Chapter 393: Qualified Sparring Partner, Crouch May Be in Trouble

After confirming Crouch's disappearance, Dumbledore notified the Ministry of Magic, and Fudge immediately sent people to investigate.

Harry received a reply from Sirius, in which he criticized him for meeting Krum alone outside Hogwarts Castle, and asked him to practice some practical spells for the third project.

Not only did his godfather say so, but Moody also gave the same advice. He could only selectively forget about Crouch's disappearance. After all, he couldn't do anything even if he wanted to.

Hermione and Ron were good teammates. Every day, they took him to the library to look for spells that might be used, and then they found empty classrooms to practice.

In the Divination class, Aaron sat next to Harry and Ron.

He looked at the tired look of the two and couldn't help but be curious, "What's wrong with you? You look much more haggard than usual!"

"Ask him." Ron pointed at Harry, his eyes full of helplessness.

"I've been practicing spells for a while, so I'm a little tired."

"You're tired? I'm the one who's tired, okay?" Ron said unhappily, "I'm the only one willing to be your sparring partner. I'm hit by the Stunning Curse dozens of times every day, and I'm hurt all over my body."

"Hiss!"

Aaron couldn't help but take a breath, and the look he gave Ron was not only admiration, but also a little concern for the idiot.

He was really brave enough to use a living person as a sparring partner.

If Harry accidentally recited the Stunning Curse as the Shattering Curse, Ron might have to stay in the school hospital until the holiday.

"Aaron, can you lend us Abe?"

"What do you want to do?"

"To find a perfect sparring partner for Harry!" Ron said as a matter of course, "It's a dragon, so it has high magic resistance and agility, right?

And it has thick skin and flesh, so it won't feel much pain when hit by a spell."

"Hehe!" Aaron sneered, "You are not it, how do you know it won't hurt when hit by a spell!"

Abe also nodded seriously. It is not even in its adolescence now. Although its magic resistance is maxed out, it still feels pain.

"If you want to kill me, just say it." Harry said speechlessly, "What if Abe gets angry and he hits me with his claws?"

"This..."

Ron looked at the harmless Abe, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

His understanding of Abe was still in the first grade, but even so, a slap from its claws was not something Harry, a small body, could withstand.

"Just pretend I didn't say anything."

The bell rang and Professor Trelawney came down the stairs.

The fire was particularly strong today, and the incense on her body soon spread throughout the classroom, making people feel dizzy.

"Harry." Ron pursed his lips, "Why don't we open the window!"

Harry nodded, opened the window a crack, and felt a little more comfortable with the cool breeze outside.

"Dear." Professor Trelawney said mysteriously, "We have almost finished talking about planetary divination, but today is a good time to study the role of Mars, because it is currently in a very interesting position.

Please look over here, I'll turn off the lights."

Professor Trelawney waved her wand, and all the lights went out, and the fire became the only light source.

She took out a small model of the solar system, with nine planets and their satellites shining in their respective positions, and Mars formed a wonderful angle with several other planets...

Ah!

Just as everyone was admiring the movement of the planets, Harry suddenly screamed.

He covered his face, the scar on his forehead flashed a faint red light in the dark classroom, and tears kept falling from the corners of his eyes.

"Harry, Harry..." Ron hurriedly helped him up and asked with a worried look: "Are you okay?"

"Of course he is..." Professor Trelawney seemed extremely excited, and was interrupted by Aaron just as he was about to say something.

"Professor, I think we should send him to the hospital first."

"Gaius." Professor Trelawney was a little reluctant, "He is obviously affected by the super-visual induction in the classroom. If he misses this opportunity..."

"I just want to know how to stop the pain." Harry said hurriedly.

"Professor, I will take him to see Ms. Pomfrey. I am afraid I have to ask for leave for this class." Aaron said and helped Harry out of the classroom, leaving Trelawney with a lost face and a group of students who were confused.

After the two of them left the trapdoor through the stairs and walked to the next floor, Aaron looked at him seriously, "What did you dream about?"

"Voldemort." Harry took a breath nervously, "He was with Pettigrew, and there was a big snake."

"What did they say?

I need Voldemort's original words, not your paraphrase."

Harry thought for a while and tried to imitate a cold and sharp voice, "Wormtail, you are very lucky that your mistake did not make things worse. He is dead.

Nagini, uh... this should be the name of the big snake."

"Original words." Aaron reminded.

"Nagini, you are unlucky. I am not going to feed you with Wormtail. But it doesn't matter. There is still Harry Potter."

"It seems that Voldemort intends to kill you and feed you to the snake."

Harry shuddered in panic, "This joke is not funny at all."

"Your dream... makes me confirm my previous guess.

Crouch is probably controlled by Voldemort, but Wormtail's negligence allowed him to escape to Hogwarts."

"That means Mr. Crouch is..."

"Dead." Aaron took a deep breath and said, "Voldemort must have other servants. He hid in Hogwarts. That night, while you were looking for Dumbledore, he knocked out Krum and killed Crouch.

As for how the body was dealt with, I don't know, but there are too many ways for us to find him."

"Karkaroff or Snape?" Harry asked with a frown.

"I'm warning you for the last time. Don't doubt Professor Snape." Aaron said unhappily, "Although he has treated you badly in the past few years, he has protected you more than once or twice, otherwise you would have fallen off your broom in your first year.

It may not be Karkaroff. You heard the conversation between him and Professor Snape that day. This headmaster is a coward with a strong appearance but a weak heart. Otherwise, Professor Snape would not have advised him to run away."

"It's not this, it's not that, then who could it be?" Harry was upset and at a loss for a while. After a while, he calmed down, "Go to the principal's office, we must tell Dumbledore."

Aaron did not object. This has already caused a death, which means that the person hiding in the school can do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, and he definitely doesn't mind killing people.

The two of them sped up to the principal's office, but the gargoyle stone sculpture in front of the door would not let them go easily.

"I don't know the password." Aaron said very directly.

"Iced lemon juice." Harry said tentatively, the statue didn't move, "Pear hard candy, Bibi strange beans, chocolate frog..."

A series of snack names popped out of his mouth, dozens of them were different.

Aaron was a little dumbfounded. He didn't believe that the skill of calling out the dishes had not been specially practiced.

"I want to see him, it's important." Harry kicked the statue angrily, and then sat down holding his right foot in pain.

"Why don't you take a break!" Aaron handed over a bottle of water, "Keep your energy and try again, I believe you will definitely move this statue."

Harry took a sip in a daze, and continued: "Bubble gum, candy stick feather pen, cockroach string..."

Click!

The statue moved, slowly rising, revealing a spiral staircase.

"Cockroach string." Aaron said speechlessly, "What the hell is this password!"

"I made this up." Harry's expression was also a little unnatural.

"Don't worry about it, just go in first!"

The two walked up the stairs and walked straight to an oak door.

"We have to take action, Fudge."

"I can't act rashly. At this time, the wizarding world needs a strong leadership team, Dumbledore."

"Then don't let them down."

"But I didn't find any signs of murder, not at all. Bertha's disappearance and Barty's disappearance are not related at all.

So the Triwizard Tournament will never be cancelled. I can't be regarded as a coward."

"Real leaders are wise and courageous, and don't care what others think."

"I don't quite agree with this statement." Aaron lowered his voice and said, "I personally think that wise leaders need to care more about the people's thoughts."

"I'm sorry, gentlemen." Moody's voice came out, "It seems that your conversation is no longer private."

After the voice fell, the oak door slowly opened.

Aaron immediately stepped back and stood behind Harry Potter.

"Harry." Fudge smiled kindly, "So glad to see you again.

And Aaron, say hello to your sister for me."

"I will." Aaron replied with a smile, "Professor Dumbledore, we have something to talk to you about."

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, turned his head and looked at Fudge and Moody, "You may have to wait a while, we have to check the venue for the third competition."

Aaron immediately raised his eyebrows, looked at Abe in his arms, and suppressed the excitement in his heart, "It's okay, the Triwizard Tournament is more important, you take your time, we are not in a hurry."

The three looked at each other, silently left Aaron and Harry, and closed the door by the way.

Hearing the footsteps getting farther and farther away, Aaron immediately winked at Abe.

The Holy Dragon instantly understood, jumped from Aaron's arms to the ground, stared at the phoenix Fawkes on the golden branch with a pair of clear eyes, and then sucked his saliva unconvincingly.

Fox shuddered suddenly and made an unnatural chirping sound.

But at this moment, Dumbledore had already left, and the door of the headmaster's office was closed. It was in a situation where it could not get any help from heaven or earth.

"What is it going to do?" Harry looked at Abe nervously. Although he looked harmless, he felt a little nervous.