Hiding in Hogwarts as a professor

Barty Crouch was sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room. The curtains around him were tightly closed, doing their best to block the summer sun from penetrating.

There were no lights in the living room, and he just sat quietly in the darkness.

Perhaps hiding his face in the darkness would keep him from being confused.

It was discovered after all.

Unable to withstand his wife’s pleading, he went through all the trouble to replace his son from Azkaban.

It’s not that he never thought that this secret would be exposed one day, he was just delaying the arrival of this day as much as possible.

But the stable and peaceful days in the past few years made him a little carried away, and Bertha Jorkins discovered little Barty.

Even though he used a very powerful forgetting spell and even damaged her memory, the uneasy premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Until yesterday, this uneasiness completely broke out.

“To Mr. Barty Crouch: Regarding your son, Barty Crouch Jr., we have something that we would like to discuss with you that will certainly be of interest to you.”

“We will arrive at your residence at exactly two o’clock tomorrow afternoon. Please do not refuse this meeting.”

“Some things have already happened, and you can’t stop them no matter how hard you resist.”

In the dim light, Batty read yesterday’s letter again.

In fact, he didn’t even need to read it. After reading it all night, he had already memorized the contents of this letter deeply in his mind.

“Master, do you need me to help you light the candle?” A house elf named Winky walked in timidly.

Barty, who was deep in thought, was awakened by her voice, but ignored what she said.

“what time is it now?”

Not drinking water for a long time made his voice hoarse.

“It’s five minutes until two o’clock.” Twinkle looked at him worriedly.

“How about I prepare some bread and milk for you? You haven’t had anything to eat since last night.”

“No!” Barty said firmly, standing up with his knees that were weak from sitting for a long time.

“You go stay with him and watch him carefully. You are not allowed to come out without my instructions.”

“The young master is actually very well-behaved. If you can…”

“Are you going to disobey me?”

When Twinkle heard this, she couldn’t help but trembled with fear.

“…Yes, Master.” Her watery eyes blinked sadly, and she left the living room, looking back three times, and walked towards the second floor.

The moment she left, there was a knock on the door.

“Knock knock.”

Barty’s body shook unconsciously, and his hand holding the parchment tightened a lot, but the paper was already wrinkled, so it didn’t matter.

He took a deep breath, and his eyes suddenly returned to their usual sharpness.

Barty strode towards the door, opened it suddenly, and saw the young man who was about to knock on the door again.

“Ahem.” Tver took back the hand that almost hit Barty’s face.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Barty Crouch, I am Tweel Foley, currently the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts.”

“I know you. Fudge has been mentioning you a lot lately, but I never thought it would be you!” Barty frowned tightly.

But looking at the same young man and woman standing behind Tver, he felt even more strange.

“Cynthia? It turns out you betrayed me!”

Cynthia did not speak, but showed a polite smile.

“In my understanding, this is not called betrayal, but called exposing the truth.” Tver stepped forward, passed Barty directly, and walked into his home.

Malvolio and Cynthia immediately followed behind, and then the group of people looked at him curiously without paying any attention to Barty.

“It’s different to have an elf at home. It’s neat and tidy.” Malvolio touched the shoe cabinet placed at the door.

He usually lives in Delix’s house, firstly to facilitate his disguise, and secondly to take care of Delix who is controlled by the Imperius Curse.

But Jeff now only cleans at the Foley family estate and Cynthia’s house, so in order to keep the house tidy, Malvolio has to spend a little time learning some housekeeping magic, and then occasionally do some cleaning with Deluxe.

Tver’s eyes were focused on the portrait of a lady hanging in the living room. Even in the dim environment, her elegant temperament could not be blocked.

Of course, there is still an air of depression between his eyebrows.

“This must be your lady, Mr. Crouch?”

Batty came over with a sullen face, glanced at the portrait that looked at him worriedly, and sat down without answering Tver’s question.

“Since you are here to reveal the truth, you shouldn’t need to drink tea, right?”

Malvolio sneered with some dissatisfaction, but Tver shrugged indifferently and sat across from him facing Barty’s deep gaze.

He deliberately used this little trick to try to anger himself so that he, who was at a disadvantage, could have some initiative.

But obviously, Tver would not give him a chance to resist.

He took out a bottle of pumpkin juice and poured himself a glass.

“Of course not. I think a celebratory drink is more appropriate.”

The trace of pride on Barty’s face suddenly disappeared and became extremely weird. After a while, he quickly hid the weirdness.

“Tell me, why are you blackmailing me? To let Cynthia take my place?”

“Half-guessed.” Tver put down the cup in the air.

“I never meant to threaten you. On the contrary, we intended to help you and help you gloriously become the new Minister of Magic and control the highest peak of British power!”

Barty was stunned.

This script is wrong!

Since receiving the letter yesterday, he has simulated the current meeting countless times in his mind.

Among these countless times, there has never been one situation like this.

“Why… wait, you want to support me, and then wait for Cynthia to accumulate enough qualifications to replace me?”

Barty thought he had a grasp of Tver’s purpose.

Even if they really help him become a minister, he is probably just a puppet, a puppet destined to become their stepping stone!

Tver was not surprised. On the contrary, he felt that talking to smart people would save him trouble and effort.

“It’s right to support you, but Cynthia will not replace you in the future. What I want to see is that you remain in this position.”

“We are actually in a cooperative relationship. I can assure you that not only will we not expose Barty Jr.’s affairs, we will also help you clear up the relationship.”

Barty’s breathing inevitably became faster.

It would be a lie to say that he didn’t want to be the Minister, but since his son was imprisoned in Azkaban, he couldn’t help but extinguish his desire in this area, and he has been muddle along in the Ministry of Magic ever since.

Who wouldn’t want to wield a higher power if they could? !

“Why, why should I believe you?”

“Although Fudge is in some abnormal condition now, he has always been sitting in the position of minister. How could he give up to me so easily?”

Realizing that his inner desire was aroused, Tver smiled with satisfaction.

“What if Fudge has to step down?”