaking his head on the ground but was visibly speechless, and continued, "If he really is a student who used Polyjuice Potion, then the only reason he is like this is - he is a stand-in." ”Crouch glanced around the arena, and his meaning was self-evident: the main owner who had escaped through a stand-in was nearby.The students who heard this all stopped, and for a moment only the wind blew through half of the field, and then the scene was very chaotic all of a sudden, and some timid students had already begun to run towards the referee's seat, and now it was too close to a few discerning adults to be safe, and I wanted to take advantage of the chaos and Sirius to leave the playing field, but his hand was still held by Professor McGonagall, and the important thing was that I saw that he was in high spirits, and he didn't really want to leave......
When Crouch saw this, as soon as his wand was raised, several high walls with a metallic sheen blocked all the cracks in the field, and it seemed that no one would be let out for the time being."
Looks like you haven't learned anything about being good in years, Director (2)."
Little Crouch sneered, "Are you going to check these little cubs one by one, I suggest you give your head ......"
Before he could say anything more unpleasant, Professor McGonagall took over the conversation seriously: "Mr.
Crouch, I advise you to think of a better way, even if you don't care what public opinion says, but we have to think about the safety of the students."
If Sirius does get mixed up in the crowd, we must evacuate the crowd immediately and give him a chance to leave—instead of trying to lock a desperate wolf in a sheepfold. ”Mr.
Crouch has a fierce look in his eyes, and his majestic □□ looks more like a minister than Fudge (the common denominator is that no one else buys their accounts very much): "There are so many teachers here, we can control Blake before it becomes serious."
Now, then, Vizili (3), go and tell the students to assemble according to the academy and do as I say!
”Percy, who had already rushed over and waited on the side, only took half a second to realize that this was an order to himself, and immediately replied yes in a businesslike manner, and cast a amplification spell on himself to announce the director's order.Professor McGonagall glared at Percy to stop him, but Moody raised his hand and disarmed him.McGonagall gave the fake Moody a grateful look, then looked at the communications director with an incomprehensible look: "Are you crazy?"
There are so many students here, you're going to use them as bait!
”She didn't seem to have the strength to be angry, and all her emotions were used to experience the words "unreasonable"."
We're dealing with a frenzied fugitive!"
Crouch obviously felt that he couldn't communicate with McGonagall anymore, and he raised his voice, "McGonagall, you're short-sighted!"
What unpredictable things will he do after letting this madman go!
We might as well get rid of him while we can control the situation!
”Sirius, the "madman" who had been named by the former ministerial candidate to be disposed of, was now standing right under their noses, one hand still being held by Professor McGonagall, and now he was watching the chickens and dogs jumping and mouth-syncing at me: "I'm glad I didn't miss this!"
Moody's Eye on Crouch Jr.'
s face had long since discovered that Sirius was here, but he had remained silent, and now he happened to catch the sight of Sirius grimacing at me, and he seemed to take a small breath, then closed his eyes, blocking out all the emotions in the gray eyes.In less than two seconds, he opened his calm, scrutinizing, emotionless eyes."
This is Hogwarts, Mr.
Crouch," he said, looking at the Director with a cold look and in Moody's usual gruff voice, "you have no right to dictate here.You are not the father of these students, and you have no right to decide whether they live or die. ”Hearing this, Mr.
Crouch seemed to be electrocuted, and his hand holding his wand trembled, as if he was about to attack Moody, but perhaps his years of old-fashioned self-discipline habits were deep in his bones, and he immediately restrained his impulse, and finally just uttered a "you" syllable, and never moved again.The corners of Crouch's mouth tugged upward, as if to say, "I know."
The scene froze for a moment, when the sounds of professors evacuating students could be heard, and I looked back to see that the wall that Mr.
Crouch had built had been dissolved at some point.Before Mr.
Crouch could react, a girl's scream suddenly sounded from Slytherin, drowning out the other cacophony of voices on the scene: "I know, Mr.
Crouch!"
The boy Professor McGonagall was pulling was Sirius!
”My brain only had time to make out it was Pansy's voice, but Crouch's movements were as fast as a bolt of lightning, and he unleashed the chains the thickness of the baby's arms to wrap around us, not even sparing me and another Gryffindor student in the vicinity.My hood was ripped off as the chains were entangled, and Crouch looked back and forth at me and Blake, who had become like me next to me, and the corners of his eyes lifted, and he instantly understood what was going on, and without even looking at Professor McGonagall, he said to me in a businesslike manner: "You helped and covered the escape of the top criminals without permission, the circumstances are heinous, the evidence is conclusive, according to the laws of the wizarding world, you should serve more than twenty-five years in prison in Azkaban - specifically through the Wizengamot sentence." ”I struggled desperately, but to no avail, and the oxygen in my lungs was even squeezed out by the tightly wrapped chains, only to realize that Moody's was not joking, and that the chains could really strangle people to death."
As for you," I heard Crouch's flat tone finally rise a little, "Sirius Black, the Dark Lord's lackey.There are many crimes, which are obvious to all, and the ministry has already approved an official document sentencing you to death, and once you are arrested, you will be executed on the spot. ”1 Crouch Jr. = Moody.For children who haven't read the original.2 Crouch Jr. was satirizing his ambitious father, Crouch, who had been dismissed as minister because of his style of conduct and for other reasons (you know), and was transferred to the relatively inconsequential Department of International Communications, where he served as director for nearly 14 years.3 Mr.
Crouch still doesn't remember Percy's last name.The author has something to say: as for the classmates who thought the frightened guy in the previous chapter was Sirius, Hermione's contempt is for you: "......
Use your eyes and brain......
That's not a cold!
Mr.
Crouch wasn't a Dementor, so he didn't need to be so afraid of him......
"You know the gap, so Hermione is Hermione, and I can only be grass people......
Chapter 48 Professor McGonagall, the Ravenclaw senior, shook his wand, and the chains on me and the Gryffindor student next to me (who were also tied up by Crouch because they were too close) turned into feathers and scattered, and I threw myself to the ground, holding my neck with one hand and panting for air.Professor McGonagall said coldly, "Convict first, then question?"
It's not that time anymore, can you use your methods so roughly?
”Ignoring Professor McGonagall's unties, Mr.
Crouch waved his wand, took it from me and Sirius, and looked around at the students, as if pondering how to "execute on the spot" among so many students—it seemed that the swift execution of Sirius was his priority.