Hogwarts: I, Tom, am really not Voldemort!

"Stop!"

Scrimgeour, after a brief moment of astonishment, directly drew his wand and aimed it at Tom.

"Your impersonation of Mr. Crouch to infiltrate the Ministry of Magic has been exposed, and you have nowhere to escape."

The three Aurors who accompanied Scrimgeour also realized that the person in front of them, whose face was obscured by a hood, must be the intruder, and they all drew their wands and aimed them at Tom.

Looking at the four wands pointing at him, Tom showed no sign of panic, but was thinking about something else.

He never expected to be exposed so quickly, which was different from what he had anticipated, so he asked Scrimgeour his question.

"I didn't expect you to come so quickly.

Before I'm arrested, can you tell me, I wonder, where exactly did I slip up?"

Isn't it because you took the initiative to provoke us that you revealed your flaw?

Scrimgeour looked at Tom strangely, and seeing that he didn't seem to be resisting, he didn't mind explaining further.

"I think you should have thought of this when you cast the Dark Mark near the town next to the Crouch Manor to provoke us.

Now the real Mr. Crouch has been sent to St. Mungo's Hospital.

You should just surrender obediently, Death Eater."

"!"

After hearing Scrimgeour's words, Tom could piece together the whole story even if he guessed, and he could figure out who did it with his toes.

That damned Barty Crouch Jr., a true antisocial personality.

I should have 'Avada Kedavra'ed you directly back then.

I just let you out and you're already causing me trouble.

It's truly his luck to have a 'hidden dragon and phoenix chick' like you around to bring disaster.

For some reason, Scrimgeour felt that Tom's tone and voice were incredibly familiar, but the current situation didn't allow him to think too much.

Without any hesitation, he directly shouted to the Aurors he had brought: "Attack!"

As soon as Scrimgeour's words fell, four red beams of magical light struck Tom.

Unfortunately, Tom instantly cast a Protego, directly deflecting the Aurors' attacks, and Tom was already holding the Elder Wand in his hand at this moment, directly firing a Stupefy at one of the blond Aurors.

The unparalleled attack speed and magical power caused this Auror to be stunned before he could react.

Just as the remaining three were preparing to counterattack, a rope made of flames silently bound another Auror, making it impossible for him to break free no matter how he struggled, and then he was knocked unconscious by a Stupefy, instantly losing his combat power.

Seeing that the well-trained Aurors, who were considered elites in the magical world, were knocked down two in just one exchange, Scrimgeour could no longer maintain the composure he had at the beginning of the battle.

When did the remnants of the Death Eaters have such an expert?

But the reality simply didn't allow Scrimgeour to think.

He hurriedly cast a Confrigo, wanting to buy himself some breathing room.

As a result, the person on the other side effortlessly deflected his spell directly with his wand.

The shattered floor, under the command of Tom's wand, flew up and transformed into stone warriors charging towards Scrimgeour and the others.

"Transfiguration?!"

Scrimgeour, while resisting the stone warriors' attacks, racked his brains to guess the other party's identity.

His fighting style was completely unlike that of a Death Eater.

Dealing with him, an Auror in his prime who considered himself an expert, was like an adult crushing and teasing a child.

Scrimgeour didn't even know when such a person had emerged in the magical world.

At this moment, the only subordinate of Scrimgeour who could still move suddenly had a puddle of water appear out of nowhere under his feet.

Just as he noticed something was wrong and wanted to escape, it turned into a water prison, trapping him tightly.

While he was struggling desperately, a Stupefy followed closely, directly hitting him.

At this point, the original 4 vs 1 advantage of Scrimgeour and the others had turned into a 1 vs 1 duel between Scrimgeour and Tom.

Scrimgeour, having dealt with the stone warriors, realized that his subordinates had been completely wiped out, and his heart had already turned cold.

Just as he was preparing to fight Tom desperately, he found that he was already being pointed at by a wand, and any movement would inevitably result in an attack the next second.

This immediately stopped Scrimgeour's movements, but this moment allowed him to see the appearance of the wand pointing at him, and his pupils shrank involuntarily.

The unique Elder Wand, he had been fortunate enough to see it once on someone, and that one time made him never forget the appearance of this wand.

"Albus Dumbledore?"

Scrimgeour called out this name in a dry voice.

Although it was unbelievable, whether it was the other party's familiar tone and voice, that unparalleled strength, the fighting style that was not like a Dark Wizard, or the Elder Wand belonging exclusively to Dumbledore in front of him, all indicated that this most impossible answer might be the truth.

Tom, hearing Scrimgeour call out Dumbledore's name, slowly took off his hood, revealing the face of Dumbledore that was extremely familiar to Scrimgeour.

Shock, disbelief, doubt, and other complex emotions ultimately turned into one sentence from Scrimgeour: "Why?"

"Rufus, feeling the limits of magic, I just want to take another step on the path of magic in the few remaining years of my life.

This is just one of the few wishes of an old man."

Tom said to Scrimgeour, imitating Dumbledore's tone.

"Then the Dark Mark and the attack on Mr. Crouch were really done by you too?

This is impossible!"

Scrimgeour really didn't believe that Dumbledore would be the instigator of these things.

Tom sighed slightly: "I'm sorry, Rufus, all of this was indeed done by me.

But please forgive me for not being able to tell you the hidden secrets."

Looking at Tom's appearance, which was generous in admitting it but full of unspeakable pain, Scrimgeour didn't know how to speak for a moment.

Just as he was about to fall into silence, Tom heard hurried footsteps coming from outside the door.

"Sorry, Rufus, I have to go, goodbye!"

"Stupefy!"

After stunning Scrimgeour, Tom casually pushed open a door and entered.

"Scrimgeour! Scrimgeour! Wake up!"

Scrimgeour, in a daze, slowly opened his eyes and saw Tonks looking concerned beside him.

"Great, you're awake!

You're okay, that's really great!"

"What about the others?"

Scrimgeour asked Tonks.

"They're all okay, they're all awake now.

Do you know the attacker's identity?"

Scrimgeour nodded, and then said a name that directly changed Tonks' hair color in shock.

"Albus Dumbledore!"