Hogwarts: I am Harry's Cousin

Chapter 259 257. Mr. Dursley, You Are My Best Partner

"WOW, it's really surprising. I never expected that the prisoner turned out to be our Director of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, Mr. Barty Crouch."

"But it's understandable when you think about it. If you can teach an evil Death Eater like Barty Jr., what kind of a good father would you be?"

Barty Crouch, old man, was stern and serious in his work. When Voldemort led the Death Eaters more than ten years ago, he advocated the use of tough measures to deal with him. He won the trust of most people in the wizarding world and was almost a role model for all wizards.

Hatred, loathing and hatred of black magic, nemesis of dark wizards

Even though he had the taint that his son was a Death Eater, he killed his relatives righteously and took his son to Azkaban himself.

For this reason, he was also transferred from the position of director of the Department of Magic Law Enforcement to the director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation, and at the same time lost the power to compete for the Minister of Magic.

Throughout Crouch's life is remarkable.

Even Fudge, who is also a competitor, just defends and suppresses him, and has great trust in his character.

But it was such a person who actually summoned the Black Demon Mark more than ten years later.

Is he a Death Eater?

But this is incredible.

Old Barty Crouch lay on the spot, without any intention of refuting, as if he had completely acquiesced to this statement.

'If the main criminal is Barty Crouch Sr. then who are the secondary criminals? '

A terrible thought rose in Fudge's mind, and he stretched out his trembling hand, pointing at the captured masked wizards.

"They. Who are they?"

Lifting the mask, revealing familiar faces.

"Andy?!"

"Alora?!"

"Tisma?"

Among the 38 masked wizards, at least 20 are employees of the Ministry of Magic. Although there are no officials such as directors or directors, many of them hold important positions.

"This, this, this."

Minister Fudge pointed at these wizards, unable to utter a sentence for a long time, his forehead was constantly secreting sweat beads, which soon covered his entire face.

Even the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic and the Aurors who followed him looked very ugly.

Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic?

The only one with a normal face was the lion-like Auror chief of staff—Rufus Scrimgeour.

But this is because his face was injured during the war and caused facial paralysis.

what to do?

What else can I do?

Just grab it! Judgment!

This matter must not be covered up, nor can it be covered up.

The Ministry of Magic is not the only one around, because the Dark Mark in the sky has been dispelled, many wizards have already returned to the camp.

Many wizards have seen old Barty Crouch and those wizards.

It would be fine if it was only English wizards. Many of the 100,000 wizards were wizards from other countries.

"Scrimgeour, put your men on them, and see you at the Wizengamot in three days."

Fudge made the arrangement with a bitter face.

Scrimgeour, who was named by him, only felt that one was the first and the second was the big one. Obviously, this was not a good job.

There are a lot of people involved

"I will give everyone an explanation. I will visit you when I have time, Mr. Dursley. I will go back to the Ministry of Magic now."

Fudge hurriedly explained, and left with a group of Ministry of Magic members.

Dudley watched him leave with a smile.

Some people may say, why did Fuji expose the identities of these people in public? Isn't this digging a hole for yourself?

Others may not know Fudge's purpose of doing this, but Dudley does. That guy did it on purpose.

Fudge's approach may seem stupid, but in fact he is eliminating dissidents.

Fudge found him that night, just as Dudley had said.

"Mr. Dursley, you'll help me, won't you?" Fudge looked at Dudley pleadingly.

If it's one or two, it's okay to say, twenty positions will be lost in one breath, even a huge Ministry of Magic can't bear this kind of blow.

"Of course. You are our important minister."

Dudley looked at Fudge sincerely, and he was very grateful for this look.

"Minister Fudge, you can still operate in this way in terms of details."

For Fudge, the staff reduction situation of the Ministry of Magic is really a piece of cake for Dudley.

Although the number of wizards is small, compared with ordinary people, the number of wizards alone is not a lot, at least more than the sum of sub-races such as centaurs, giants, vampires, and banshees.

And the Ministry of Magic is not accessible to everyone.

This is what the monks say more than they say.

It's still the same sentence. If you don't do it, some people will do it.

So Dudley naturally arranged for a group of 'seniors' to enter the Ministry of Magic.

"One more thing, Minister Fudge."

"Mr. Dursley?"

"I think Mr. Crouch may be under the Imperius Curse. You'd better check his here."

Dudley pointed to his brain.

"Being controlled by the Imperius Curse is much more acceptable than turning a heroic, tough Chief into a Death Eater."

"Anyway, he's no longer your competitor, is he?"

"You can also get a powerful assistant. Believe me, Mr. Crouch is more capable than most wizards."

Hearing this, Fudge only thought about it for a while, and then showed a smile like a chrysanthemum blooming, and all the creases on his face were opened: "Of course, Mr. Dursley, you are really my best partner."

No matter how you think about it, it is a good deal to regain a powerful subordinate without giving up.

Three days later, the Wizengamot

The Quidditch World Cup case was heard as scheduled.

Thirty-eight wizards were given different punishments according to the crimes they committed. Of course, all the staff working in the Ministry of Magic lost their jobs without exception.

Death Eaters are absolutely not allowed and cannot be in the Ministry of Magic.

Whatever the facts, at least that's what it claims to be.

So these people must not stay.

Anyway, they are just some small staff, give up or give up, as long as the reputation of the Ministry of Magic can be maintained.

Next is the trial of the principal criminal in this case, Barty Crouch Sr.

Before the verdict was pronounced, Minister Fudge asked to check whether the other party had been hit by the Imperius Curse.

So the Ministry of Magic invited top therapists from St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Sickness.

After all, he is the director of several key departments of the Ministry of Magic, the powerful faction, and his attitude towards wizards cannot be as casual as those wizards before.

After the examination of the therapists, a conclusion was finally drawn.

It was determined that the old Barty Crouch's state was under the Imperius Curse, and it was to a very serious degree. The caster forcibly controlled it, causing his brain to suffer a certain degree of damage.

After discussions among members of the Wizengamot, Barty Crouch Sr. was not escorted to Azkaban in the end, but he was relieved of all his duties in the Ministry of Magic and fully accepted the treatment of the therapists.

Wait until the treatment results come out, and then find out the real prisoner.