Daily Life at Hogwarts Chapter 957: Acting Explosion

Just when a decisive battle of "more insidious and cunning" broke out in the depths of the maze, the bored audience outside the maze was talking in a low voice, just like the second project, everyone can only stay outside Wait patiently for the results of the game.

The inability to see what is happening in the maze at this moment undoubtedly greatly reduces the audience's enthusiasm for the final, because there is no viewing experience at all.

Isobel and Nia are waiting patiently on the family seats. It seems that in order to hide their anxiety, Isobel is grooming Tom. This fat cat who knows nothing is carefree. Yawning and enjoying Nia's feeding.

In the referee's seat not far away, Dumbledore squinted his eyes and looked up the maze, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just now, green sparks rose above the maze.

This is not a good omen.

"What's wrong?"

Amelia Bones noticed Dumbledore's reaction and asked suspiciously.

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

"Is there anything wrong with the green sparks?" Scrimgeour, as an Auror, is in many ways more perceptive than others.

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

"Nothing signaled by a green spark?" Scrimgeour asked, wrinkling.

"No." Dumbledore shook his head.

"Is there something wrong with the green spark?" Fudge found the conversation between the two inexplicable.

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

"What's that?"

There was a whisper in the stands, and the audience was all attracted by the silver griffin.

"Patron Saint?"

Amelia Bones looked at the patron saint in front of her with great interest. Just when she was about to ask, the patron saint suddenly opened her mouth and spoke in Albert's peaceful voice.

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

After delivering the message, the silver griffin disappeared completely. It took a long time for the spectators in the stands to realize what had happened.

Dumbledore drew his wand and stood up.

"Who is that patron saint?"

Scrumgeour also drew his own wand. Auror experience told him that something bad had happened in the maze.

"Mr. Anderson's patron saint."

Dumbledore pointed his wand at his throat and shouted: "Quiet, please keep quiet, the professors maintain order."

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

Fudge and Amelia Bones looked at each other, but they still didn't follow into the maze in the end. They knew very well that someone outside needed help to maintain order.

"This..."

Scrimgeour looked at Grindylow, who was stabbed to death by the soil cone, the solid stone bridge in front of him, and those red hats swallowed by the hedge, and couldn't help frowning deeply.

"Mr. Anderson probably made it up, and only he would do such an exaggerated thing." 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 ahead.

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

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

"It seems that Mr. Anderson is obviously also worried that we will not find the right way." Dumbledore walked quickly in the direction of the red spark.

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

"He did this too?"

Although Scrimgeour didn't know the 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 the guy has indeed 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 resolved by Albert.

They find three professors bound by a spell.

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

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

"Then Moody is an impostor, he's probably Peter Pettigrew or Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise."

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

"Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall are under the Imperius Curse. Of course, Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour are also the same. They used the Avada Kedavra Curse directly when they saw me, so in It's best not to let them go until you're sure they're free from the Imperius Curse. Also, I haven't seen Harry Potter, and I suspect he's gone missing. As for Hagrid, he probably hasn't figured out what happened yet thing."

"Do you have evidence? Why hide?"

Scremgeour pointed his wand vigilantly at the sound.

No way, this situation is a bit weird.

"You'd better take the time to find Harry Potter. He may not be in Hogwarts school anymore. He should be sent away by that impostor in some way. I suspect that the Death Eaters need to catch him. Something that looks like Harry Potter came to revive the mysterious man, you'd better wake up that impostor as soon as possible, and knock out where Potter is taken from his mouth, otherwise it will be too late, and I'm afraid you can only help Harry Potter. Potter has collected his body."

"Severus, please bring the most powerful veritaserum, and the powerful recovery potion, by the way." Dumbledore's face became extremely gloomy.

"You just said that other warriors were also controlled by the Imperius Curse?" Madam Maxim frowned and asked, "Where is Furong?"

"Follow the passage ahead, and you will be able to see Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum. However, you'd better not wake them up until they release the Imperius Curse." Ai Burt's voice sounded again.

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

Scremgeour frowned, dissatisfied with Albert's way of hiding his head and showing his tail.

As the only person in the know, it is obviously necessary for him to explain things clearly to everyone.

"I'm going to get the trophy first, I think the students at Hogwarts probably want me to take that thing back, and we can meet outside to talk about what happened here."

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

Just as Scrimgeour was about to walk towards the direction from which the sound came, he saw a spell flying towards him. Can support in front of you.

After Scrimgeour blocked all the spells, he was thrown flying by a force, and slammed into the hedge behind him. Immediately, his hands and feet were entangled by countless vines, and even his mouth was sealed. Then another stun spell flew out from the dark passage, hitting Scrimgeour who was still struggling, completely removing his threat.

The most astounding thing is that the moment Scrimgeour's wand dropped from his hand, he was pulled by a force and flew towards the dark passage.

"Ah, this..."

Madam Maxime glanced at Scrimgeour, who was pressed against the wall by a series of spells, with a strange expression on her face. She knew that Albert Anderson was a very powerful wizard before, and now she knows that How powerful this guy is.

No wonder a group of people wanted to kill him, but they were all brought down by Albert Anderson.

"Of course you don't have to believe it, because I don't believe you either."

"Tonight, I've had enough of being attacked, enough of people throwing Avada Kedavra at me, so don't do anything that makes me feel suspicious, or I can only temporarily treat you as being The unlucky insects controlled by the Imperius Curse temporarily relieve your threat."

That voice sounded a bit cold, obviously dissatisfied with Scrimgeour's rash behavior.

"Be careful, we'll meet outside, come out quickly, so as not to worry others." Dumbledore didn't blame Albert for his aggressive approach, and said with his head sideways, "Madame Maxime, please Go find Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour, and take them out of the maze first, and we will talk about other things after we go out."

"Okay." After Madam Maxim agreed, she quickly walked towards the passage ahead.

After Madame Maxime left, Dumbledore waved his wand, put the subdued Scrimgeour down from the hedge, and reawakened him.

"Damn it!" Scrimgeour's face was extremely ugly.

"Okay, Mr. Scrimgeour, you'd better not continue to provoke Mr. Anderson. He has been attacked one after another. Now everyone thinks that the other party is very suspicious. It is absolutely unwise to provoke him rashly." Dumbledore sighed After taking a breath, he warned, "Trust me, no one wants to stay in St. Mungo's Magical Injury Hospital for a few months."

Dumbledore naturally didn't believe that Albert would be stimulated. He probably hated the style of the Ministry of Magic, and he didn't even intend to accept the investigation at all.

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

"It was taken away by Mr. Anderson using the Flying Curse, I think I will return it to you." Dumbledore comforted.

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

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

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

"A fortuneteller is always very sensitive in some aspects, so he is safe and sound now, but our impostor is not lucky, and he was hit head-on." Dumbledore's tone paused , eyes fell on Moody's wrist.

He uses magic to levitate the bracer.

"What is this?"

"I think this thing is probably... a portkey."

The expression on Dumbledore's face was slightly weird, "This should be the escape route he left for himself. Obviously, this Mr. Counterfeit also knows that Mr. Anderson is not easy to mess with, we almost let him escape from under our noses dropped."

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

谷</span>"I'm afraid I can't. If it were me, I would probably teleport to a temporary stronghold, and then apparate there, so as to prevent people from being easily tracked." Dumbledore looked at With the prudence of the fake Professor Moody there was no hope of finding Harry through the Portkey.

"The fellow is very unlucky," said Scrimgeour suddenly.

"Yeah, very unlucky." Dumbledore agreed with this, "He obviously found the wrong opponent."

If it were someone else, the impostor 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, the students in the stands were really shocked. Everyone thought that the three professors died in the maze .

"They just passed out temporarily."

Dumbledore's voice sounded above the Quidditch pitch, so that everyone could hear it clearly, so that they would not cause unnecessary panic by their wild guesses.

"What about the others?"

Amelia Bones looked at the gloomy Scrimgeour.

"Still inside, Madam Maxim will lead the warriors out of the maze."

"Who can tell me what happened? Who attacked the patrol?"

Fudge looked at the three professors who were carried out of the maze sideways, and his face became extremely pale. He looked uneasily at Dumbledore, and then at Scrimgeour, who had a gloomy face.

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

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

"Mr. Anderson went to get the trophy."

Dumbledore handed Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to Mrs. Pomfrey who rushed over, and he did not forget to tell: "Minerva and Filius are probably controlled by the Imperius Curse. , don’t wake them up for now.”

"Imperius Curse?" Fudge's voice couldn't help raising his voice a bit.

"It's impossible."

Amelia Bones is well aware of the true level of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Moody. It is very difficult to control them with the Imperius Curse, let alone under the eyes of Dumbledore up.

"Professor Moody is a fake, I'm afraid the real Moody has been hidden by him." Dumbledore's face was so gloomy that he was about to writhe out of water.

"Fake?"

Fudge was confused.

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

"Who is where..."

Fudge was taken aback, and almost instinctively pointed his wand at the entrance of the maze.

However, he obviously made a wrong demonstration.

A red light suddenly hit Fudge, knocking him flying. The wand in Fudge's hand drew an arc in the air and landed in Albert's hand.

"Peter Pettigrew is not as smart and cunning as this guy, let alone his strength and courage." Albert stuffed Fudge's wand into his pocket, and reminded him indifferently, "Also, don't use the wand to attack him. Look at me, thanks, I hate being pointed at with a wand, that would make me think you're trying to use Avada Kedavra on me."

The audience was dumbfounded by Albert's clean disarming of the Minister of Magic's wand.

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

"Don't point your wand at me."

Amelia Bones also flew upside down like Fudge, and was also disarmed. The clean and agile movements made people wonder how many times Albert did it, five times, six times or More?

"There are no enemies of yours here, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore reminded with raised eyebrows.

"Who knows if they have been controlled by the Imperius Curse?"

Everyone was stunned, the Minister of Magic was controlled by the Imperius Curse?

"It's easy, isn't Barty Crouch Sr. a ready-made example."

"If you have ever been ambushed and thrown Avada Kedavra, you will become as suspicious as I am. At least, I am still alive, while everyone else is on the ground, obviously I The way to do it is correct, otherwise you can only talk to my corpse."

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

"I suggest you give them a little Veritaserum later, it will be easy to figure out if they are in a gang or not."

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

Scrumgeour looked at Fudge who was almost mad, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, just like Dumbledore said, now this person is a little nervous about anyone who is hostile.

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

"What's going on?" Albert repeated, "Probably a conspiracy against Harry Potter!"

"Conspiracy against Harry?"

At this moment, Hagrid and Madam Maxim walked out of the maze with the unconscious Krum and Fleur in their arms, and they happened to hear Albert's words, and couldn't help but raise their voices a bit.

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

"It's great that you're fine."

Isobel and Nia trotted towards Albert, stepped forward and gave him a big hug. The Triwizard Tournament trophy that was originally floating beside Albert was thrown away like garbage by him On the ground, I didn't even take a look at him.

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

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that trophy rashly. That thing was turned into a portkey by Barty Crouch Jr. God knows where it will be taken."

However, it was too late.

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

"Bones, **** it, what is going on?"

Fudge stared at the place where Amelia Bones had disappeared, opening his mouth in shock.

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

"All right? But she..."

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

"The flock."

Scremgeour found this comparison ridiculous. He actually heard someone compare Death Eaters to a flock of sheep?

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

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

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

"If he is the fugitive you speak of," said Scrimgeour.

"If you use the flashback spell to check the wand, you will find that many wands have used the Avada Kedavra curse." Albert used the flashback spell on Professor McGonagall's wand.

The continuous burst of stunning green light on the wand made everyone present feel terrified, and it was obviously used more than once.

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

Well, even Dumbledore was silent, because whether it was Barty Jr. or Professor McGonagall, they almost used Avada Kedavra as an ordinary spell.

No wonder Albert reacted so strongly.

If it were him, the situation would probably not be much better.

"I don't blame Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, but... I think the Ministry of Magic will definitely not keep him for summer vacation after draining the intelligence of that impostor. To be honest, I am not a particularly tolerant You can’t expect me to forgive each other, especially when someone is trying so hard to kill me, do you understand what I mean?”

"We will find out his true identity soon, and let the Aurors search for the whereabouts in the maze." Scrimgeour took the three wands thrown by Albert, and added: "If this guy is a fugitive If not, I don’t think he even has the chance to rot in Azkaban Prison.”

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

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

"Aren't you going to the school hospital?" Madam Pomfrey shouted towards Albert ~IndoMTL.com~ No, I plan to find a place where no one will disturb me to rest. "

"You pretend to be quite the same thing?"

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

"You have to be strong, otherwise you will be harassed and questioned about the labyrinth." Albert said helplessly, "That's a bunch of bullies. As for offending Fudge, it doesn't matter, anyway, that guy is very Get off stage and get the **** out, Amelia Bones will probably 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 magic world, and the Minister of Magic is a bunch of unlucky people." 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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