[HP] Linkos Ramirez

Barty Crouch died, because knowing that Barty Crouch Jr. was in the castle, the murderer was self-evident.

But at the same time, Dumbledore was hesitating between choices with a headache.

Harry was forced to become a warrior, and Barty Crouch Jr. was mixed into Hogwarts. There should be a deeper connection between the two, and that connection must be related to Barty Crouch Jr.'s search for Voldemort. Maybe, he found it and was sent to Hogwarts to carry out a certain plan.

For Dumbledore, where exactly is Voldemort, and where are the large number of Horcruxes that he has to face, are even more headaches.

"I think Veritaserum is the best choice." In the headmaster's office, Severus Snape looked at Dumbledore sullenly, and squeezed out the words from his mouth, "Put one to kill Human lunatic playing professor in school? This castle is full of powerless, energetic, self-righteous little trolls!"

Undoubtedly, this sentence made Dumbledore make a decision. He adjusted his glasses: "Okay, let's invite Professor Moody over, of course, and the Ministry of Magic."

Soon, Alastor Moody was called to the principal's office.

The members of the Ministry of Magic have not yet arrived. In fact, they have just finished their preliminary investigation of the place where Barty Crouch died and brought the body back for further examination. It is not Dumbledore's word to come to Hogwarts again. I can come right away.

Oro's dispatch required approval, and it was night.

When "Moody" arrived at the headmaster's office, there were Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor and professor of Transfiguration.He looked around the small principal's office in silence, and finally stared at Dumbledore: "What's the matter, Albus?"

Dumbledore nodded, but before he could speak, he saw the flames in the headmaster's room turning green. Snape, who always wore a black robe, came out of the flames with a wand and a bottle of potion, and looked at the headmaster slyly. A look at the people in the room.

Severus Snape, he always had a stern and gloomy expression, and "Moody" didn't find it strange that he just glanced at him.

But in the next second, Snape waved his wand without saying a word, and directly used a silent spell to make the casting speed as fast as possible. The spell directly hit "Moody", knocking him into the air heavily, and even All the wands on his hands rolled aside.

"Oh Severus..." Dumbledore yelled helplessly, but the movements of his hands quickly followed up, directly restraining "Moody" who wanted to rush to pick up the wand.

"You can't ask the old man to say a few more words to confirm." Dumbledore muttered, but "Moody" couldn't break free no matter what, and could only look at Dumbledore and Snape viciously.

"Okay, okay, it looks like it doesn't need to be confirmed." Dumbledore answered his own words, "Barty Crouch Jr.?"

"What—" said "Moody," but his eyes widened quickly, "it's the Slytherin traitor!"

"No, no, you shouldn't have killed your father." Dumbledore shook his head, "But we are also very interested in the Slytherin traitor you called."

It has to be said that Dumbledore, as a great magician, was very considerate.Without strict inspection, no one knows whether this person has any magical objects or magical effects.

He took a step back, and Snape unceremoniously opened Barty Crouch Jr.'s mouth and poured the whole bottle of Veritaserum into it.

"Oh no, Severus, it's going to hurt him—"

Before Dumbledore could finish his sentence, Snape glared at him, and finally shut up.

After being fed a whole bottle of Veritaserum, Barty Crouch Jr. gradually entered a dazed state, no longer struggling hard.

"Then tell me, what's your name?" Dumbledore asked in a deep voice, regaining his serious expression.

"Barty Crouch." Barty Crouch Jr., who had never been convinced of his father, naturally never admitted this "little".

Dumbledore nodded and continued to ask, "Where is Moody really?"

"On the bottom shelf of my carry-on," he replied "obediently," because Barty Crouch Jr. didn't kill Moody right away because of the constant hair needed to make Polyjuice Potion.

"What is the purpose of infiltrating Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked again. Everyone present knew the answer, but he still had to ask.

"Harry Potter." Little Crouch seemed to have a momentary mood swing, but he quickly revealed everything without hesitation, "Let him participate in the Goblet of Fire, and then bring out Hogwarts and dedicate it to the master !"

"Who is your master?"

Little Crouch showed a look of fanaticism: "Great Lord Dark Lord!"

Dumbledore paused, took a step closer, and finally asked another question: "Where is he now?"

Little Crouch suddenly fell silent.

Under the influence of Veritaserum, he had to answer Dumbledore's questions honestly, but something still seemed to be there.

Seeing that he finally opened his mouth, but his expression kept twisting, Dumbledore frowned for a while, as if he suddenly realized that he was waving his wand, but at the same time as he moved, Little Crouch suddenly twitched and fell down. on the ground.

"!" Dumbledore immediately chanted a spell to deal with it, and finally little Crouch stopped convulsing, but just lay there in a coma with a pale face.

"It seems that he was restrained by a spell." Dumbledore said regretfully, while rubbing his forehead with a headache.

People from the Ministry of Magic will be coming soon, and their suspects will probably have to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries.The most important thing is, I don't know if the trigger of this prohibition will be known to the person who cast the curse.

Oh Merlin, that's right, and the teaching of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the next half semester also needs to be resolved.

The next day, Linkos learned about the suspension of the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Coupled with the special channels of some young masters and ladies in Slytherin, Linkos became clear about the exposure of Little Crouch not long after.

A week later, the real Alastor Moody returned to his professorship, but to most students, this Moody was not changed at all from the original Moody.

"If my dad hadn't told me, I would have doubted the accuracy of this news." After a brutal Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Draco Malfoy couldn't help talking to his friends.

"Hey Draco, hope for the best, at least you can still recite spells in this class now." Blaise Zabini patted his friend on the shoulder, not sure if it was comforting.

Yes, although the attitude towards the students is still bad, Moody will now teach some spells and how to break them in class. Although not as gentle and patient as the werewolf Remus Lupine, at least it is still useful.

"I'm more like a senior class. I heard that there is a battle in that class!" Pansy Parkinson said with longing, making the two boys around him look sideways.

But what Pansy said was also true.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts class for the sixth and seventh grade students does have actual combat content, but Moody is worthy of being a very powerful Oro. When there is an uncontrollable situation in actual combat, he can intervene and control it to ensure the safety of the students.

"On this point, he is fair." Linkos commented in this way.

In the actual combat process, no matter which college he is in, Moody treats him equally, which may be his advantage as a paranoid Oro.

Students quickly adapted to Defense Against the Dark Arts with slightly different content.

In fact, they are more concerned about the Christmas ball they have been told.

Lin Kesi was a little surprised when he got the news.Although the Ramirez family has been passed down for many years, every Ramirez will not record this little romantic tradition in the Triwizard Tournament.

According to tradition, there will be a romantic Yule Ball during the Triwizard Tournament. It will start with three - this time four of course - warriors and their dance partners. It is a ball full of hormones.

Linkos couldn't help thinking of Hermione Granger, but quickly dismissed the idea.

"So, do you have a suitable candidate?" Draco Malfoy asked absently in front of him.

Linkos glanced at little Malfoy, he seemed to have a little annoyance, and he concealed it fairly well, but because of such a problem, he still revealed a little bit.

"No." Linkos said honestly, without any expression on his face.

This answer obviously surprised Draco, he turned his head to look at her a little exaggeratedly, and then realized that this action was inappropriate, and covered his chin again: "Well, I'm just... a little surprised." He I thought it would not be surprising to invite that person with the behavior of this prefect.

Did she have concerns too?

Draco Malfoy somehow, kind of nastyly felt joy in his heart.

"I saw Zabini running to find Parkinson just now." Linkos said blankly.

"Huh?" Draco showed a stupid look, he really didn't know what this sudden sentence was trying to express.

"I mean." Linkos looked at Draco with a smile, "If you want to invite Mr. Zabini as your dance partner, you probably missed the opportunity."

"..." Draco unconsciously imagined the scene of him dancing with Blaise because of Linkos' words, and his whole face was contorted with horror.When he came back to his senses, Linkos had already gone far.

"What the hell am I messing around with!" Draco couldn't help muttering, before anyone noticed him, he raised his chin, still the proud young master Malfoy.

The author has something to say: In fact, I have hesitated for a long time whether to come to the dance party, and I feel that I need to arrange a connection for the next important plot...