The Admiral of Hogwarts

"Are you saying—you found the body of a Beauxbatons Head Girl?" Professor McGonagall's eyes widened, and she asked in a slightly trembling tone.

As a wizard who had personally experienced the last war, Professor McGonagall was no stranger to death, but as a professor, she couldn't accept the death of a student.

Especially now that Hogwarts was hosting the most important competition in Europe: the Triwizard Tournament. The death of a guest from another school would have a very negative impact on the school.

"Yes, and the entire body was subjected to some kind of preservation charm." Enterprise nodded, "Although I can't determine the exact date of death, judging from various clues, he most likely died within five hours."

According to Enterprise's analysis, it was likely that their actions in Albania during the summer had stirred up trouble, forcing Voldemort to adopt this more covert method of infiltrating Hogwarts.

And the practice of killing the person they were replacing before taking action was also a standard Dark Wizard tactic, minimizing the leakage of their own information.

"I can also basically confirm that the piece of paper Harry had was thrown into the Goblet of Fire by this person." After explaining the matter of the body, Enterprise also analyzed the reason why Harry was entered into the tournament.

"I think the slip of paper thrown into the Goblet of Fire by this attacker, who was disguised as a Beauxbatons student at the time, probably had Harry's name on it, and then they cast a Confundus Charm on the Goblet of Fire."

"After all, there were no professors present in the hall when the Beauxbatons students were voting, so it wouldn't have been too difficult to cast such a charm under the cover of their robes."

"That guy has been lurking under our noses for more than a semester without being discovered. It seems I'm really getting old." After listening to Enterprise's analysis, Moody wiped his face with his hand.

"But before I completely retire, I swear I will bring that guy to justice. Otherwise, I might feel guilty for the rest of my life."

"Alright, I'll contact Headmaster Dumbledore and Madame Maxime now and have them come over as soon as possible." Professor McGonagall regained her usual composure at this moment and began to give instructions.

"Professor Moody, please check here for traces of spellcasting to see if you can find any clues about the attacker's weaknesses. Professor Halsey, you'd better go and comfort the Beauxbatons students."

Just as the Hogwarts professors began to mobilize and prepare to organize a rescue, Harry was waking up from his coma, only to find himself tied to a tree in a seaside forest.

"What exactly happened?" Harry, feeling a splitting headache, looked around, only to see a large pot with a fire burning underneath it in the open space not far away.

Fortunately, the headache wasn't permanent. Soon, he felt the pain lessening, and he was finally able to properly recall what had happened before.

After inspecting the venue, Fleur had invited Harry to sit in the Beauxbatons carriage and tell her sister some of his stories.

At first, Harry didn't plan to sit with Fleur because he still harbored some feelings that it wasn't appropriate to get too close to a competitor.

But in the end, he couldn't resist the beauty's request and followed her. However, Harry wasn't able to tell his little admirer his heroic stories, because he had just said goodbye to the others and walked to the edge of the Forbidden Forest when he was controlled by the Imperius Curse.

Although the real Moody had cast the Imperius Curse on everyone this year with permission, as an Auror, he naturally couldn't be as unscrupulous as a Dark Wizard, nor did he make Harry his main target.

So Harry's ability to resist the Imperius Curse wasn't as strong as he thought, and coupled with the fact that the cross-dressing big shot disguised as Fleur was also exceptionally powerful, Harry was directly hit.

"Almost got discovered by those two Mudbloods at the last step." Not far from Harry, a silver-haired girl cursed as she took off the women's robes she was wearing.

"But this has also given me an opportunity to kill those few Mudbloods who have tarnished the glory of pure-bloods, and let all Mudbloods know that they are not worthy to touch the power of magic."

After taking off the clothes, she grabbed her hair with both hands and yanked off a hood from her head, revealing an ordinary-looking face.

If Hugo and the others were here, they would recognize that this person should be a Beauxbatons girl, whose figure and height were relatively close to Fleur's.

"Damn half-bloods, defiling the wizarding bloodline." After tearing off the hood and taking a deep breath, the "witch" revealed a look of disdain.

Obviously, Polyjuice Potion can only be used for transforming pure humans, and wizards like Fleur who have other biological bloodlines cannot be transformed with Polyjuice Potion.

In a few minutes, the effect of the Polyjuice Potion ended. A man with pale skin, slight freckles, and messy light yellow hair, somewhere between middle-aged and young, stood there bare-chested.

If Professor Dumbledore or some older wizards were here, they would recognize that this person was Barty Crouch Jr., who had attacked the Longbottoms and was sent to Azkaban by his own father.

"Huff, huff," Barty Crouch Jr. panted heavily. The intense battle just now, coupled with Apparating with someone, had taken a toll on him.

Especially for someone like him who had been imprisoned at home for a long time and whose body was very weak, even if he had recuperated a bit recently with the help of disguise, such strenuous activity still made him feel somewhat overwhelmed.

However, a smile that would make people feel a little terrified appeared on his face, because he had successfully kidnapped Harry under the heavy surveillance of the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore.

And even better, in addition to completing the scheduled task perfectly, he also managed to take away two Mudbloods who had tainted the pure-blood's honor with their dirty hands.

Giving Mudbloods the Order of Merlin, and even choosing Mudbloods as champions, it seems this society has fallen. Thinking of this, he shook his head, shaking off this unpleasant fact, and his loyalty to his master increased a bit.

Thanks to his master's wise planning, he was able to complete this seemingly impossible task.

Just as he was thinking this, his eyes suddenly froze, and then an excited look appeared in his eyes.

Although it was already dark, Barty Crouch Jr. saw a short figure walking step by step out of the darkness, wearing a hooded cloak that covered his face. He was holding his master, who was temporarily in an infant state, in his arms.

As he approached, Barty Crouch Jr. found that his master was looking at him with an approving gaze. This made him feel extremely excited, as if a warm current flowed through his whole body.

Because that Lord had actually come to pick him up in person, an honor that almost no one else had ever received. The moment he saw his master, Barty Crouch Jr. felt an unprecedented sense of excitement in his heart, and the fatigue on his body was swept away.