Chapter 675: Expected Reaction
Evan wasn't specifically here to wait for Harry, although he guessed that Harry's scar might hurt.
Voldemort's Horcrux resided in that scar. Whenever Voldemort felt strong negative emotions, his connection with Harry would strengthen.
Harry would enter Voldemort's body and feel the world from his perspective.
In fact, the Horcrux was really amazing, but also very weird.
This connection was not good for Harry and the Dark Lord, but they were bound together by fate.
Evan got up so early. He was going to talk to Dumbledore about Crouch, their plans and the use of the Elder Wand to repair Ravenclaw's Diadem. Some words were not suitable to be delayed, and it was not good to go to the headmaster when there were many people in the daytime.
By this time, Dumbledore should have ended his search of the Forbidden Forest and returned to the castle.
Although he already knew the outline of the matter and that the search would not bear fruit, Mr. Crouch was personally there after all.
Hogwarts had to take a corresponding stance, and presumably it wouldn't be long before Fudge would come.
They both walked in the empty corridor, and along the way, Harry told Evan about his vivid dream last night.
Evan was very surprised to hear that Voldemort had begun to try to use the power of the evil god. Things were really going in the worst direction. No wonder Voldemort had to restore his power as soon as possible. Fortunately, he finally failed. What was he still missing now?!
And then there was Caresius, whose differences and mistrust with Voldemort had become apparent, just barely maintaining a fragile balance.
After Voldemort regained his strength, who knows what the vampires were going to do?!
The process of finding the secret treasure keys and deciphering The Book of Abraham also needed to be accelerated. After all, this was the only way Evan currently had to deal with the evil god, and he was going to take a trip to Egypt this summer.
He remembered that Nicolas Flamel had said that the Emerald Tablet there was very helpful for mastering Alchemy.
Evan and Harry, meditating, came to the stone gargoyle at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
"Evan, do you know the password?" Harry looked at the gargoyle, remembering that he didn't know the password.
"I don't know, but we can try it. It should be a kind of candy!" said Evan. "Sherbet lemon?!"
The gargoyle was motionless and unresponsive!
"Okay," said Harry, staring at it, "Pear Drop. Er … Licorice Wand. Fizzing Whizbee. Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum. Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans ... oh no, Evan, Professor Dumbledore doesn’t like them!"
Evan also said a few sweets in a row, but they were all wrong.
"Please, can’t you just open?" said Harry angrily. "We really need to see him. It’s urgent!"
The gargoyle remained immovable. Harry kicked it, achieving nothing but an excruciating pain in his big toe.
"Hold on, Harry!" Evan suddenly thought, "It should be Cockroach Cluster. Dumbledore likes this candy."
"Cockroach Cluster, are you kidding me!" said Harry in surprise. "Does anyone eat that stuff?!"
Before he had finished speaking, the gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside.
"It seems that our headmaster’s taste is indeed unique!" said Evan, pulling the dumbfounded Harry into the room.
They hurried through the gap in the walls and stepped onto the foot of a spiral stone staircase, which moved slowly upward as the doors closed behind them, taking them up to a polished oak door with a brass door knocker.
Someone was talking in the office. As soon as Evan and Harry stepped off the moving staircase, they heard voices coming from inside.
"Dumbledore, this is terrible. The Ministry of Magic is very busy right now. Everyone is waiting to see us ridicule!" It was the voice of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, "We've just solved Bertha's incident in the Albanian forest, and there is no sign of those damn vampires. And now there's another incident with Barty Crouch. I can hardly believe it.”
"Perhaps these things are linked!" said Dumbledore calmly.
"Impossible … absolutely impossible!" Fudge retorted immediately. "How can Barty Crouch get in touch with the vampires? This is nonsense."
"What do you think happened to Barty Crouch, Minister?" said Moody’s growling voice.
"Oh, I see two possibilities, Alastor," said Fudge."Either Crouch has finally cracked… more than likely, I’m sure you’ll agree, given his personal history. He was crazy and confused, thinking that the man was after him, and he came to Hogwarts from home. He lost his mind and did not know where to go…”
"If that's the case, he’s gone too fast, Cornelius," said Dumbledore calmly. "We searched all night and there was no trace of him. And you've just listened to my account. It was true that someone was after him. It was a high-powered Dark wizard. That man and Evan had a fight in the woods. "
"Evan Mason ... that child has been causing trouble all the time, and he's always been able to run into strange things!" Fudge's voice was somewhat awkward. "I've never seen a wizard who can cause more trouble than him. Well ... I admit he's strong, but I think he may have made it up this time. After all, no one but him saw the so-called Dark wizard who came after old Barty."
At this point, Evan probably understood! Fudge did want Barty Crouch to disappear so that no one can compete with him for power. But he didn't want him to disappear like this, to be murdered or something, and he and the Ministry would be in big trouble.
Indeed, the sudden murder of a highly respected Ministry of Magic official at Hogwarts would be the most sensational headline of the year. It would be enough to make people talk for a whole year. The conspiracy theories and terrible facts that would follow would be beyond Fudge's ability to bear.
All his strength was to deny all the facts and control things and public opinion to a small extent.
"Cornelius, the battle marks at the scene cannot be faked!" Dumbledore warned.
"Oh, maybe, maybe. Well, I’ll reserve judgment until after I’ve seen the place where he was found," said Fudge quickly. "But you say it was just past the Beauxbatons carriage? Dumbledore, you know what that woman is? "
"I consider her to be a very able headmistress… and an excellent dancer," said Dumbledore quietly.
Chapter 675: Expected Reaction
Evan wasn't specifically here to wait for Harry, although he guessed that Harry's scar might hurt.
Voldemort's Horcrux resided in that scar. Whenever Voldemort felt strong negative emotions, his connection with Harry would strengthen.
Harry would enter Voldemort's body and feel the world from his perspective.
In fact, the Horcrux was really amazing, but also very weird.
This connection was not good for Harry and the Dark Lord, but they were bound together by fate.
Evan got up so early. He was going to talk to Dumbledore about Crouch, their plans and the use of the Elder Wand to repair Ravenclaw's Diadem. Some words were not suitable to be delayed, and it was not good to go to the headmaster when there were many people in the daytime.
By this time, Dumbledore should have ended his search of the Forbidden Forest and returned to the castle.
Although he already knew the outline of the matter and that the search would not bear fruit, Mr. Crouch was personally there after all.
Hogwarts had to take a corresponding stance, and presumably it wouldn't be long before Fudge would come.
They both walked in the empty corridor, and along the way, Harry told Evan about his vivid dream last night.
Evan was very surprised to hear that Voldemort had begun to try to use the power of the evil god. Things were really going in the worst direction. No wonder Voldemort had to restore his power as soon as possible. Fortunately, he finally failed. What was he still missing now?!
And then there was Caresius, whose differences and mistrust with Voldemort had become apparent, just barely maintaining a fragile balance.
After Voldemort regained his strength, who knows what the vampires were going to do?!
The process of finding the secret treasure keys and deciphering The Book of Abraham also needed to be accelerated. After all, this was the only way Evan currently had to deal with the evil god, and he was going to take a trip to Egypt this summer.
He remembered that Nicolas Flamel had said that the Emerald Tablet there was very helpful for mastering Alchemy.
Evan and Harry, meditating, came to the stone gargoyle at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
"Evan, do you know the password?" Harry looked at the gargoyle, remembering that he didn't know the password.
"I don't know, but we can try it. It should be a kind of candy!" said Evan. "Sherbet lemon?!"
The gargoyle was motionless and unresponsive!
"Okay," said Harry, staring at it, "Pear Drop. Er … Licorice Wand. Fizzing Whizbee. Drooble’s Best Blowing Gum. Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans ... oh no, Evan, Professor Dumbledore doesn’t like them!"
Evan also said a few sweets in a row, but they were all wrong.
"Please, can’t you just open?" said Harry angrily. "We really need to see him. It’s urgent!"
The gargoyle remained immovable. Harry kicked it, achieving nothing but an excruciating pain in his big toe.
"Hold on, Harry!" Evan suddenly thought, "It should be Cockroach Cluster. Dumbledore likes this candy."
"Cockroach Cluster, are you kidding me!" said Harry in surprise. "Does anyone eat that stuff?!"
Before he had finished speaking, the gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside.
"It seems that our headmaster’s taste is indeed unique!" said Evan, pulling the dumbfounded Harry into the room.
They hurried through the gap in the walls and stepped onto the foot of a spiral stone staircase, which moved slowly upward as the doors closed behind them, taking them up to a polished oak door with a brass door knocker.
Someone was talking in the office. As soon as Evan and Harry stepped off the moving staircase, they heard voices coming from inside.
"Dumbledore, this is terrible. The Ministry of Magic is very busy right now. Everyone is waiting to see us ridicule!" It was the voice of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, "We've just solved Bertha's incident in the Albanian forest, and there is no sign of those damn vampires. And now there's another incident with Barty Crouch. I can hardly believe it.”
"Perhaps these things are linked!" said Dumbledore calmly.
"Impossible … absolutely impossible!" Fudge retorted immediately. "How can Barty Crouch get in touch with the vampires? This is nonsense."
"What do you think happened to Barty Crouch, Minister?" said Moody’s growling voice.
"Oh, I see two possibilities, Alastor," said Fudge."Either Crouch has finally cracked… more than likely, I’m sure you’ll agree, given his personal history. He was crazy and confused, thinking that the man was after him, and he came to Hogwarts from home. He lost his mind and did not know where to go…”
"If that's the case, he’s gone too fast, Cornelius," said Dumbledore calmly. "We searched all night and there was no trace of him. And you've just listened to my account. It was true that someone was after him. It was a high-powered Dark wizard. That man and Evan had a fight in the woods. "
"Evan Mason ... that child has been causing trouble all the time, and he's always been able to run into strange things!" Fudge's voice was somewhat awkward. "I've never seen a wizard who can cause more trouble than him. Well ... I admit he's strong, but I think he may have made it up this time. After all, no one but him saw the so-called Dark wizard who came after old Barty."
At this point, Evan probably understood! Fudge did want Barty Crouch to disappear so that no one can compete with him for power. But he didn't want him to disappear like this, to be murdered or something, and he and the Ministry would be in big trouble.
Indeed, the sudden murder of a highly respected Ministry of Magic official at Hogwarts would be the most sensational headline of the year. It would be enough to make people talk for a whole year. The conspiracy theories and terrible facts that would follow would be beyond Fudge's ability to bear.
All his strength was to deny all the facts and control things and public opinion to a small extent.
"Cornelius, the battle marks at the scene cannot be faked!" Dumbledore warned.
"Oh, maybe, maybe. Well, I’ll reserve judgment until after I’ve seen the place where he was found," said Fudge quickly. "But you say it was just past the Beauxbatons carriage? Dumbledore, you know what that woman is? "
"I consider her to be a very able headmistress… and an excellent dancer," said Dumbledore quietly.
