Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 957: Acting explosion

Just when a decisive battle of who was "more sinister and cunning" broke out in the depths of the maze, the boring audience outside the maze was whispering, just like the second project, everyone could only stay outside Patiently waiting for the results of the game.

The inability to see what's going on in the maze at the moment has no doubt greatly diminished the audience's enthusiasm for the finals, because there is no viewing experience at all.

Isobel and Nia are sitting in the family seats waiting patiently. It seems that in order to hide their anxiety, Isobel is grooming Tom, and this fat cat who knows nothing is playing carefree. Yawn and enjoy Nia's feeding.

Not far from the referee's bench, Dumbledore squinted his eyes and looked above the maze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just now, green sparks rose above the labyrinth.

This is not a good omen.

"What's wrong?"

Amelia Burns asked suspiciously, noticing Dumbledore's reaction.

"There is a green spark," Dumbledore said suddenly.

"What's wrong with the green sparks?" Scrimgeour, as an Auror, was in many ways more perceptive than others.

"The signal for help is the red spark." Dumbledore didn't think the warriors would get such a small thing wrong.

"Anything signaled by a green spark?" Scrimgeour asked, wrinkling.

"No." Dumbledore shook his head.

"What's wrong with the green spark?" Fudge found the conversation between the two inexplicable.

Just as everyone was waiting to fall asleep, a silver monster swept across the night sky, circled gracefully above everyone's heads, and landed near the podium.

"What's that?"

There was a murmur from the stands, and the audience was drawn to the silver Gryphon.

"The patron saint?"

Amelia Burns looked at the Patronus in front of her with interest. Just when she was about to ask, the Patronus suddenly opened her mouth and spoke in Albert's calm voice.

"I'm attacked. Moody's a fake. Everyone's under control. Harry could be in big trouble. I'm not hurt."

After the silver Gryphon passed the message, it disappeared completely. The audience in the stands took a long time to realize what was going on.

Dumbledore drew his wand and stood up.

"Who is that Patronus?"

Scrimgeour also drew his wand, and the Auror's experience told him that something bad was going on in the labyrinth.

"The patron saint of Mr. Anderson."

Dumbledore pointed his wand to his throat and shouted, "Quiet, please be quiet, professors."

"Scrimgeour, Mrs. Maxime, Severus, don't you mind accompany me into the labyrinth!" Dumbledore greeted the three of them and walked quickly towards the depths of the labyrinth.

Fudge and Amelia Burns looked at each other, but ultimately did not follow into the labyrinth, knowing that someone outside needed help to maintain order.

"This..."

Scrimgeour frowned deeply as he looked at Grindylow, who was stabbed to death by the soil cone, the solid stone bridge in front of him, and the red hats engulfed by the hedge.

"It must be Mr. Anderson who made it, and he is the only one who can do such exaggerated things." Snape didn't think other warriors had this ability.

"Do you know which way to go?" Madame Maxime asked Dumbledore, who was leading the way.

"I don't know, I want to follow in Mr. Anderson's footsteps, and it shouldn't be difficult to find him."

At this moment, a red spark suddenly rose into the sky.

"It seems that Mr. Anderson is also worried that we can't find the right way." Dumbledore walked quickly in the direction of the red spark.

On the way, they saw a burnt passage and a charred end snail with a hole in its head.

"He did this too?"

Although Scrimgeour didn't know the blow-tail snail, he could see that it was dangerous, but it was burned to death.

"It should be the devil's flame." Snape glanced at Dumbledore and reminded, "It seems that guy has learned a lot of black magic recently."

Everyone raised their vigilance, but they soon realized that their vigilance was completely unnecessary, because all the dangers were solved by Albert.

They find three professors who are tightly bound by spells.

"If I were you, I wouldn't take the shackles off them easily."

A voice suddenly sounded, causing Snape, who was about to go over to check, to stop, and his eyes glanced at a certain plant in the corner, his face shaking slightly.

"Then Moody is a fake. He's probably Peter Pettigrew or Barty Crouch Jr."

"Mr. Anderson?" Dumbledore asked aloud, raising his wand.

"Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were under the Imperius Curse. Of course, so did Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour. They used the Avada Suo directly as soon as they saw me, so in the It's best not to let them go until you're sure they're out of the Imperius Curse. Also, I didn't see Harry Potter, I suspect he's gone, and as for Hagrid, he probably hasn't figured out what happened matter.”

"Do you have evidence? Why are you hiding?"

Scrimgeour pointed his wand warily to the location of the voice.

No way, this situation is a bit weird.

"You'd better find time to find Harry Potter, he may not be at Hogwarts anymore, he should have been sent away by that impostor by some means, I suspect that the Death Eaters need to catch him. The appearance of Harry Potter is to resurrect the mysterious man, you better wake up the impostor as soon as possible, and knock out where Potter was taken from his mouth, otherwise it will be too late, I am afraid you can only help Harry Potter. Potter's body was collected."

"Severus, please bring the most powerful Veritaserum, and bring the Powerful Restorative by the way." Dumbledore's face became extremely gloomy.

"You said that other warriors were also under the Imperius Curse?" Madame Maxime frowned and asked, "Where is Fleur?"

"Go down the front passage and you'll be able to meet Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum. However, you'd better not wake them up until they've lifted the Imperius Curse." Burt's voice sounded again.

"What the **** are you doing?"

Scrimgeour frowned, displeased with Albert's practice of hiding his head and showing his tail.

As the only insider, he obviously needs to explain things to everyone.

"I'm going to get the trophy first, I think the students at Hogwarts will probably want me to take it back, and we can meet up outside and talk about what's going on here."

"Wait! And you are like this, how can we believe what you say."

Just as Scrimgeour was about to walk in the direction of the sound, he saw a spell flying towards him. He waved his wand quickly to remove the spell. Can support in front.

After Scrimgeour blocked all the spells, he was thrown away by a force, slammed into the hedge behind him, and was immediately wrapped around his hands and feet by countless vines, even his mouth was sealed. Next, another stun spell flew out of the dark passage, hitting the struggling Scrimgeour, completely removing his threat.

The most astonishing thing is that the moment Scrimgeour's wand fell out of his hand, it was pulled by a force and flew towards the dark passage.

"Ah, this..."

Mrs. Maxime glanced at Scrimgeour, who was being held against the wall by a series of spells, with a strange expression on her face. She had known that Albert Anderson was a very powerful wizard, and now she knew that How awesome is this guy.

No wonder a group of people tried to kill him, but Albert Anderson brought them all down.

"Of course you don't believe me, because I don't believe you either."

"Tonight, I've had enough of the attack, of the Avadas being thrown at me, so don't do anything that makes me feel suspicious, or I'll just temporarily treat you as being The hapless creatures controlled by the Imperius Curse, temporarily relieve your threat."

The voice sounded a little cold, clearly displeased with Scrimgeour's rash behavior.

"Pay attention to safety, we'll meet outside, come out quickly, so as not to worry others." Dumbledore didn't blame Albert's extreme approach, and said sideways, "Mrs. Maxime, please, please. Go to Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour, and take them out of the labyrinth first, and we'll talk about other things later."

"Okay." After Mrs. Maxim agreed, she quickly walked towards the front passage.

After Lady Maxime had left, Dumbledore waved his wand, lowered the subdued Scrimgeour from the hedge, and reawakened him.

"What the hell!" Scrimgeour's face was extremely ugly.

"Okay Mr. Scrimgeour, you'd better stop provoking Mr. Anderson. He has been attacked one after another, and now everyone thinks that the other party is suspicious. It is not wise to rashly **** him." Dumbledore sighed. He sighed and warned, "Trust me, no one wants to spend months in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries."

Naturally, Dumbledore didn't believe that Albert would be stimulated. Eighty percent of the time he hated the Ministry of Magic's formal style, and he didn't even intend to be investigated properly.

"Where's my wand?" Scrimgeour asked darkly.

"It was taken away by Mr. Anderson using the Flying Charm. I think it will be returned to you." Dumbledore comforted.

"You actually believed him." Scrimgeour gave Dumbledore a disapproving look.

"No question." Dumbledore waved his wand and floated several professors. "He actually had a premonition that the third project was life-threatening, and I didn't take it seriously at the time."

"He had a premonition?" Scrimgeour asked, frowning.

"The fortune-teller is always very keen in some aspects, so he can be safe now, and our fake is not very lucky, and his head is smashed." Dumbledore's tone stopped. , his eyes fell on Moody's wrist.

He uses magic to levitate the bracers.

"What is this?"

"I think it's probably... a door key."

The expression on Dumbledore's face was a little strange, "This should be the way he left for himself. Obviously, the fake Mr. Anderson also knows that Mr. Anderson is not easy to mess with, we almost let him escape from our eyes. dropped."

"Can this thing help us find Harry Potter?" Scrimgeour demanded.

"I'm afraid not. If it were me, it would probably be teleported to a temporary stronghold, and then Apparated to the past, so as to prevent people from being easily tracked." Dumbledore saw the caution of the fake Professor Moody and had no hope Harry can now be found through the port key.

"This guy is unlucky," said Scrimgeour suddenly.

"Yeah, bad luck." Dumbledore agreed. "He's obviously got the wrong opponent."

If it was a different person, the counterfeiter would probably have run away, so why would he lie here.

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When Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Moody were carried out of the maze sideways, they really shocked the students in the stands. Everyone thought the three professors died in the maze. .

"They just fainted temporarily."

Dumbledore's voice was heard above the Quidditch pitch, so that everyone could hear it clearly, lest their guesswork cause unnecessary panic.

"What about the others?"

Amelia Burns looked at the gloomy Scrimgeour.

"Still inside, Madame Maxime will lead the warriors out of the labyrinth."

"Who can tell me what the **** is going on? Who attacked the patrol?"

Fudge looked unusually pale as he looked at the three professors being carried sideways out of the labyrinth. He looked uncomfortably at Dumbledore and then at the gloomy Scrimgeour.

"I'm afraid you'll have to ask Mr. Anderson about this." Scrimgeour said almost through gritted teeth, "I'm afraid only he knows the specifics best."

"Where's Mr. Anderson?" Fudge demanded.

"Mr. Anderson went to get the trophy."

Dumbledore handed Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to Madam Pomfrey, who hurried over, and did not forget to warn: "Minerva and Filius are probably under the Imperius Curse. , don't wake them up just yet."

"Imperial Curse?" Fudge's voice rose a little.

"It's impossible."

Amelia Burns is well aware of the true level of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Moody, and it is difficult to control them with the Imperius, let alone under Dumbledore's watch. .

"Professor Moody is an impostor, and I'm afraid he is hiding the real Moody." Dumbledore's face was so gloomy that he was about to get out of the water.

"Fake?"

Fudge is confused.

"That guy should be Barty Crouch Jr." Albert's voice came from the entrance of the maze.

"Who's where..."

Fudge was startled and almost instinctively pointed his wand at the entrance to the maze.

However, he clearly set the wrong example.

A red light suddenly hit Fudge and knocked him out of the air. The wand in Fudge's hand swept an arc in the air and fell into Albert's hand.

"Peter Pettigrew is not as smart and cunning as this guy, let alone his strength and courage." Albert put Fudge's wand into his pocket and reminded indifferently, "Also, don't use a wand to At me, thanks, I hate being pointed at with a wand that makes me think you want to use the Avada Throwing Charm on me."

The audience was stunned by Albert's neatly disarming the Minister of Magic's wand.

"What the **** are you doing!"

"Don't point your wand at me."

Amelia Burns also flew backwards like Fudge, and was also disarmed, and the neatness of the movement did not make one wonder how many times Albert did it, five, six or More?

"There is no enemy here, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and reminded him.

"Who knows if they were under the Imperius Curse?"

Everyone is stunned. The Minister of Magic is under the Imperius Curse?

"It's easy to be, Barty Crouch Sr. is a ready example."

"If you've been ambushed and thrown the Avada Throwing Charm, you'd become as suspicious as I am. At least, I'm still alive and everyone else is on the ground, obviously I It's the right thing to do, or you'll have to talk to my corpse."

Albert looked at the people who were hostile to him with scrutiny eyes, as if he was considering whether to let them sleep for a while.

"I suggest you give them a little Veritaserum later, it's easy to figure out if they're a gang."

Albert's gaze was so indifferent that Fudge swallowed all his anger. It wasn't looking at a person, but at a bug.

Scrimgeour looked at Fudge, who was almost insane, his mouth twitching slightly, as Dumbledore said, and now this one is a little nervous about anyone who is hostile.

"What the **** is going on here?"

"What happened?" repeated Albert, "probably a conspiracy against Harry Potter!"

"A conspiracy against Harry?"

At this moment, Hagrid and Madame Maxime walked out of the labyrinth with Krum and Fleur, who were in a coma, respectively, and just heard Albert's words, and their tone of voice couldn't help but rise a bit.

"Harry Potter is missing. I don't know where he was taken by the other party. You can torture the impostor yourself with Veritaserum."

"You're fine."

Isobel and Nia trot towards Albert and gave him a big hug. The Triwizard Tournament trophy that had been floating beside Albert was thrown by him like garbage. On the ground, he didn't even look at him.

"Don't worry, it's just a nasty bug." After Albert gave Nia a hug, he looked at the relieved Isobel and smiled and gave him a long kiss.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that trophy, it was turned into a door key by Barty Crouch Jr. God knows where it would be taken."

However, it was too late.

When Amelia Burns bent over to pick up the trophy in front of her, she was teleported away.

"Bones, damn, what the **** is going on?"

Fudge stared at the place where Amelia Burns had disappeared, mouth wide open in shock.

"I don't know, but Ms. Burns should be fine."

"Are you okay? But she..."

"This should be a trap for me or Dumbledore." Albert explained impatiently: "Only an idiot would put a lion among the sheep, Barty Crouch Jr. obviously Wouldn't be such an idiot, or he would have been exposed long ago, instead of hiding until now."

"The flock."

Scrimgeour thought the analogy was laughable. He had heard someone compare the Death Eaters to a flock of sheep?

However, Scrimgeour did not intend to make any comments on the five people lying on the ground.

"Notify the Auror office and have them send their staff to find Burns' whereabouts. If this person is really Barty Crouch Jr., we'd better send him to the place where the scum should be." Fudge left in a huff. He didn't even ask Albert to get his wand back, which obviously made him feel very insecure.

"I helped you catch a fugitive, remember to give me his bonus," Albert reminded.

"If he's really the fugitive you say," Scrimgeour said.

"If you check wands with Flashback Charm, you'll find that many wands have used the Avada Throwback Charm." Albert used the Flashback Charm on Professor McGonagall's wand.

The terrifying green light that continued to bloom on the wand terrified everyone in the room, apparently more than once.

Albert took out another wand, proving that this wand had also been used with Avada, and the third was in a similar situation.

Well, even Dumbledore was silent, because whether it was Barty Jr. or Professor McGonagall, they almost used the Avadasa Life Spell as an ordinary spell.

It's no wonder Albert's reaction was so overwhelming.

With him, 80% of the time, the situation wouldn't be much better.

"I'm not blaming Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, but...I don't think the Ministry of Magic will keep him over the summer after they've drained the information on the fake. To be honest, I'm not a particularly forgiving person. You can't expect me to be tolerant of each other, especially when someone is trying so hard to take my life, can you understand what I mean?"

"We will soon find out who he really is~IndoMTL.com~ and let the Aurors search the labyrinth for whereabouts." Scrimgeour took the three wands that Albert had thrown, adding: "If If this guy is a fugitive, I don't think he has a chance to rot in Azkaban prison."

"I need to find a place to rest, I hope you can save Potter. Good luck, Professor." Albert walked towards the castle with Isobel and Nia, leaving a stunned group behind .

As for the winner of the Triwizard Tournament, no one cares.

"Aren't you going to the school hospital?" Madam Pomfrey called to Albert.

"No, I'm going to find a place to rest where no one will disturb me."

"You pretend to be the same?"

After leaving the Quidditch pitch, Isobel asked suspiciously, "What the **** are you doing."

"You have to be strong, otherwise they will keep harassing and questioning about the labyrinth." Albert said helplessly, "That's a bunch of people who bully the soft and fear the hard. As for offending Fudge, it doesn't really matter. Anyway, that guy is very good. Get off the stage soon, Amelia Burns will be dead in two years, and Scrimgeour won't live for a few more years."

"How do you know?" Nia asked curiously.

"In the next few years, there will be turmoil in the magical world, and the Minister of Magic is a bunch of unlucky bastards." Albert smiled and said to Nia, "Let's go, I'll take you to the airport, it's safest to leave tonight."

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