[HP] Elena must be a genius

"Barty Crouch, the director of the Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, was found dead in his home last night. He committed suicide."

"Mr. Crouch is dead?" Irene asked in surprise when she heard Hermione's words while her heart skipped a beat.The one who fired the house-elf Winky?

"Yes." Hermione nodded, stuffed a potato into her mouth and looked down with a frown.

'The Triwizard Tournament will be played by Bertha Jorkins. '

"Mr. Leoton, do you have any other clues?" Xi Ke frowned and shook his head.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Xi Ke sent Kingsley out of his office door, then sat back in his seat silently, staring at the space on the table and meditating.Crouch found himself once before he died...

"Miss Jorkins, please recount your discovery that day."

"...I went to deliver the event documents to Mr. Crouch. You know, he didn't come to work at the Ministry of Magic for some reason that day, so I decided to send the urgent document to him for signature before I got off work. I thought he wasn't at home when the door was closed, but I didn't expect..."

Kingsley nodded listening to her fading voice.

"Obviously, he used his own wand to cast a death curse on himself." Minister of Magic Fudge squeezed the corner of his brow after reading the documents submitted by Kingsley.

"Yes, the last spell on his wand was Kedavra."

"...Do you still think it's the Imperius Curse, Alastor?" Fudge pinched his painful forehead and turned his gaze to the dazed Moody.There is not much involved in this suicide case, but it is inevitable that something will happen at the moment when the international magic exchange is the most intense.

"I stand by my view, there is nothing to suggest that Crouch is a suicidal man."

"I don't think anyone can control Crouch with the Imperius Curse." Fudge took off his hat and put it aside, grinning as if he said something funny.

The attendees at the scene couldn't help but start discussing in low voices. They all thought that this was an impossible task. After all, Barty Crouch had strong magic power and was once a commendable figure before his reputation plummeted.

"Okay, let's end the meeting." Fudge waved to the people present.Moody turned his magic eyes and looked around to see Sickleton leaving the meeting room with the crowd.

"Mr Leoton."

"Ah, Mr. Moody, what can I do for you?" Xi Ke looked back in surprise as Moody walked towards him slowly leaning on his crutches.

"You have a very beautiful wife."

Xi Ke's smile froze on his face.

"...Yes, Leona Illya is my wife."

Moody was stunned for a moment when he heard his particularly heavy tone on 'my', and scratched his face in embarrassment after seeing the warning in his eyes.

"...I didn't mean that Leoton."

"Her magic is strong."

"I understand my wife's ability very well," Xi Ke stared at Moody's still rolling magic eyes, "but she is not the sinner you caught in Azkaban, Mr. Moody."

"Yes, maybe not at the moment."

Seeing Moody's silent expression, Xi Ke blinked.

"It won't be in the future, sorry, I'm sorry." Moody silently looked at Xi Ke with a bright smile and left.

"...I think you are thinking too much, Alastor." Dumbledore pondered for a long time after hearing Moody's suspicion, stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"I can't think of anyone who is most likely to cast the Imperius Curse on Barty Crouch." Moody still insisted on his point of view.He could feel malice from Leona Illya from time to time, although she didn't do anything to him, but he only felt this feeling from those Death Eaters who were sent into Azkaban by his own hands.As for Karkaroff, he believed that he did not have the guts.

"...She's just a poor mother, Alastor. I think you'd better ask her to make a conclusion." Dumbledore raised his glasses, and looked at the little girl who couldn't sit still with gentle blue eyes. Moody, "If it's not convenient for you, I can call her over."

Except for the woman who would talk to him when she wanted to change the class, she would look at him with an inexplicable expression when she met him at other times. He refused to stay alone in the same space with such a witch who was suspected of being a dark wizard.Moody declined Dumbledore's invitation and left the headmaster's office.Poor mother?

"Fred!"

"George!"

"yeah!"

"Hahaha, why did you give them each other's names?" Irene laughed as she looked at the puppet standing on their shoulders in exactly the same posture as them.

"Ha you're the only one who can tell the two of them apart."

"After all, I am their maker, am I not?" Irene touched the heads of the little puppets Fred and George, and smiled to see the sweaters they were wearing, which were small pieces knitted by Molly for them. I saw exactly the same one at Ron's before, but the pattern was different.

"Can't they talk too?"

"Did you hear them mutter, George?"

"You hear, Fred speaks ill of Fred sometimes."

"I've also heard George speak ill of George in the middle of the night."

"...Hey, don't tease me, so it's not right?" Irene listened to their jokes helplessly, and sighed after seeing them nodding.

"Ok."

After asking about Fred and George, Elene went back to her dormitory and took her diary and the book she wrote some small spells on. After thinking about it, she took some materials for making puppets. Sitting under the tree that he often goes to on the other side of the black lake.

The weather in April was fine, the wind was not as violent as before, and Irene's hat did not disgrace its mission and finally retired a few days ago.

Except for Coroco, no other Muppet can talk.

Yi Renee circled this one emphatically, frowning and thinking about why this happened.She took the puppet materials out of the bag and put them together.

"'Combination'." It was another puppet that resembled me.

"'Offa Ashyogo'."

Elene cast a spell on it and watched it move and then sat down on the ground with its head in its arms.

This is dazed?She looked at its movements suspiciously and thought.

"Can you speak?" Irene shook her head as she watched it, then pressed her forehead and lay down on her back with some headaches.

The puppet followed her to do the same.

"Your name is Blanco."

Yi Renee turned over and poked its head and said to it with a smile, seeing Blanco nodding slowly, she also nodded.

When Moody came over, he saw a strange scene where one big and one small were nodding at each other.

"...Are you Leoden?"

Irene was startled by Moody's sudden appearance, she stood up with Blanco in her hands, and looked at Moody who was staring at Blanco suspiciously.

"Yes, Professor Moody, I'm Elene Leoton, what can I do?"

Moody looked at Irene, who seemed timid, turned her gaze to Branco and frowned, "...Did you create your own spell?"

"...Yes." Irene replied hesitantly, looking away from Moody's face, she was a little afraid of his magic eye.

"Who taught you this?"

"No one taught me, Professor Moody, I taught myself."

"Oh? What about the teaching materials?"

"..." Elene opened her mouth. In addition to the standard spells at Hogwarts, she has been reading Durmstrang's Advanced Book of Dark Arts... The standard spells only teach some common spells, but Obviously, relying on these, she has no foundation to complete the self-creation of the spell.

"...It's a standard spell..." Irene couldn't help but look at his crazy eyes.

"Maybe there are more?" Moody twitched the corners of his mouth when Irene fell silent, "Your mother is a dark wizard, I know, and I won't arrest her if she hasn't done anything yet, but if you let me know that she Even if he did something out of the ordinary, Dumbledore couldn't keep her."

Yi Renee turned pale when she heard his words.What did Leona do?She just taught me black magic?

"Don't worry about Nina, I think Professor Moody only suspected Leona because of the dead Mr. Crouch." After dinner, Hermione comforted Elene when she heard her panic.

"Mr. Crouch?"

"He committed suicide at home. We saw him not long ago. He doesn't look like a suicidal person at all. It is very likely that he was controlled by the Imperius Curse. As a dark wizard who doesn't hide much, Leona can easily being doubted."

"Did you not cover it up?" Irene asked with a frown, suppressing the discomfort she felt after hearing Hermione's words. She thought that Leona would not reveal the fact that she was a dark wizard in front of others.

"Do you think I won't know you're learning the Dark Arts unless you put your Dark Arts studies in front of me?" Hermione rolled her eyes.

"...How do you know..." Elene looked at Hermione who seemed to know everything with some trepidation. She didn't want Hermione to know that she had learned black magic, for fear that she would not be able to accept it.

"Is such a big target in your house just for decoration?" Hermione said lightly, and she sighed when she saw Elene panicked. "Don't panic Nina, I've never seen you use black magic. I've seen it in books too. The black magic you use can only cause harm if you are full of strong hatred and desire. You..." Hermione swiped up and down. Yi Renee glanced, "Maybe the black magic you cast won't be very powerful." Yi Renee is a kind person, she knows it.

"...Yes, I'm learning black magic from Leona. I think it's the same whether it's black magic or white magic. It's just that black magic is more aggressive..." Irene saw that Hermione couldn't help it. He let out a sigh of relief after looking like he cared.She didn't dare to tell her because she was worried that she would leave her because of her aversion to black magic.

Hermione was hugged by Elene, and she sighed and patted her on the shoulder feeling the warmth between the two of them, which Elene always liked.

"...Harry, don't you think Irene is too clingy to Hermione? They spend at least twice as much time together as we do!" Ron saw them hugging not far away. After getting together, they said sourly.

"Is there? Aren't they friends before they came to Hogwarts?" Harry snapped back and continued to read the quick notes on spells that Hermione and Elene had prepared for him. He was doing his homework for the third item. . "Also, Hufflepuff's classes don't overlap much with Gryffindor's classes, so how can there be twice as many?"

Ron snorted out of his nose, cupped his face behind them and continued to look at them.

"Carrot, you think the same, right?" Ron saw his little puppet Carrot nodded, and then he relaxed and stared at them with a wrinkled face.

The author has something to say:

Ron: I'm jealous.

Harry: Oh oh oh ok ok.