Chapter 171

Obviously, how could Crouch, who was famous outside and could once become the Minister of Magic, suddenly kill Bertha Jorkins, a humble and ordinary employee of the Ministry of Magic?

"Crouch's son may not be dead..." Nietzsche slowly said the fact that they could not believe.

The man wearing the Moody mask is very likely Barty Crouch Jr., of course, this is just a guess, just like Scrimgeour and Dumbledore said-his death is recorded.

If this is true, then it will overturn the historical records that have been proved by countless witnesses and evidence, and they must firmly doubt Moody, whom they trust and know the most.

"This is impossible!" Scrimgeour said absentmindedly, "But if Crouch protected his son, if Barty Jr. disguised himself as Moody, then why didn't he do it? He has countless ways to kill Harry!"

The other party could have called Harry to a corner alone in the identity of a professor, and then solved it with a killing curse.

But Nietzsche had thought of this matter a long time ago, from the moment he suspected Moody.

"Maybe Voldemort needs Harry Potter..." Nietzsche shrugged, "What do you think Hermione's mission is? She is a protector. She stays by the headmaster's side and knows which student is the strongest in the school."

To be precise, it should be Grendel, the associate professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, who recommended him.

"Thank you for the compliment~~" Hermione smiled faintly.

"You're welcome. I'm just stating the facts."

On the other side, Scrimgeour muttered to himself in disbelief. He didn't expect that he was just ordered to investigate Crouch's disappearance, but he didn't expect to stab several shocking cases:

Barty Crouch Jr. and Voldemort.

Whether they believe Rita Skeeter or not, Hermione has always been decisive when it comes to Voldemort.

"So, now that Barty Crouch Jr. has the Marauder's Map, he will definitely keep an eye on..."

"Rita!" Nietzsche interrupted her thoughts abruptly and said calmly, "Barty Crouch Jr. hates her now. If she hadn't been the one causing all that trouble, the Ministry wouldn't have sent Mr. Scrimgeour."

I don't know whether to praise her or not. You know, there aren't many people who can make Death Eaters hate.

Not to mention that she is Voldemort's most loyal Death Eater...

Rita Skeeter used Hermione to write articles, making those readers who supported Hermione dissatisfied with Beauxbatons and Durmstrang. In addition, with Crouch's temporary "resignation", if Fudge didn't send someone who could handle important matters, he would be scolded.

What? Percy as the director's assistant? A newcomer is useless.

This unruly operation is like a barbarian angrily carrying a stone to throw into a pond, and it just happens to knock out a few fish~

"Do you think 'Moody' is really defending Dumbledore?" Snape's brain is very sharp. He analyzed, "He just wants to take this opportunity to drive away that woman Skeeter. She is an unstable factor."

"The mysterious man is still alive... still alive?!" Scrimgeour fell on the chair, "If something ridiculous happens again, I won't be surprised."

But now they can't act rashly. Once Barty Crouch Jr. noticed the Marauder's Map, those professors and Headmaster Dumbledore all rushed towards him, and they might run away.

Nietzsche has suffered a loss at the hands of Sebastian Moran, so there will be no second time.

"Don't worry, Rita doesn't know about this..." He was so excited that he was at a loss. Every time he sorted out a new case, he always wanted to eat something to calm his mood, but there was only a bowl of chocolate cockroaches in front of him.

He watched the cockroaches crawling around in the bowl, not feeling scared, and reached out to grab a few and stuffed them into his mouth.

Crunch~

There was even chocolate syrup in it.

"Rune snakes really suit you. When we were still doubting, you already had a plan." Dumbledore closed his eyes, wondering what he was thinking about.

"Isn't that good?" Hermione said without hesitation, "With a plan, everything is not too late."

"By the way, Miss Granger... We are going to prepare the truth serum in the next class. You and Holmes will move some materials from my storage room." Snape took out a key from his pocket calmly.

Professor McGonagall on the side had a slightly surprised expression on her face, as if she had seen something incredible.

Perhaps no student has ever been able to enter the dean's office privately, especially Severus Snape, the most unpopular professor.

So Hermione and Nietzsche opened the door of Snape's office. Maybe Snape was particularly scary on weekdays. When they were cleaning the toad gall and scarab, there was no sound outside the office.

When the giant squid passed by the window, the room would fall into darkness for up to ten minutes.

"I'm thinking... should I let my parents go abroad to avoid it." Hermione was preparing materials for the next class layer by layer, and suddenly broke the weird atmosphere between the two, "I feel that the future is chaotic enough, and I don't know when it will be stable."

Now that Voldemort's hand has reached Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, she has a premonition of unusual changes.

But the question is, where can they go?

Nietzsche turned his head to look at her. Under the swaying candlelight, he felt that Hermione was more worried than ever. Of course, her parents were just two numbers that could be added at any time after the war began.

"Mean, if you can't see your parents at any time, you will only be more worried, and the Grangers will not let you bear this alone." Nietzsche paused and continued, "We will protect them."

"Us?" Hermione blinked, with a smile on her lips.

"Believe me, John and Mary won't leave your parents alone..." He knew what he was talking about, and wanted to find a reason to fool him, but mid-sentence, his throat choked.

He felt like his face had been poked, but it was softer than a finger.

Nietzsche turned his head and found Hermione continuing to count the scarabs in her hands as if nothing had happened, as if it was just his hallucination.

"What's wrong? You've even eaten cockroaches, so you can't let me eat them too, right?" She rolled her eyes at Nietzsche, pretended to raise a measuring cup to see if the armadillo had enough bile, and then bit it hard again. lower lip.

But Hermione reminded him that it was time to prepare for the war.

Chapter 259 Little Barty: Are there any masters?

There is a huge manor in the Muggle village of Little Hangleton. When the people in the village raise their heads slightly, they can see this once gorgeous and majestic mansion sitting on the hillside, but now it is lifeless.

In the abandoned house known as 'Riddle House', the Muggles outside could never imagine that there was an old friend living inside.

"Wormtail, look at the good things you've done!" A voice came from the ancient armchair facing the fireplace, and there was a giant eating snake lying on the leg of the chair, "You useless thing... "

Peter Pettigrew, who escaped from the Ministry of Magic's Azkaban, looked at the long-dead old Muggle on the ground in horror.

This man was a villager in the town. He was killed by Voldemort because he overheard the conversation between the two. However, this way of destroying the body and eradicating traces really made Pettigrew uncomfortable - the giant snake had already taken half of the Muggle's body. The body swallowed it.

"Master, someone has done something wrong..." Wormtail suddenly raised his voice and became sharp and harsh, as if he was scratching his nails on a blackboard, "Someone found Crouch's hometown!"

He knelt respectfully on the side of the chair, pouted, and wanted to kiss the baby-like little hands hanging by the armrest.

Voldemort, he is not dead yet, he is still alive tenaciously, and even took a temporary body with the help of his servants and believers, but this wrinkled appearance disgusts even Voldemort himself.

After a moment of silence, it asked softly: "Who noticed what?"

"I didn't notice - that person was Rita Skeeter, a reporter with a notorious reputation. People like her always only pay attention to stories." Wormtail licked his chapped lips and spoke quickly.

"Curious idiot...just like Bertha, haha, okay, kill her." Voldemort seemed to have thought of something interesting.

"Me? But I--I have to serve you, and Skeeter died suddenly. Someone from the Ministry of Magic will definitely investigate. When the time comes..."

In fact, Wormtail didn't want to kill Bertha. His initial proposal to Voldemort was to change her memory. But what he didn't expect was that the poor woman's brain had been destroyed by someone using the Forgetting Curse before.

Judging from the indelible damage, the caster is a powerful wizard.

He didn't dare to disobey Voldemort, but at the same time he didn't dare to get his hands stained with blood... The only thing a person like him dared to do was to stand aside and seek shelter.

"I know---I know! So I will let Barty do it." Voldemort shut his mouth with disdain.

Idiots are just idiots, and they don't look good as individuals.

But Wormtail couldn't tell. He obviously looked after Crouch very closely, but Rita Skeeter appeared out of nowhere and startled the depressed Crouch.

The order was sent in the form of magic, and Barty Crouch Jr., who was far away in Hogwarts, had already planned to take action.

After teaching those students every day, he would stare at the Marauder's Map whenever he had time. The moment he saw the names of Rita Skeeter and Nietzsche appearing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, he got up and headed for the Forbidden Forest.

‘That woman should be doing some interviews again. ’ Little Barty thought in his heart.

He guessed correctly, Rita was indeed doing interviews, but it had nothing to do with Hermione Granger.

"Crouch has been talking about the rise of the Dark Lord... Do you think this is a code name?" Rita sneakily hid behind a tall oak tree. "That old madman hit me! He and him All his sons are Death Eaters!"

Nietzsche was called out by her owl and arranged to meet in a clearing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

To be honest, he almost didn't recognize it was Rita Skeeter - there was no clean spot on her body, her face was covered in bumps as if it had been visited by a swarm of bees, and she was crying for more money.

“Ouch—this trip is worth more than a hundred galleons.” She covered her face with her crocodile skin bag and said, “These are all traces of dark magic!”

"Where's Mr. Crouch?" Nietzsche glanced a few times and then looked away from her.

Isn't this still alive? As long as no body parts are missing, a bottle of potion is taken, and Madam Pomfrey takes care of it, there will be no problem.

But his appearance made Rita very sad. Who was she working so hard for?

Although... although Nietzsche's commission price was fair and he was honest, and she did want to be famous, she didn't know that Crouch was a madman who would beat anyone he saw.

Rita sobbed and said:

"I asked Pozzo to guard the Hog's Head Inn. He is crazy now and doesn't trust anyone... Do you know? I asked Aberforth to open a room alone and lock him up, but the old man actually raised the price!"

"Okay, okay, I will reimburse you." Nietzsche nodded perfunctorily.

Hearing this, Rita stopped crying instantly.

You are worthy of it. You use a crocodile leather bag and your face is full of crocodile tears.

"This is why I am willing to do business with you and Lockhart - generous! Never bargain." She laughed again, "Then you know how to get to Hogsmeade Village."

The other party's eyelids were swollen, and his whole face looked like a pig's head.

She wanted to throw Crouch out of the hot potato, but Nietzsche was not in a hurry to leave, and kept his attention on the surrounding bushes.

Aberforth was a wizard with a bad temper and certain strength, so Crouch's safety was guaranteed.

"Wait a little longer..." He pulled Rita who was about to leave.

"What are you waiting for?" She was puzzled, looking up at the sky, and the wandering fire dragon flew over her head, "Let's go, I don't want to stay here for a second."

"First remove these traces of black magic on you." Nietzsche shook his wrist, bent his thumb, and resisted the black walnut that slipped down, "You put your wand in your bag, take it out, and get ready."

"You---what do you want to do."

Nietzsche stretched out his hand to squeeze the gold-rimmed glasses on the other's neck into the lump, and then he turned the two of them in another direction and looked up at the towering towers above the castle, one of which was the principal's office.

The light flickering in the window was sometimes rapid, sometimes long, a string of Morse code.

He looked at his mechanical watch again. Ten minutes had passed since they met. It took him the same amount of time to walk from the school.

Barty Crouch Jr. had come. Nietzsche had rehearsed countless times on the way here, imagining him limping across the grass and hillside in front of Headmaster Dumbledore's window, pretending to patrol to the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

"Wait... just run, and you'll be safe once you get out of the Forbidden Forest." Nietzsche twisted her collar, pulled her ear close to him and whispered, "Listen carefully, you'll hear two footsteps of varying weights."

This is how a cripple walks.

Just as Rita nervously opened her mouth to ask something, he caught a glimpse of red light from the reflection of her gold-rimmed glasses.

However, Nietzsche did not hide. After pushing Rita, he threw out his wand and shouted accurately at the red beam: "There are many obstacles!"

"What's going on? What's going on!" Rita was frightened and ran back without looking back.

She was first reminded by Nietzsche, and the doubts and vigilance she had just felt in her heart immediately turned into motivation, and she rushed out in a flash.

Little Barty was dumbfounded. The magic eye clearly saw that Nietzsche had his back to him, and he also attacked from the blind spot of his vision. According to the professors' news, isn't Hermione Granger the most powerful student in the school?

Could there be another master?

Chapter 260 You know nothing about magic

This is not Moody's fault. After all, the student that Grindelwald mentioned the most was Hermione Granger, so he only thought that Hermione was the most unstable factor among the students who needed to be dealt with.

And his arrangement was also in place - since she is so powerful, then go and escort her!

But unexpectedly, the confident coma spell was frozen in the air, and the tail was stretched out like a comet.

Obstacle spell? What kind of obstacle spell is this?

"Finite Incantatem (Stop the spell)!" Nietzsche saw that there was nothing behind the woods, and immediately realized that his opponent had made him invisible.

He stuck his wand into the mud with his backhand, breaking the spell to remove the Disillusionment Spell, and immediately let "Moody" appear.

"Professor Moody~ It's really not surprising." Nietzsche said leisurely, "Are you here to find Rita Skeeter too? I'm afraid it's too late... Mr. Crouch will never return to Hogwarts again."

"Avada Kedavra!"

Barty Crouch Jr. was also not vague. After the sneak attack failed, he immediately showed his murderous intentions. The green light flew towards the two people with a whistling sound.

In Rita's eyes, she had no idea what was going on - Alastor Moody actually wanted to kill her and Nietzsche? !

"Help me...Help me..." She felt a kick on her back and fell to the ground. The crocodile leather handbag hit by the killing curse immediately turned into ashes, and the scythe of the god of death passed by her.

"What should I call you? Moody, or... Barty Crouch Jr.?"