Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Although Mr. Zhang and Mrs. Zhang were somewhat reluctant, seeing the serious look on Qiu's face, they had no choice but to agree.

"Dumbledore is in the school hospital right now. Let me go with you." Bagman said.

When Qiu's parents left, Glenn also ran after them.

At this time, the campus hospital seemed a bit chaotic. Harry was describing what happened at Riddle Cemetery, but his mental state was obviously not recovered yet. He spoke incoherently, and even he didn't know what he was talking about.

Fudge's face was livid at this time. Even though he heard it in a confused way, he could still make a rough guess based on just a few words.

There is no doubt that what the child is trying to express is that the devil who cannot even be named has returned.

He subconsciously looked at Dumbledore, as if he was trying to read some clues from his ancient face to convince himself that this was just a farce he staged to seize power.

"Please give way!" Madam Pomfrey came to the bedside with a steaming cup of refreshing potion and comforted her softly, "Drink the potion first, my child. It will make you feel better. After you drink it, continue.

..”

Harry resisted at first, until Dumbledore spoke, and then he reluctantly took the cup.

"I think you have roughly guessed what Harry wanted to express, Cornelius." Dumbledore looked at Fudge and said in a deep voice, "I have to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fudge immediately interrupted: "Albus! We can't make a judgment just based on the child's words...I mean, he may just be frightened and his mind is not clear yet."

The wake-up potion was very effective, and after one drink, Harry quickly calmed down.

"I know it's unkind to ask you to go through this horrific experience immediately, Harry." Dumbledore said slowly, "But your words are very important to us, so I hope you can answer my next question truthfully.

"

"Okay..." Harry nodded weakly, holding the mug that had finished drinking the potion in both hands. The remaining temperature on it seemed to bring him a little warmth.

Dumbledore glanced at Fudge and then said: "After being teleported away by the portkey, did you witness the appearance of Voldemort with your own eyes?"

"hiss..."

Upon hearing this name, a series of gasps sounded, among which Fudge had the strongest reaction.

"Yes, Professor!" Harry said seriously, "I promise, I saw Voldemort stand up from that big cauldron with my own eyes..."

Dumbledore looked at Fudge again. Although he didn't say a word, the look in his eyes conveyed an obvious meaning - you heard it, these were the words spoken by Harry himself when he was awake.

"We can't make judgments so easily, Albus." Fudge rubbed his hands nervously and objected, "Harry is still a child and has never seen the mysterious man with his own eyes. Maybe he admits his mistake.

What’s up?”

This time, before Dumbledore could speak, Harry immediately responded: "I'm sure that's him! I heard with my own ears that those Death Eaters wearing hoods and masks called him master!"

"There are too many doubts about this matter." Fudge said firmly, "Think about it, a minor wizard escaped from the most powerful Dark Lord in history by himself.

Coming out is very unreasonable in itself, isn’t it?”

He glanced at everyone present, as if hoping to gain their approval.

"Furthermore... this is Hogwarts, which is heavily defended. Someone can actually change the trophy into a portkey in front of everyone. This is unlikely to happen, right?"

"I think this person should be able to answer your question, Mr. Minister..." Glenn said, controlling Little Crouch to land on a hospital bed. "He tried to attack Qiu in the maze, but she was hit instead.

Fainted."

"I also found these."

Qiu Ye took off the package from his back and unfolded it in front of everyone, revealing a lot of things inside, including wooden prosthetic legs, a curved wine bottle, a trickling magic eye, etc.

Bagman took a look and immediately let out a cry

"Barty Crouch Jr.! Merlin's beard! Didn't he die in Azkaban a long time ago?"

Fudge looked at Glenn, who looked calm, and gradually began to notice something was wrong, especially since Lockhart was unusually quiet today.

It stands to reason that this person whom he regards as a confidant should have stepped forward to help him long ago.

"That's right!" Harry became excited again, "There is a Death Eater in Hogwarts! He was the one who put my name into the Goblet of Fire, deliberately letting me win in the end——"

"Relax, Harry." Dumbledore comforted him softly, "I think I need to make a trip for you, Severus, to fetch some of the most powerful Veritaserum."

"Also, Glenn, please go to the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office. There should be people there who need help. Don't forget to bring those things." He pointed to the package Qiu had just opened and continued to make arrangements.

The office was not too far away. Glenn and Qiu climbed to the third floor and quickly reached their destination.

There are a lot of strange things here, most of which were left behind by Mad-Eye Moody when he was an Auror, including the looking glass that had been destroyed by Crouch Jr., and the mirror-like one on the wall.

The explorer.

"Are you sure the real Professor Moody is hidden here?" Qiu looked around and asked in a low voice.

"There is nothing wrong. If the fake Moody wants to prepare polyjuice potion at any time, he must take the real person with him so that he can get the materials on him at any time. If those things are taken off for too long, they will lose their effect.

"Glenn explained while searching, and stopped in front of a large box engraved with runes, "I found it, it should be here."

He opened the package and took out a large bunch of keys.

There are seven locks on the box, and each lock contains something different when opened. After several attempts, Glenn finally found the place where Mad-Eye was kept.

It was a space blessed with a traceless stretching spell, similar to Newt's suitcase, with a basement-like place hidden under the lid.

There was a man lying on the floor, skinny and comatose. He was the real Mad-Eye Moody.

He was dressed a little thinly, he had no wooden prosthetic legs on him, the eyelids of the magic eye were empty, and several locks of gray hair were missing, making him look both miserable and a little ridiculous.

Glenn took a cloak from the hanger by the door, jumped into the box, and landed lightly beside him.

"The Stunning Curse...the Imperius Curse...very weak...very cold..." Glenn put his robe on him and checked the situation, "Little Crouch did something really dark."