Chapter 89 You Don’t Want to Be Professor Fu because You Can’t Be Resurrected (V

Chapter 89 You don't want Professor Voldemort to be resurrected because of you, right? (5,000 words long chapter)

Standing in front of the carriage of Beauxbatons, Gretel felt as if he had come to Hagrid's hut, and the wheel was taller than him.

You know, he is already growing up, but in front of this wheel, he seems to be no different from a freshman.

The huge, powder-blue carriage, pulled by twelve equally huge, elephant-like, golden horses with wings, began to dive from the air and roared towards the castle of Hogwarts.

Fortunately, Beauxbatons was not an attacker. As a guest from afar, the carriage circled when approaching the castle, and finally fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The horse hoof, which was bigger than a plate, impatiently knocked on the poor floor tiles of Hogwarts.

When the headmaster of Beauxbatons got off the carriage, Gretel noticed that Hagrid, who was originally looking at the horse with relish, suddenly stopped stroking his beard.

"Oh my god, I must have fallen in love." Grett crossed his arms and irresponsibly dubbed Hagrid.

This man named Olym Maxim must have noticed Hagrid. His height stood out from the crowd, and he had no hidden talent at all.

Grett pondered silently whether he should match Hagrid, the good man, with a marriage. A bachelor in his teens missed this perfect partner and didn't know when he would be able to get rid of his singleness.

"Please tell Mr. Hagrid that these horses only drink malt whiskey."

God knows what Hagrid heard this sentence as. Anyway, when Hagrid walked up to take the horses away, he looked like he was drunk.

His expression was slightly drunk and full of fantasy.

Grett really wanted to rush to Hagrid's ear and shout, "You can't get a house if you lick a dog."

The people of Beauxbatons had just settled down when the surface of the Black Lake began to stir.

Obviously, like Beauxbatons, Durmstrang School of Magic also wanted to give Hogwarts a big shock.

The surface of the Black Lake, which was usually as calm as a gem, was agitated, and the movement in the depths of the lake was getting louder and louder.

A huge bubble cavity bulged straight up, and the waves hit the lake shore fiercely, stirring up the muddy wetlands on the shore.

Then a whirlpool appeared in the middle of the lake, like a bloody mouth that was ready to devour people.

Until the mast passed through the bubble, the cavity burst, and Hogwarts was wrapped in a piece of water vapor.

Durmstrang's ship actually emerged from the bottom of the Black Lake.

The ship slowly floated up, as if it was slow motion. It must be said that the moment when a huge monster slowly revealed its true face always makes people feel majestic.

In particular, a dark wind ghost ship that shone in the moonlight, as if it had experienced a war, emerged from the bottomless Black Lake.

As expected, Durmstrang, who studied black magic openly, their flagship that sailed against the wind and waves looked like a huge skeleton.

The dim lights in the porthole flickered slightly, like ghost eyes.

Finally, accompanied by a huge sound of drainage, the ghost ship completely emerged.

The surface of the Black Lake struggled for a while, but finally became calm.

The neat call made Gret suspect that Durmstrang's ship would not rely entirely on manpower to dock.

Fortunately, Gret's suspicion did not come true. The call should be a habit of theirs.

With the anchor chain splashing into the water, the ghost ship finally docked. The sensible wooden planks flew up by themselves and built a floating bridge in the shallow water.

Unlike the gentlemen and ladies in Beauxbatons who were almost the same as Hogwarts, the strong guy in Durmstrang had a strong Nordic style.

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Hogwarts made sufficient preparations for the Triwizard Tournament. The entire Hogwarts was thoroughly cleaned from inside to outside, and all the less decent portraits were shrunk into the dark warehouse.

Even the armor that usually leaned in the corridor was polished to a shine during this period, holding weapons and patrolling the castle with full momentum.

After several years, this was the first time that Gret saw them move.

The hall, which was decorated every time there was a major event, also ushered in a comprehensive renovation.

A red banner with a golden lion standing, a blue banner with a proud golden eagle, a yellow banner with a black badger looking back, and a green banner with a silver snake spitting out its tongue.

The logos of the four major colleges were painted on four huge silk banners, hanging from the dome to the ground along the wall.

Behind the staff seats facing the gate, there was a huge curtain embroidered with the Hogwarts school emblem.

Whether it was the staff seats or the students' dining tables, the tableware on the table was wiped and sparkled.

God knows whether the house elves who pursue perfection simply replaced everyone with a new set of tableware.

Now, Gret probably knows why no one came to talk to him.

In order to make the friendly school feel at home, all the faculty and staff of Hogwarts took action.

Before he causes any harm, all the faculty and staff of Hogwarts will not have the energy to divert their attention from the Triwizard Tournament to him.

At least, it seems that he just shared some of his little spells with others.

As a big entrepreneur who has created a multinational company before graduation.

It makes sense to contact and select some graduates in advance for your own business, doesn't it?

No matter what others think, Gretel, who is in the Hogwarts welcome team, convinced himself in this way.

Before things are settled and everything has not settled, he does not intend to take off his vest.

What if, the beloved Professor V accidentally fails because of a small butterfly effect?

However, looking at the 'Moody' with a magic eye spinning wildly not far away, Gretel felt that Dumbledore, who was in control of everything, would probably be defeated again.

In fact, if it were not for the God's perspective, Gretel would not doubt Moody.

No one would be so crazy as to doubt an old Auror who was trusted by everyone, accepted the invitation of the great headmaster Dumbledore, and played his last wave of residual heat before retirement.

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The imitation of Barty Crouch Jr. has already got the essence of Mad-Eye Moody.

With the help of madness, he swallowed the polyjuice potion mixed with wine to ensure that he would not be exposed because of the ineffectiveness of the potion.

An old man who has been on the battlefield for a long time and is full of pain needs to swallow a mouthful of wine from time to time to suppress the pain. It is reasonable, isn't it?

In the face of frequent and sudden concerns, Barty Crouch used this reason to reject others' kindness.

"Pain helps me stay alert, and painkillers will make me numb."

Hearing this reason, Gretel couldn't help but high-five and praise.

For Gretel, a fourth-year student, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has become a large-scale undercover demonstration class.

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Banquet Hall.

The students took their seats first, then raised their heads and watched the staff members file in.

The three headmasters, led by Dumbledore, lined up at the end of the line.

Under the lights, Gretel saw that Madame Maxime was actually half a head taller than Hagrid.

When she walked onto the podium, the gentlemen and ladies of Beauxbatons jumped up regardless of their image.

The little veela, Fleur Delacour, was very good at using her charm, gestures, and smiles.

After cheering, her gesture of covering her mouth and blushing made many people couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Igor Karkaroff, the headmaster of Durmstrang School of Magic, looked tall and thin, with short white hair and a goatee with a small curl at the end on his thin chin.

His appearance exposed Barty Crouch Jr.

Igor Karkaroff, this despicable and shameful betrayer, gave out a lot of information about his brothers and sisters after Voldemort fell in order to gain freedom.

However, Moody's reaction did not attract anyone's attention.

After all, everyone knows that when Voldemort fell, Mad-Eye Moody chased Karkaroff for a full six months before bringing him to justice.

After Dumbledore's welcome speech, various delicacies appeared out of thin air in the golden cups on the table, and many of them appeared on this table for the first time.

It seems that for the face of Hogwarts, the house elves also contributed all their energy.

Gretel even saw the hometown delicacies thousands of kilometers away that he had not seen for many years.

Obviously, the food culture of the ancient civilization with thousands of years of history has opened up the food map of these foreigners.

Well, Grete is of course a foreigner now.

But this does not affect his use of memory to popularize science to the people around him.

"Grete, that girl is looking at you."

Terry poked Grete and whispered.

Grete rolled his eyes at him, "You are wrong, she is looking at you, if you don't believe me, you can go to her to ask for her contact information after you finish."

Of course he knew that Furong was looking at him. Since he introduced the dishes to Terry, the girl has never turned her eyes away.

During the holiday last year, the girl went to Grete's communication store to inquire about applying for a job.

But she obviously didn't know that Grete had planned to move the store across the strait.

Grete didn't have a very good impression of Furong. This girl was too influenced by her Veela bloodline. She would always show the confusing side of Veela from time to time.

This is not conducive to the unity within the organization, especially after the organization expanded.

Now it seems that this girl doesn't look like she is giving up.

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When the dinner was coming to an end and Dumbledore stood up again, the whole banquet hall was filled with a tense atmosphere accompanied by excitement.

All qualified people were looking forward to becoming the unique warrior representing their school.

He would win honor for his school in the Triwizard Tournament.

When Dumbledore took the Goblet of Fire out of the box, Gretel noticed that the banquet hall seemed to be frozen for a short time.

Everyone, whether qualified or not, cast their eager eyes on the wooden cup in Dumbledore's hand, with blue and white flames jumping on the edge.

In order to let everyone see this treasure that only appears once every five years, Dumbledore carefully placed it on the box.

"As you know, there will be three contestants," Dumbledore continued calmly, "one from each participating school."

"We will score each contestant's performance in each task. After the three tasks are completed, the contestant with the highest total score will win.

The contestants will be selected by the impartial Goblet of Fire."

"Applicants must write their names and schools neatly on parchment and then throw the parchment into the cup."

Dumbledore continued, "Anyone who wants to participate should put his name in the cup within 24 hours.

Tomorrow night, which is Halloween Eve, the goblet will give the name of the contestant it has chosen who is most qualified to represent their school.

The goblet will be placed in the entrance hall tonight, and anyone who wants to sign up can go.

However, in order to prevent minors from signing up because they can't resist the temptation.

After the goblet is placed in the population hall, I will draw an age line around it, and those under 17 cannot cross the line. "

Dumbledore said something else, but Gretel didn't pay attention at all, because he felt a not-so-friendly gaze.

The gaze came from Barty Crouch Jr., who was disguised as 'Mad-Eye Moody'.

The magic eye was spinning wildly in his eye socket.

Others might think that this was Professor Moody's habit. He always looked around so vigilantly, guarding against any possible movement.

Gretel could be sure that the magic eye's target was himself and the excited savior Harry in the Gryffindor crowd.

Yes, Professor Voldemort never thought of giving up his covetousness for Gretel. As the person Professor Voldemort trusted the most, Barty Crouch Jr. would certainly not miss this news.

If there was a chance, Barty Crouch Jr. would definitely not mind sending the two of them to Voldemort together.

Anyway, as long as old Barty Crouch, who was controlled by the Imperius Curse, insisted, it would not be impossible for the Triwizard Tournament to change from four to five.

Gretel clenched his hands in his sleeves for a few times, "It seems a bit busy tonight. "

No matter what, he will not wade into this muddy water. He wants to ensure that Professor Voldemort can be resurrected without any mistakes. This is related to the development of the organization.

But you asked him to pinch Harry's neck and give it to Professor Voldemort as a resurrection material. Grete said he really couldn't do it.

Even if Harry and he were not friends, he couldn't do it. He never took the initiative to harm others, nor would he help the evil. Watching coldly was the extreme he could do.

In other words, if it weren't for his great ideals, he could have joined Dumbledore's army and wiped Professor Voldemort out of this world long ago.

"Harry, I can't help you. This time, just think of it as you helping me. "

Under Terry's cover, Gret quietly left the scene without attracting much attention.

A certain Veela who had never turned away also lost track of Gret under Penelope's entanglement.

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The moment when 'Mad-Eye Moody' pushed open the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's office, he decisively drew out his wand and threw out a green Avatar.

Gret had been waiting for a long time, how could he be hit? When the footsteps of 'Moody' appeared around the office, Gret was already ready.

"Crucio~"

'Moody', oh, no, the moment Barty Crouch fell down, Gret withdrew his fingers in confusion and blew away the non-existent gun ash.

"It's over, I seem to be going further and further on the road of dark magic. "

Speaking of which, since the first grade, as long as he left the classroom, he seemed to have not used a few serious spells.

It was either petrification or imprisonment. After obtaining Professor Voldemort's legacy, he even began to study the dark spell.

Especially after the trip to America, his dark spells became more and more profound.

It should be said that Barty Crouch Jr. really did not rely on loyalty to become a high-ranking Death Eater.

After being hit by a Cruciatus Curse by Grete, he was still able to muster up the courage to launch a second attack on Grete.

He felt that it was just because of carelessness just now.

Before the effect of the Cruciatus Curse disappeared, he mustered up his strength and overturned the debris on the side.

The flying debris could help him conceal his figure very well. He felt that he only needed one second to find an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

Unfortunately, he thought well, but Grete would not give him a chance.

The debris flew up, and Grete's vision was blocked, but the effect of the Cruciatus Curse still stuck like a thorn in the flesh. He.

Barty Crouch Jr. really didn't understand.

Why could the Cruciatus Curse still find him when he couldn't see his figure?

If Grete took off the props that changed the color of his pupils, Barty Crouch Jr. wouldn't be confused.

After all, the pair of silver pupils that seemed to be glowing didn't look like ordinary things.

This was another use of the silver pupils that Grete had found. No matter how hard a person tried to hide his figure, he couldn't hide the magic particles on his body.

In order to avoid being exposed, Grete didn't turn on the light. With the silver pupil vision, he didn't have to worry about the spell passing by Barty Crouch Jr.'s figure.

In order to ensure that Barty Crouch Jr. completely gave up the idea of ​​sending him and Harry away, Grete gave him chances several times, but then knocked him down.

Until the effect of the polyjuice potion failed, he fell to the ground and couldn't get up again.

Grete turned on the light and squatted directly in front of him.

"I know what you want to do, but I won't stop you.

But I want you to know who you can and can't mess with, if you have any crooked thoughts again.

For example, at this time tomorrow, the Goblet of Fire spits out my name.

Believe me, you will regret it then.

You don't want Professor Voldemort to have his plan frustrated because of your meddling. "

Barty Crouch Jr. lay on the ground, gasping for breath. He really had no room to resist.

The Cruciatus Curse was much more painful than he had imagined.

Looking at Gretel, Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly felt that perhaps Voldemort had made a mistake. This wizard didn't seem like someone who would let him manipulate him.

At least from the way he used the Cruciatus Curse without any burden, he seemed to be more perverted than the Death Eaters and Voldemort himself.

When other people used the Cruciatus Curse, they would have a sick smile on their faces.

In order to use the Cruciatus Curse well, it must be accompanied by the strong pleasure of the abuser to be effective, but Gretel seemed so calm.

This made him shudder. Madmen are not scary, but seemingly serious perverts are the scariest.

"Come on, Professor Tom is still waiting for Harry's blood to revive him."

The last words Gretel left before leaving finally broke Barty Crouch's defense.

He tried his best to subdue Moody and risked his life to sneak into Hogwarts, just for Voldemort's resurrection.

He could be sure that only he, Voldemort himself, and the little mouse who was taking care of Voldemort knew the news.

So, there must be a traitor among them.

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Small theater

Barty Crouch Jr.: Damn little mouse, after betraying his friend, is he going to betray his master again?

Damn, the little mouse has a hostage, otherwise I would have sent a text message back in a minute to let Voldemort kill this traitor.

Peter Pettigrew: Brother, don't make up your mind, I am innocent, the biggest traitor is the oily seaweed!

Barty Crouch Jr.: Impossible, he is undercover under Voldemort's order to lurk in the Order of the Phoenix, how could he be a traitor.

Don't try to change the subject, just based on his attitude towards Harry Potter in class, he can't be a traitor.