Chapter 399 How Come You Are Responsible for the Review of the Triwizard Tournament?

"It's really so audacious..."

When a former Death Eater was arrested and the news of unclean clothes and masks found on him reached the Ministry of Magic office area, William, who was about to set off to settle accounts with those people, was shocked by the news.

The information given by Lucius was too much and too important. It took him a lot of time to analyze the information - but even so, the masked men were caught too quickly, right?

'How did you escape from a situation where you were bound to go to Azkaban...'

He couldn't even imagine that someone would just carry the clothes they wore during the crime with them.

Is this thing very collectible?

With just a click of the wand, a transfiguration spell or some other magic can completely destroy the evidence. Can you still be caught?

You, a former Death Eater, will definitely be the subject of major suspicion when this kind of chaos occurs. If you don't clean up your tail, are you planning to starve the Ministry of Magic?

He was not the only one complaining like this, Sirius and Lupine, who were invited to be thugs, were also a little dissatisfied.

After being blocked by those guys for half the night, everyone even got the camp started to take shape. As a result, the beaters grabbed the handles of those guys like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Logically speaking, they should be happy, but this process is indeed A little frustrated.

“I don’t know how many exchanges it will take to get the list out——”

Sirius yawned boredly, "It seems that the striker has finished all the work. Forget it, we have been busy for most of the night, let's find a place to rest..."

Lupine was almost in the same state. The suggestion of finding those masked guys cheered him up, but this excitement made fatigue suddenly emerge after learning that the beater had completed everything.

"Okay," William was also a little tired, "Then I'm going to find a tent to sleep in - this night is more exciting than watching Quidditch."

"Absolutely," Lupine hesitated, "but I still think Quidditch is more interesting."

"Who says it's not-" Sirius waved his hand and turned to leave, "But it feels like I'm playing a game of Quidditch... See you later!"

"See you."

William found the tent arranged for him, started to check it regularly, and arranged defensive magic.

But before he was ready to cast the spell, Dumbledore came over.

"Good evening, principal, don't you want to rest?"

William stopped what he was doing and sat on a chair in the tent to receive Dumbledore.

"We should go back to school, Professor William."

Dumbledore instead looked at William with a smile.

"Back to school?"

William was surprised for a moment, and then immediately agreed with this view, "Now, principal?"

"Now, Fuji might be a little anxious."

Dumbledore shook his head, "You have to apply for several large-scale magic experiments this school year - the Ministry of Magic has specially approved a grant for your experiments."

'I'm so sleepy, I'm all confused...'

William suddenly realized that he had gone too far in the limelight tonight.

If he slept one more night in the camp, it would be embarrassing when the newspapers and media reported it tomorrow morning.

The riots have subsided and the case has been solved. Everything was under the leadership of the Fudge government. Doesn't it add to the report that the professor is still here?

"Well, let's leave now."

William just didn't want to sleep in a tent - he didn't feel at ease without a reliable person around him, and the office on campus was different.

Fudge gave both approval letters and research funds. Even if there was still some old grudges, William was really embarrassed to stay here - why did he need so much fame? Without this fame, how could those fifth-year students Do you dare to rebel?

Dumbledore nodded and began to make the portkey with satisfaction.

For some reason, he didn't want to meet someone who was too obsessed with power, so that was fine for now.

‘It just feels like something is missing. ’

William thought, and then triggered the door key - it was still the reassuring Dumbledore's office.

After hurriedly saying goodbye to the principal and trying to grab something but failed, he returned to his office with regret, then fell down on the bed with satisfaction and fell into a deep sleep.

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"Ah sneeze!"

As dawn approached, the woods grew colder.

Professor Taylor sneezed and then changed the subject aside as if to divert his attention.

"Let me tell you, Professor Adams, your plant is good at everything, except that it cannot block out light, otherwise we can still light a fire."

"How can there be such a plant? It absorbs both sound and light. Haven't you even explained the basic principles of the properties of herbs?"

Adams rolled his eyes angrily, "Plants like mandrake that can pull themselves out have the problem of having to be buried in the soil. How can there be such a universal herb as you mentioned..."

"Well, being able to isolate the sound has been a big help. If you ask for too much, you may not get anything."

Another professor persuaded, and then started talking about a new topic.

"Speaking of which, what's going on outside? The Dark Mark has been taken down, but the movement of casting spells has never stopped - are those guys really fighting the Ministry of Magic with wands?"

"I don't know - just hide for now and wait until daybreak. I also temporarily replanted some defensive plants, but if you want to stimulate growth, you have to wait until there is sunlight, and the effect will be much worse."

Adams casually pulled off a leaf of a sound-absorbing plant and said, "They can last for more than three hours, which is enough."

They continued to squat patiently, waiting for the light of the battle around them to fade and for daylight to arrive.

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"There are still many people who have not been found? Please mobilize another group of strikers to search?"

Crouch listened to the striker's report in his command tent, frowning tightly.

"Where can I find extra manpower for you?"

He spread his hands, "Our focus is to quickly open the mouths of those former Death Eaters, arrest all the troublemakers as soon as possible, and then send them to the court, instead of waiting for a while now Let’s form more search teams!”

"The magical creatures here have almost been dealt with during this period. There won't be many problems if we stay there for one night, but any perpetrator who slips through the net can bring misfortune to dozens or even hundreds of times more people!"

"As long as all the murderers are brought to justice, then we can solve all the problems this time and even all the problems that may occur in the future!"

He patted the shoulder of the person in charge of the search and rescue team, "I know you are working hard, but we really don't have any more manpower..."

The person in charge of the search shook his head and walked out helplessly.

Behind him, Crouch's voice floated over, "Yes, these one hundred strikers are also included in the hunting camp. We must catch those guys who embarrass us in front of wizards all over the world." !”

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"Sleep so comfortable."

William got up from the bed and glanced at the time - it was already past lunch time, more than two o'clock.

"I'm still a little tired... I'll give myself a good vacation today..."

Finding a suitable excuse, he stretched and changed his clothes, and then began to summon the house elf who served him.

"Bart, here's some bacon, half a chicken, a little white wine, and you can match the rest."

He rubbed his forehead and instructed.

After a night of fighting vigil and missing breakfast and lunch, he felt that he could finish two meals.

"Okay, Professor."

The diligent elf quickly delivered the food, allowing William to enjoy his first meal after a busy night.

"Ah...come to life."

After taking the last bite of sausage, William leaned back on the chair, stretched out, and then naturally placed his left hand on the back of his owl, pressing his fingers into a small nest among the thick feathers.

"It's summer...there's so much fluff...aren't you hot?"

He poked the little guy who was eating bread again - well, he was actually so big that he had to squeeze out of the window...

Although this guy didn't do much harm to other owls' food, relying on the Forbidden Forest really left him with plenty of extra food - the owls on the other hand weren't as good at hunting as him.

"Gu?"

The owl, which didn't even think about what to call now, turned its head to a rather weird-looking angle, and then stared at William's fingers.

‘I can’t even think about it in my heart…’

He tapped its beak angrily, "I have a day off today and let the professor go for a day - where do you think I should go today?"

"Gu?"

The simple map of Hogwarts was tapped - it was something William had drawn by himself just now to prevent him from getting lost, and his owl pointed its beak at the Forbidden Forest.

"Forbidden Forest?"

"That's right - I have to go to Hagrid and ask him if he can raise a thunderbird. School is about to start. If we want to do something with the thunderbird from the Ministry of Magic, we have to get Hagrid to prepare it quickly."

Thinking of this, William suddenly became excited - using magic potions to confirm the absolute safety of the castle sounded very meaningful, and it was an idea that could be submitted to the principal openly.

He just did what he said. He quickly packed up his things, organized his language, and prepared to transfer to Dumbledore's office to report the matter - mainly because Professor McGonagall was a bit strict, and he did not agree with Dumbledore about this plan in front of her. When I say "free", I definitely don't mean to be afraid of being arrested for work.

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"Thunderbird?"

In Dumbledore's office, several drawers were hung with shiny little locks. Although they could be easily unlocked with a spell, the warning was already strong.

"Ahem..."

Dumbledore coughed lightly and drew William's attention, "How did you even think of using Thunderbirds, Professor William."

"I feel like the threat of infiltrating is too great, especially this year's Quidditch competition. Although there are no casualties, the impact is too bad..."

William told an inaccurate truth - he really couldn't explain why he thought a lurker would come this year, and the Dark Lord took the opportunity to resurrect.

"Then just get one. Hagrid has been applying - just this summer vacation alone, he filled out application forms for all kinds of magical creatures..."

Dumbledore shook his head and laughed, "Minerva has been complaining for a long time."

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The co-authorship was approved by the vice-principal, I said, how can you laugh!

But such thoughts must not be spread on his face, William remained serious.

"Just follow the list of animals used in the Triwizard Tournament. Old Barty will definitely be happy with it. He is absolutely crazy about it now."

Dumbledore shook his head, "Have you read today's newspaper, Professor William?"

"Not yet."

William shook his head - he had just finished dinner when the principal came, fearing that he would have to go to Professor McGonagall's to work overtime if he couldn't get through.

"A very interesting report. I dare say it will make our enemy angry to death."

Dumbledore said happily, then handed over the newspaper.

Yes, our enemy.

After last night, Dumbledore's attitude towards William became much kinder.

Although it wasn't bad before, at the beginning, he looked at a trustworthy professor, but now, he no longer hides information about the Dark Lord.

William took the newspaper, read it casually, and then opened his mouth.

"Are they crazy?"

"On the contrary, Professor William."

Dumbledore shook his head, "I thought Crouch was exaggerating at first, but the fact is - yesterday's team almost reached a size of nearly a thousand people, which was even more exaggerated than I imagined."

"But most of them are guys who take the opportunity to express their dissatisfaction. If there are so many Death Eaters left..."

There is one thing that William is not comfortable saying, that is, many of them are taking the opportunity to vent their dissatisfaction with the secrecy law.

But Dumbledore obviously knew this very well, "Barty wouldn't send so many people to Azkaban. He was just using those people to send more Death Eaters there. When those former Death Eaters didn't When he can't prove that he was not present and is accused by dozens or even hundreds of guys, he probably won't be able to run away. He was good at this many years ago."

"Lucius was really helpful - after all this, the ones he denies without evidence will probably be sent to Azkaban."

William sighed.

It seems that before school starts, the dementors of Azkaban are going to experience a carnival.

Just when he was sighing and wanting to say something, there was a knock on Dumbledore's office.

The brass ring made a pleasant sound, and Dumbledore called toward the door, "Come in, Minerva."

"Good afternoon, Albus, and good afternoon, Professor William."

Professor McGonagall nodded, then placed a thick stack of documents on Dumbledore's desk, pushed it to Dumbledore along with the quill, and then looked at William.

"Professor William, you are back today?"

Before William could answer, Professor McGonagall seemed to remember something, "By the way, you will have to sign a confidentiality agreement recognized by the three schools later. Professor William, I have nominated you to the ministry to be responsible for some of the levels of this Triwizard Tournament. reviewed.”

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William's hand tightened, feeling that something bad was about to appear.

"By the way, we still have a lot of things to do. We can't interrupt Albus' work. Those forms need to be used before evening."

Professor McGonagall turned to Dumbledore and then looked at William, "We have to review the first draft today. There is still a lot to do, Professor."

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