Hogwarts: Harry Returns from the Witcher.

Chapter 368 Where is it?

Dumbledore looked at him with a complicated expression.

He has been the headmaster for nearly 70 to [-] years. Except for Harry and his class, Barty Crouch Jr. is almost as good as Cedric and Snape.

Regardless of magical talent or brains.

"I caught it." He sighed and said softly.

Harry shook his head: "But the situation is probably worse than we thought."

He stretched out his hand, like a magic wand, the rope spewed out, bound a person and a family of elves, and hung it up: "Let's go back to the castle first."

Dumbledore nodded, glanced at the charred ground and the spiky seeds, and waved his wand.

That layer of burnt white floating soil was swept away.

The heavy snow over this area stopped, and he opened a small piece of rain cloud, and it rained lightly, even the seasons seemed to be changed, like spring, becoming more vibrant.

They turned away, leaving Hagrid to reassure the frightened animals in the Forbidden Forest.

After locking Crouch and Kaka in an abandoned classroom, Harry and Dumbledore sealed it with magic, called Snape, and walked to the principal's office together.

"Crouch caught it." Snape's voice was indescribably light.

He is emaciated.

Lupine had grown that way since the curse had come off him, thinner already, thinner now, sunken and bony, and darker.Professor Snape was already scary, but now that he doesn't speak, he looks like a living skeleton, which is even more scary.

But now, hearing the sound of Crouch being arrested, he thought of the land in the Forbidden Forest that had been burned by Fiendfire, and finally felt a little angry.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

Snape was taken aback, frowned, and sat down with Dumbledore, quietly waiting for the follow-up words.

Harry also sat down: "Crouch has tampered with his mind, his memory has been erased, and he has not found any clues."

"I've read his existing memories, and I haven't found anything strange."

This is the biggest headache.

Perhaps in Crouch's memory, there are clues laid out openly.

But... this kind of thing is hard to see.

Maybe the pumpkin juice on the corner of the table is a clue.

Maybe the food on the table is the clue.

Maybe a certain painting, a certain scenery.

Crouch didn't take the initiative to say that it was difficult for Harry to analyze such a huge memory.

Snape took a deep breath: "Can't find the Dark Lord's Horcrux?"

Harry nodded: "He is very careful and seems to be ready to be caught by me."

"I'm afraid every time he shows up, he will make such preparations."

"Crouch is a very smart and cautious person." Snape said, and couldn't help coughing after saying a few words, "Even when I was in Malfoy Manor, I rarely saw him."

Harry looked at Snape and said softly, "Professor Snape, I'm afraid."

"I know." Snape interrupted him. "I'll go and help Crouch. I'm his friend after all. Besides him, I'm the only Death Eater left."

Harry shook his head: "I'm afraid not the only one."

Snape was taken aback, looking at Harry in disbelief.

Dumbledore was also a little surprised.

What are you talking about?
Wasn't Snape the only Death Eater besides Barty Crouch Jr.?
"Potter, if I remember correctly, the Death Eaters all died in Malfoy Manor." Snape said with a sullen face, "You confirmed that they were all dead, and I also checked, except for Barty Jr. Rauch, those loyal lackeys of the Dark Lord, are dead too."

Harry nodded: "Professor Snape, I haven't forgotten."

"But that's the way it is."

"Barty Crouch Jr. was sent to the edge of the Forbidden Forest by the house elf, and after the house elf returned, Crouch never met him again, but when he fought me, he summoned the house elf again. Elf."

"Its memory has been tampered with, only the memory of sending Crouch to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but no memory of any other aspects, including the memory of meeting Crouch."

The two of them immediately understood what Harry meant.

Dumbledore's tone was cautious: "You mean that after Kaka returns, there will be someone to help modify Kaka's memory?"

Harry nodded.

Dumbledore snapped his fingers.

A house elf appeared in front of him: "Noble Mr. Dumbledore, what do you need to send Love?"

"Love can do anything for Mr. Dumbledore."

Dumbledore looked at it and asked, "Where did Kaka leave Hogwarts today?"

The house elf named Love shook his ears: "Kaka hasn't left Hogwarts."

"Didn't leave?" Harry raised his eyebrows, "Where did Kaka go to Hogwarts today?"

Love reported excitedly: "Kaka was with us at two o'clock in the morning today to pack up the dirty robes and dirty clothes of the little wizards of Gryffindor. After the clothes were washed and dried, they were sent back, and then we began to prepare breakfast. La!"

"When the little wizards get up and breakfast time is over, Kaka will go to Gryffindor Tower to tidy up the castle."

"When you come back at noon, continue to make lunch for the little wizards."

"Today's weather is not very good. The cleaning that was done in the morning has become dirty again. Kaka then went to Gryffindor and the seventh and eighth floors of the castle to clean up."

"Have you ever left?" Harry asked.

Love nodded, his tone serious: "Love didn't lie, Kaka never left that area."

Harry continued to ask: "Is there any secret room on the seventh or eighth floor, or Gryffindor Tower? Or a secret passage?"

Without waiting for Love to answer.

Harry raised his finger, pointing to the working Marauder's Map hanging behind the headmaster's desk.

"The secret rooms and secret passages recorded outside this map."

Love looked on tiptoe, and after a while, he shook his head in confusion: "Everything Love knows is on the map."

Harry frowned: "Look up at me."

Love was obedient, turned his head around, and met Harry's eyes.

Legilimency.

After a while, Harry lifted the magic effect and shook his head: "It's really bad news. These house elves probably knew something before, but their memories have been erased. They are on the seventh floor, eighth floor, and near the Gryffindor tower. , there is a secret room that we don't know about, and Voldemort and his other servant are probably hiding there."

Just read Memories of a House-Elf.

In its mind, there is also a long memory blank, and something has been pulled away.

"But besides me, where else is there a Death Eater?" Snape had a cold face, and the trace of anger that had just been activated quietly dissipated.

Those who were truly loyal to Voldemort all died in Malfoy Manor, the only exception being Crouch, who is now also captured by Harry.

Those who were not loyal to Voldemort were all killed by the Death Eaters after Voldemort's resurrection.

There are still some left in the Ministry of Magic, but those are just scumbags. Everyone is thinking of ways, how to protect their current comfortable position and life, let alone help Voldemort and push themselves to a narrower end.

"Karkaroff." Harry spat out a name.

Snape was stunned, and after a long while, he hesitated and said, "I've never seen him."

"And he is a villain who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

"I'm afraid Crouch is willing to talk to me, but he is unwilling to trust Karkaroff."

"He's been disappearing, alive and dead." Harry waved his hand, letting the house-elf go. "I can't think of anyone else but him."

"Maybe not necessarily true trust."

"The Imperius Curse, or Horcrux control, or even other methods, black magic always has many ways to control a person, doesn't it?"

Dumbledore was thoughtful: "So our breakthrough is still at Crouch?"

Harry nodded, "Yes."

He dug into the sorting hat, took out a bottle, and put it on the table: "What's worse, it's not just that he's modifying the memories of himself and the house-elves. I'm afraid he's got in touch with the wild hunting one step earlier."

"What is this?" Snape looked up.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes: "Is it the thing that appeared with the group of knights that day?"

"It's Hoarfrost," Harry said softly, "a magical natural phenomenon, I don't know exactly what it is."

Snape snapped his fingers, "So I want to get some news from Crouch."

"Where are they hiding in the Hogwarts Chamber of Secrets?"

"Where are the Dark Lord's remaining Horcruxes?"

"And, how did they contact the knight named Wild Hunt?"

Harry nodded.

Hogwarts, in an abandoned classroom on the third floor.

Crouch was tied up, raised his head, and looked at the ceiling.

He barely reached the threshold of being able to perceive magic, and tried hard to analyze the magic that enveloped the room, but the handwriting of Harry and Dumbledore, with dozens of complicated spells intertwined, made him unable to speak.

"Kaka?"

"Love?"

He opened his mouth and tried to pronounce the names of several house-elves, but nothing happened.

At this moment, with a bang, the door was pulled open.

"Don't try, it's useless." Harry said, staring at Crouch, "Albus and I terminate your contract with Hogwarts."

"You have nothing to do with this castle."

Crouch suddenly became numb, like a wood carving, staring blankly at the blank, clean blackboard in the classroom.

"Now tell me about those things of yours, maybe you can have a good end." Harry said softly, waving towards the door.

Snape reluctantly walked in.

Crouch looked at him, narrowing his eyes slightly.

Harry stared at his face, and said meaningfully: "I know your hiding place in Hogwarts, in the Gryffindor tower? The most dangerous place is the safest place, I have to admit that you are very brave big."

"I mean, you and your accomplice."

"Is that Karkaroff?"

He watched carefully, but Crouch controlled his facial muscles, and the most basic physiological conditioned reflex did not happen.

Not in Gryffindor Tower.

Maybe not Karkaroff either.

Harry made up his mind in his mind, and waved to Snape without showing any timidity in his words: "Think about it for yourself, Albus asked Professor Snape to cook a carefully prepared potion for you."

(End of this chapter)