Huang Ting

"Barty Crouch Jr.,"

Speaking of him, Dumbledore's tone was solemn and solemn, and his body straightened slightly. He was not as relaxed as before, and seemed to be a little angry, but this anger was neither towards Hu Xiuwu nor Barty Jr.

Dumbledore took a breath and then said calmly: "Last night, Professor Moody discovered that a dark wizard had gotten into Durmstrang's magic ship."

Hu Xiuwu grinned and smiled silently. This was Hogwarts' official explanation of what happened last night.

However, for Dumbledore to lose control of his expression management for a moment, he was obviously very angry with someone or something.

Dumbledore pretended not to see Hu Xiuwu's expression, and after controlling his emotions, he said slowly: "Professor Moody, for fear of danger, followed him closely, captured him, and found the man

It’s Barty Crouch Jr.”

"It's just that last night when I led the professors to suppress Li Huo, I told the Minister of Magic Fudge about the matter."

After saying that, Dumbledore paused for a moment, but then he thought, this kind of thing cannot be hidden from anyone. Hu Xiuwu can find out about it casually when he leaves the secret room.

Besides, Dumbledore was also angry. If he didn't want to save face and didn't want to show the dirty side of the British wizarding world in front of outsiders, he would have told Hu Xiuwu everything, so there was no need to hesitate.

"It's just that there is no trace of Barty Crouch Jr.'s body. Minister Fudge doesn't believe that the dark wizard who sneaked into Hogwarts is Barty Crouch Jr."

In fact, this was put mildly. Not only did Fudge not believe that the man was Barty Crouch Jr., he even thought that Moody had directed and performed it himself, just to clear up his old score.

Last time, Sirius's matter was not over yet. Dumbledore and Fudge were already at odds. This time, Barty Crouch Jr. appeared again.

Fudge: Is this a matter of escaping from prison? This is a slap in my face, this is a seizure of power!

He was not even willing to listen to Dumbledore's advice, and went to Azkaban for confirmation. He went to Barty Crouch Jr.'s grave to find out, and concluded that this person could never be Barty Crouch Jr.

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It's like an ostrich burying its head in the sand. If he doesn't see it, then the world will be peaceful.

Hu Xiuwu understood, but he didn't understand it clearly. Dumbledore could complain about the British Ministry of Magic, but he, a person from outside Europe, couldn't. Family members could complain a few words, but outsiders couldn't foolishly join in.

People hate iron but not steel, but they don't really dislike their own family. If outsiders agree, it will cause resentment.

"One Sword Dominates"

Hu Xiuwu avoided the question and asked directly: "Then who was that person the night before?"

He wanted to hear Dumbledore's conclusion.

Dumbledore said firmly: "Of course it's Barty Crouch Jr."

This was not just because Moody swore that the person he saw must be Barty Crouch Jr., and not the Barty Crouch Jr. impersonated by someone else who drank Polyjuice Potion.

What's more, after Barty Crouch heard about what happened last night, he secretly found Dumbledore and told him the truth about that year.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s mother drank Polyjuice Potion, pretended to be Barty Crouch Jr., replaced him, and died in Azkaban.

The feeling of licking a calf and the greatness of maternal love are beyond words.

Afterwards, although Barty Crouch was in pain and helpless, he could not let his wife's efforts go in vain, so he could only lock Barty Crouch Jr. at home and let the house elves take care of him.

Just a few months ago, Barty Crouch Jr. was rescued by someone unknown.

Dumbledore did not tell Barty Crouch what happened, which would damage Barty Crouch's face.

The shadow of Voldemort is approaching day by day, and he may come back at any time, but at this time, the Minister of Magic is cowardly, appeasement and retreat,

This also made Dumbledore think,

Sometimes, it's time to have a new choice.

Is a tough Minister of Magic better able to lead wizards and deal with Voldemort?

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After Hu Xiuwu selected half of the basilisk bones, Dumbledore put these bones and the three corpse needles into a bag with a traceless stretching spell, and attached a design drawing hand-drawn by Hu Xiuwu in the bag.

Wear a small cloth bag and send it to the romantic city by owl.

Immediately, Dumbledore returned to the principal's office. He also wanted to communicate with Nico Flamel.

After working with Dumbledore all morning, Hu Xiuwu didn't want to go to class anymore, so he returned to the room and saw Zhang Lingyu practicing the Golden Light Spell.

However, he is not cultivating and strengthening the golden light, but exploring the uses of the golden light.

Normally, Zhang Zhiwei would have scolded him for not doing his job properly, but the situation was different. After Hu Xiuwu's advice, Zhang Lingyu realized the correct way to use the golden egg. He heard the song of the mermaid hidden in the golden egg in the water and guessed it.

Contents of the second competition.

Go deep into the Black Lake to find your treasure, and the time limit is one hour.

But Zhang Lingyu can hold his breath for at most twenty minutes and one hour while searching for an unknown object in the black lake. Vigorous exercise will consume oxygen.

Obviously it's not something he can do, so he can only use spells to assist, especially other warriors who are not as strong as him.

When going to the Black Lake for field investigation, Zhang Lingyu also discovered the figures of other warriors, all of whom were practicing swimming, familiarizing themselves with the conditions at the bottom of the Black Lake, and understanding the distribution of animals and plants at the bottom of the lake.

It was too late for him and Harry to find out the secret of the golden egg. There were only three days left before the second game. There was no time to waste getting familiar with the arena. Harry was still trying to figure out how to survive under the Black Lake.

Survive for an hour.

However, fortunately, Zhang Lingyu's cultivation level is much higher than that of other warriors, and he can master spells faster.

He condensed the golden light into a thin layer and covered it only on his head. Although the golden light was thin, it was airtight and water could not penetrate. Only in this way could it gather air and provide oxygen for him.

With the golden light shield gathering this small square of air for him, combined with his own physique, it was more than enough to sustain him underwater for an hour.

Zhang Zhiwei nodded slightly: "Yes, as long as you improve your cultivation level, you will be able to master these simple tricks at your fingertips. Lingyu, you have to remember that all kinds of magic are used to cultivate oneself and the mind. Don't lose the big for the small.

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After saying that, Zhang Zhiwei turned to look at Hu Xiuwu:

"Although I have never practiced the Huang Ting Sutra, I have competed with several senior brothers who practiced the Huang Ting Sutra in the Shangqing Dynasty. Although they did not have as many Huang Ting Sutras as you enlightened, they were able to display some of the mysteries of the Huang Ting Sutra."

"The mysteries of the human body are profound and profound, so the predecessors of the Shangqing Dynasty created body gods to assist themselves. But you must remember that you are the master of your own body. Whether you are a foolish king or a wise king, you must not lose your position.

Become a prisoner of your body.”

Zhang Zhiwei gave instructions and taught earnestly. Hu Xiuwu naturally understood and was sincerely convinced. He bowed his hands and said, "Yes."

Zhang Lingyu's competition was about to begin. Hu Xiuwu didn't want to disturb Zhang Lingyu's training, so he went to the quiet Forbidden Forest to practice swordsmanship. If Nico Flamel could transform the Three Corpse Needle according to his ideas, Hu Xiuwu would also have the corresponding skills.

Come and control the new magic weapon.

In the forbidden forest, there was a sword sound like a dragon, and a long wind blew against the moon.

After two days of such a peaceful life, after the moon rose at night, Hu Xiuwu came out of the forbidden forest with a full body of heat, ready to return to the castle and take a bath to relax.

Twisting his neck and thinking about his gains in swordsmanship, a ray of red light quietly struck Hu Xiuwu from the left side behind him.

Hu Xiuwu didn't even look back. He waved his hand and hit the red light. Golden light appeared in his hand and scattered the red light.

Even Moody couldn't successfully attack Hu Xiuwu, let alone deal with him with such a weak spell.

After breaking up the red light into a ball of fireworks, Hu Xiuwu's figure slowly dissipated like the morning mist, and like a ray of cold moonlight, rushed towards his attacker.

Before the man could react, the murderous sword edge was already pressed against his heart.

There was cold sweat on the face of this strange attacker, but he did not dare to reach out to wipe it for fear of causing Hu Xiuwu's reaction, so he could only raise his hands and dropped the wand:

"Don't, don't be nervous, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding."