Harry Potter and the Temple of Tales

Mrs. Weasley's cooking is even better than Kreacher's.

Harry and the others spent almost their entire summer vacation at Grimmauld Place. The food made by Kreacher could not be said to be bad, but at least before that it could only be swallowed.

So, for them, this place is simply paradise.

"Percy, how is work at the Ministry of Magic?" asked Bill, who was sitting next to Louis and was working on the steak on his plate.

"Oh, it's good. It's an honor to work with Mr. Crouch." Percy looked a little proud, "Of course, I can complete the necessary tasks before his request every time."

"Crouch? Is that Barty Crouch?" Harry was a little surprised. He didn't see Percy in the elevator that day.

"Yes, Harry, if you know him, you will know what a great person he is." Percy praised in his unsparing tone, "Now we are mainly dealing with various matters related to the World Cup, and we will wait for a while.

After we finish our work, we have to organize a secret event, um, related to Hogwarts, you know, Dad."

"Of course, of course." Mr. Weasley said perfunctorily, obviously not caring about what Percy said.

"Hogwarts? What's going on?" Harry became somewhat interested when he heard it was about Hogwarts.

"This is top secret, Harry." Percy sounded like some conspiracy had succeeded.

Ron tugged on Harry's sleeve: "Don't ask, Harry, he has been bragging about this all summer vacation and always wants us to ask him, maybe it's the Crucible Conference he is going to hold at Hogwarts.

"

Louis shook his head. The Goblet of Fire was indeed a big deal for Hogwarts, but looking behind the scenes, it was a conspiracy to target Harry and resurrect Voldemort.

On the other side of the table, Mrs. Weasley seemed dissatisfied with Ginny's hairstyle. Ginny complained that Dumbledore was also so messy, which was fashionable, and winked at Louis at the opposite table.

"Speaking of the World Cup, who do you think will be the champion this time?" Ron put down his knife and fork and asked with interest.

"Without a doubt, Ron." Fred stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth, "Team Ireland."

"But Bulgaria has Krum."

"One person can't change the entire situation of the war, even Krum." George patted his head, "Besides, there is only one Krum in Bulgaria, and the Irish team is great."

Victor Krum is indeed the best seeker in the world, and he is only sixteen years old, which is the golden age of athletes.

"It's just a pity that this year's favorite team, Scotland." Charlie sighed, "The last time they competed fiercely with Canada in the finals, they just missed the championship. This year, they didn't qualify from the group."

"Don't tell me. Hector always complained that his fingers were not long enough, but this time he was beaten bloody by the Chinese team in the same group."

"It's bloody cruel. It's so brutal." Bill clicked his tongue, "However, this Asian country still needs time to practice if it wants to qualify for the group stage."

"There is also Bulgaria in the same group. That group can be called the death group."

Just when everyone was discussing happily, Louis noticed the ancient oriental name. He really didn't expect that the ancient Chinese country had such accomplishments in Quidditch.

What he didn't expect even more was that eighteen years later, this country would reach the World Cup finals and compete with Moldova, a traditional Quidditch powerhouse, creating the most famous Quidditch feast in the entire wizarding world.

This is probably a feat that is almost impossible to achieve in the Muggle world.

"It's shocking that Wales actually lost to Uganda." Charlie was a little annoyed. "Scotland didn't win a game in the group stage, and was defeated by Luxembourg in the same group."

The Weasley family was chatting lively, and Harry, Louis and Hermione were like outsiders. This didn't mean that they weren't interested (Hermione was indeed not very interested), but they were locked up in Grimmauld Place these days.

, are somewhat deaf to the World Cup games.

The last dessert disappeared, and Louis couldn't walk after eating it. To be honest, Molly's cooking skills were enough to rank in the top four that Louis had eaten.

Arthur used magic to clean up the mess on the table, Percy locked himself in the room early on the pretext of work, and several others were chatting and playing in the courtyard, watching Crookshanks catch the gnomes.

"Mr. Weasley, let me help you." Louis raised his wand, but Arthur stopped him.

"It's okay, Louis, you are a guest." Mr. Weasley said as he put the empty plates together.

"Well, do you have something to tell me?" He looked at Louis strangely.

"It's about Barty Crouch."

"Barty Crouch?" Arthur paused and looked around at the eyes of the people around him. Several children were gathering there to discuss something, while Molly was concentrating on cleaning.

"You must know about his son, Barty Crouch Jr."

"The Death Eater who tortured the Longbottoms?" Mr. Weasley narrowed his eyes, "I remember this guy died in Azkaban."

"This is what I want to say, Barty Crouch Jr. is still alive, and it was Mr. Crouch who replaced him out of Azkaban."

"What? Barty helped his son escape from prison?" Mr. Weasley raised his voice, causing several children to look here in shock.

After Arthur pressed his hand to show that nothing happened, he turned to Louis and said: "This is impossible, he is not that kind of person. He sent his son to prison with his own hands back then."

"That was just a self-protection move he made. If he hadn't done it in the public eye, he would have been imprisoned in Azkaban for harboring the crime." Louis said righteously.

"That's Azkaban, Louis." Arthur said, "Now only Sirius has come out of it. If Barty Crouch Jr. really escaped from it, where is he now?"

"Dementors cannot see the appearance of a person. They can only judge from the soul. Back then, Crouch used Polyjuice Potion to exchange his wife and son."

"As for Barty Crouch Jr., who was released from prison, he is currently being held in Mr. Crouch's home. If we can search his home..."

"That's ridiculous, Louis, don't tell me I can't do it. Even Minister of Magic Fudge is not qualified to search the home of a senior official of the Ministry of Magic." Mr. Weasley waved his hand.

"But you made a good hypothesis." He thought for a moment, "It is indeed possible to use Polyjuice Potion to fake the real thing in Azkaban. Moreover, before Barty Crouch Jr.'s death, Barty's wife also suffered from the disease.

Seriously ill."

"This is not a hypothesis, this is a fact." Lewis' tone was a little impatient.

"Okay, okay, it's a fact." Arthur was a little helpless, "There is a person who likes your conspiracy theory, although as an official of the Ministry of Magic, I can't investigate it. In this way, I will convey your words to Alastormu intact.

Di, maybe it will have some effect."

Mr. Weasley sighed, waved his wand, and a Patronus flew into the sky. It was an advanced Patronus spell, specially used to transmit messages remotely.

"I hope what you said is true."