love letter from hp to mr digory

When Polina sat bored in the carriage and looked out the window, imagining her sweet and ordinary Hogwarts life in the future, a very serious torture took place in Hogwarts.Maybe her life this year will not be so ordinary, but after all she is protected by others.

A few hours before the train to Hogwarts started, Dumbledore pushed open the door of the hospital wing.Without Dumbledore asking, Madam Pomfrey led Dumbledore to a bed naturally.

"Thank you, Poppy," said Dumbledore gravely.He stretched out a hand and lifted the curtain.Behind him followed Professor Moody—he looked a little weird now, looking eager and angry.

Who is behind the curtain?This is not a difficult question, because in the next second, the full figure of the person lying behind the curtain is revealed——————————— Barty Crouch Jr.He is now lying on the bed with a pale face, his eyes closed, and he looks unconscious.At the same time, his hands were firmly tied to the head of the bed, and his wand was broken and thrown aside.

"Well . . . he's the most reassuring look, isn't he?" said Professor Moody gruffly. "Think of the cunning man . . . he's hard to guard against."

"Very good consideration." Dumbledore said thoughtfully, "but Severus may have to make an extra resuscitator and palliative—so, for his revenge on me, I Hope it's up to you."

Professor Moody snorted, "A toothache medicine with Tiaotiaogen added, it's just a little bit bitter." He said disdainfully.

"This is the pain of my life." Dumbledore said seriously, "This taste experience in just a few seconds needs to be doubled to make up for it————— Then, I will drink more toothache potions. A cycle. And it only takes a small change to break the cycle."

Madam Pomfrey curled her lips. She said disapprovingly, "If you eat less of those desserts———add less sugar to your breakfast, you won't be so miserable!"

"Desserts and sugar make people strong and courageous—for example, I have the courage to get a toothache potion now." Dumbledore retorted.Before Madam Pomfrey opened her mouth to lecture him, he said quickly, "Okay, go tell Severus that we need another palliative and a resuscitator."

Madam Pomfrey obediently walked out of the room.Ten minutes later, Ms. Pomfrey led the stinking Snape to knock on the door.

"I'm assuming that you have already unified the plan." Snape said in a low voice, "then I should have stood here an hour ago, instead of messing up my tidy office again, just to give you Contributing to whimsical ideas."

Professor Moody looked at Snape sullenly, his magic eyes clicking and clicking as if to study him.

Snape was taken aback when he saw Professor Moody.He was stared at by Professor Moody, and he was livid with the stare.He moved his lips and squeezed the words through his teeth, "Where's Minerva? Why him?"

"It's you who should be questioned the most here! Severus Snape! You know what I'm talking about! Is Barty Crouch Jr. your former colleague? He's your partner, right! "Professor Moody stomped his cane so loudly that Dumbledore frowned.

Snape licked his dry lips, then

Pretending to be calm, he said, "I think I need to smell you for the smell of Polyjuice Potion—after all, it's not the first time an old Auror has been faked, right?"

"Enough!" Dumbledore yelled, "We're going to get down to business now—and that's to interrogate Barty Crouch Jr.! He's Voldemort's most loyal servant, and we can pry him out of his mouth." less stuff!"

Snape shuddered violently at the word Voldemort, and Moody gave him a contemptuous look.

"Maybe in many years, or not so long, maybe tomorrow. If he is resurrected, then the entire wizarding world will usher in a disaster, a tragedy." Dumbledore said seriously, "Maybe today, in Now. We can change the ending, save a bad story, save a world in disaster. So, without wasting any more time, I'm going to make him open his mouth right now and tell the truth about everything he knows come out!"

After the three bottles of medicine were used up, Professor Moody knocked Barty Crouch Jr. out again.

Madam Pomfrey had been asked out by Dumbledore with an excuse.The expressions of the only three people left in the medical wing were unpredictable.

"He's crazy." Snape said after a long silence, "Who would cut the soul open, what is he thinking!"

"He wants to leap to death." Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, "Actually, I had a hunch when Harry gave me that diary...Of course, of course. Lucius Malfoy must Knows a lot too... can you instigate him, Severus?"

"?" Severus almost laughed out loud, "Instigating against Lucius? This cunning fox? If I say it today, he may send me into Nagini's mouth tomorrow because of his rights!"

"He's a cunning fox, you say. But foxes have tails too, don't they? If you get hold of his lifeblood, he'll follow you wholeheartedly," said Dumbledore, smiling. "Let's threaten him a little bit. Although I don't know how to do anything, but... Isn't that what I look like in his heart? I'm so fierce, right? Let him make up his mind a little bit, and then make up a story for him." A false memory, let him know the current safety of Mr. Malfoy. We need to know where those Horcruxes are, and remember to protect Harry, and don't let his blood be left to the enemy————— We will kill his only rival before he comes of age."

"The other thing is—we need to put pressure on Fudge." Dumbledore said slowly, "The only thing we know about the whereabouts of the Horcrux from Barty Crouch Jr. is that it is in Fudge's most trusted place. subordinates."

"But damn little Barty has no idea who he is!" said Professor Moody bitterly.

"So we need to force him to send his most trusted subordinate before our eyes." Dumbledore said, "Thanks to Ms. Maxim, we can now dispatch Rita Skeeter at will. Although she is a novelist family, but the stories she made up have a large number of loyal readers, right?"

"Why are you scolding Fudge?" Boli asked while pinching the Daily Prophet he bought from the salesman 3 minutes ago, his expression was puzzled and he wanted to laugh.Paulina leaned her head over the newspaper in his hand. "Although he is an idiot, it is understandable for the politics to scold me. But why is the fashion section scolding Fudge for not being able to wear clothes? The sports section scolds Fudge for kicking Quidditch like a disabled person? Even the mother and baby section scolds Fudge doesn't pay attention to milk powder production?" Boli said in surprise.

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Sure enough, the wizarding world still depends on Lao Deng.

感谢在2021-07-2514:40:43~2021-07-2711:02:54期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles lying on the edge of the cloud;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!