Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

Whether Crouch has ever seen the current Voldemort is a key question.

Even if he had more evidence to prove that Voldemort was secretly planning some "Devil King's return plan", he had never directly seen him in person.

Dumbledore looked at him with an incomprehensible look in his eyes.

"What are you going to do next, return to the Ministry of Magic? How are you going to talk about Voldemort?"

Crouch took a deep breath.

"My position has never changed. I replaced Barty Jr. from Azkaban just to make up for my wife. The relationship between Voldemort and I can never be unified, and it is absolutely impossible to reconcile it. After returning to the Ministry, I will tell this matter, at least let the Ministry of Magic prepare in advance. "

His answer is undoubtedly the most satisfactory answer.

Sherlock, Dumbledore and Moody sitting here all know very well that Voldemort is resurrecting.

They did not tell the outside world, nor did they remind the Ministry of Magic, because they knew that according to the personality of the current Minister Fudge, he would never admit it.

On the contrary, it is very likely that those who tell the truth will be suppressed as much as possible, so as to maintain his authority as a minister. During his tenure, there will be no possibility of the return of such a once-infamous dark devil.

Of course he couldn't stop Voldemort, but he could seal the mouths of those who revealed the information, and he could keep his power day by day.

It would be completely different if such news came from the mouth of someone like Crouch. Although his connections in the Ministry of Magic had been squeezed out by Fudge, his real power had not been weakened much by this.

Just like Dumbledore's reputation in the wizarding world far exceeds that of anyone else, but when his personal voice conflicts with the wizarding government, most people will still believe the government.

After all, the credibility of the magical government has been accumulated over centuries. Crouch is a member of the government system and one of the highest-level people. What he said is equivalent to taking advantage of part of the government's credibility.

After confirming Crouch's position, the conversation was almost over.

Before finishing, Crouch said to Sherlock with a complicated expression.

"If I say that I don't hate you for killing Barty Jr., it must be a lie. After all, he is my biological son. I personally sent him to Azkaban. If he died there, then I would too. I hate myself. But there is absolutely nothing wrong with your position and approach in killing him. Besides, you rescued me this time, so even if I have a grudge in my heart, I have no right to have any dissatisfaction with you. Let me say thank you.”

He stood up and bowed solemnly to Sherlock.

"Thank you for saving me, and thank you for giving little Barty relief."

His behavior made Sherlock look at him even more highly.

Sherlock had a very average impression of him before because of his son's affairs, but now it seems that he is indeed a person. It's no wonder that Dumbledore and Moody trust him so much.

"As you said, Mr. Crouch, I am just standing in my position and doing my job, so there is no need to express gratitude."

Crouch and Moody then left the principal's office, but Sherlock lingered and showed no sign of going out.

After the other two people left, he stared at Dumbledore and said seriously.

"I have a plan."

Dumbledore blinked and smiled.

"I don't think this is a simple plan."

Sherlock didn't ask him any questions and just said everything he was thinking.

Dumbledore still had a smile on his face at first, but the more he listened to Sherlock's words, the more his smile began to fade, and finally became serious.

After Sherlock finished speaking, he picked up the tea cup and drank the warm tea inside.

There was a moment of silence in the office.

Dumbledore seemed to be thinking about what Sherlock had just said, and finally he shook his head seriously.

"It's too risky. Don't forget that you are also their target."

"That's true, but if I'm prepared, can they really make things difficult for me?" Sherlock said seriously, "Besides, I've seen Voldemort in his prime, what else is there? Can big scenes scare me?"

"I still think it's a bit unsatisfactory. Your suggestion is very good, but maybe Moody is more suitable for this role."

"I don't mean to disparage Moody, but he is inconvenient after all. His body is not suitable for hiding. The only person best suited to do this is me. Besides, nothing is completely risk-free, Professor. Such risks are when we can Within the scope of responsibility.”

Sherlock stared into Dumbledore's eyes, and Dumbledore did not avoid it, just looked at him.

After a long time, Dumbledore shook his head again.

"It's still early for the plan you mentioned. I need to consider that there may be more suitable candidates."

Sherlock knew that he was actually not an indecisive person, but this matter really required him to take time to think about it, so he did not rush him, but turned around and prepared to leave the principal's office.

But before leaving, he left one sentence.

"Without anyone in this world, the process of history will still move forward. No one can't take risks, and no one can't die. We are all the same, Professor Dumbledore."

Sherlock's back disappeared behind the door of the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore clasped his hands together in silence, supporting the lower half of his face with the back of his hands, and the dancing light of the fire was reflected in his crescent-shaped glasses.

...

The results of the second competition project soon spread throughout the castle.

Harry, who came in last this time, did not receive much criticism from the students. Most people sympathized with him. After all, everyone knew that he had an accident during the competition.

Otherwise, according to the time when Harry first found the hostage, he should have won the first place in this project.

In this regard, Ron certainly did not complain about Harry for not rescuing him from underwater.

"It's not your fault. Someone's conspiracy originally allowed you to participate in this competition, and this time that person took action on this project."

Hermione said worriedly.

"I don't know if the professors can catch that person."

Harry didn't care much about this. Regarding the attack on him, the subsequent events had nothing to do with him. He said with some relief.

"Fortunately, the reporter who talked nonsense didn't know where he went, otherwise I would be unlucky again."