Study Days at Hogwarts

  Chapter 959 Explosion of acting skills

Just when a decisive battle of who is "more insidious and cunning" broke out in the depths of the maze, the audience outside the maze who was bored to death was talking in a low voice, just like the second event, everyone can only stay outside and wait patiently for the competition result.

   The inability to see what is happening in the maze at the moment undoubtedly greatly reduces the audience's enthusiasm for the final, because there is no viewing experience at all.

Isobel and Nia were waiting patiently on the family seats, as if to hide their anxiety, Isobel was grooming Tom, and the fat cat who knew nothing was yawning carefreely. Enjoy Nia feeding.

  In the referee's seat not far away, Dumbledore squinted his eyes and looked up the maze, not knowing what he was thinking.

  Just now, green sparks rose above the labyrinth.

   This is not a good omen.

"What's wrong?"

   Amelia Bones noticed Dumbledore's reaction and asked suspiciously.

   "There is a green spark." Dumbledore said suddenly.

   "Is there anything wrong with the green spark?" Scrimgeour, as an Auror, is in many ways more perceptive than others.

   "The signal for help is a red spark." Dumbledore didn't think the warriors would get such a small thing wrong.

   "Nothing signaled by a green spark?" Scrimgeour asked, wrinkling.

   "No." Dumbledore shook his head.

   "Is there something wrong with the green spark?" Fudge felt that the conversation between the two was inexplicable.

   While everyone was waiting to fall asleep, a silver monster flew across the night sky, circled gracefully over everyone's heads, and landed near the podium.

"what is that?"

   There was a whisper in the stands, and the audience was all attracted by the silver griffin.

   "Patronus?"

  Amelia Bones looked at the patron saint in front of her with great interest. Just when she was about to ask, the patron saint suddenly opened her mouth and spoke in Albert's peaceful voice.

   "I was attacked. Moody is a fake. Everyone is under control. Harry could be in big trouble. I'm not hurt."

  The silver griffin disappeared completely after delivering the message. It took a long time for the spectators in the stands to realize what had happened.

   Dumbledore drew his wand and stood up.

   "Who is that Patronus?"

   Scrimgeour also drew his own wand. Auror's experience told him that something bad happened in the maze.

   "Mr. Anderson's patron saint."

  Dumbledore pointed his wand at his throat and shouted: "Quiet, please keep quiet, the professors maintain order."

   "Scrimgeour, Madame Maxime, Severus, you don't mind accompanying me into the maze!" Dumbledore greeted the three of them, and walked quickly towards the depths of the maze.

  Fudge and Amelia Bones looked at each other, but in the end they didn't follow into the maze. They knew very well that someone outside needed help to maintain order.

"this…"

   Scrimgeour frowned deeply when he looked at Grindylow, who was stabbed to death by the soil cone, the solid stone bridge in front of him, and those red hats swallowed by the hedge.

   "Mr. Anderson should have made it, and only he would do such an exaggerated thing." Snape didn't think other warriors had this ability.

   "Do you know which way to go?" Madame Maxime asked Dumbledore who was leading the way ahead.

   "I don't know. I want to follow Mr. Anderson's footsteps. It shouldn't be difficult to find him."

   At this moment, a red spark suddenly rose into the sky.

   "It seems that Mr. Anderson is obviously also worried that we will not find the right way." Dumbledore walked quickly in the direction of the red spark.

   Halfway, they saw a burnt passageway and a charred snail with a hole in its head.

   "He did this too?"

  Although Scrimgeour didn't know the snail, he could see that it was dangerous, but it was burned to death.

   "It should be the devil's flame." Snape glanced at Dumbledore and reminded, "It seems that that guy has indeed learned a lot of black magic recently."

  Everyone raised their vigilance, but they soon realized that their vigilance was completely unnecessary, because all dangers were resolved by Albert.

  They find three professors who are bound by a spell.

   "If I were you, I wouldn't easily take off their shackles."

  A voice suddenly sounded, making Snape, who was about to go to check, stop, his eyes glanced at a certain plant in the corner, and his face trembled slightly.

   "Then Moody is an impostor, he's most likely Peter Pettigrew or Barty Crouch Jr."

   "Mr. Anderson?" Dumbledore raised his wand and asked loudly.

"Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall are under the Imperius Curse. Of course, Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour are the same. They used the Avada Kedavra Curse directly when they saw me, so after making sure they get rid of Before the Imperius Curse takes control, it's best not to let them go. Also, I haven't seen Harry Potter, and I suspect he has disappeared. As for Hagrid, he probably hasn't figured out what happened yet."

   "Do you have evidence? Why hide?"

   Scrimgeour pointed his wand vigilantly at the sound.

  No way, this situation is a bit weird.

"You'd better take the time to find Harry Potter. He may not be in Hogwarts school anymore. He should be sent away by that impostor in some way. I suspect that the Death Eaters need Harry Potter to catch him." Potter's appearance to revive the mysterious man, you'd better wake up that impostor as soon as possible, and knock out where Potter is taken from his mouth, otherwise you will be too late, I'm afraid you can only help Harry Potter collect the body gone."

   "Severus, please bring the most powerful veritaserum, and a powerful recovery potion by the way." Dumbledore's face became extremely gloomy.

   "You just said that other warriors were also controlled by the Imperius Curse?" Madam Maxim frowned and asked, "Where is Fleur?"

"Go along the passage ahead, and you will be able to see Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum. However, you'd better not wake them up until they lift the Imperius Curse." Albert said The voice sounded again.

   "What the **** are you doing?"

   Scrimgeour frowned, dissatisfied with Albert's practice of hiding his head and showing his tail.

  As the only insider, he obviously needs to explain things clearly to everyone.

   "I'm going to get the trophy first. I think the students at Hogwarts probably want me to take that thing back. We can meet outside and talk about what happened here."

   "Wait! And you look like this, how can we believe what you say."

Just when Scrimgeour was about to walk in the direction where the sound came from, he saw a spell flying towards him. He quickly waved his wand to push the spell away, but one after another, the spells flew towards him, so that he could barely hold on. .

After Scrimgeour blocked all the spells, he was thrown flying by a force, slammed into the hedge behind him, and was immediately entangled by countless vines, even his mouth was sealed. A stun spell flew out from the dark passage, hitting Scrimgeour who was still struggling, completely removing his threat.

   What made people dumbfounded the most was that the moment Scrimgeour dropped his wand, he was pulled by a force and flew towards the dark passage.

   "Ah, this..."

Madam Maxim glanced at Scrimgeour, who had been pressed against the wall by a series of spells, with a strange expression on her face. She knew that Albert Anderson was a very powerful wizard before, and now she knew exactly what this guy was. How amazing.

   No wonder a group of people wanted to kill him, but they were all brought down by Albert Anderson.

   "Of course you don't have to believe it, because I don't believe you either."

"Tonight, I've had enough of attacks, enough of people throwing Avada Kedavra at me, so don't do anything that makes me feel suspicious, otherwise I can only temporarily treat you as Imperius Curse The unlucky worms of control, temporarily remove your threat."

   That voice sounded a bit cold, obviously dissatisfied with Scrimgeour's rash behavior.

"Be careful, we're meeting outside, you'd better come out quickly, so as not to worry others." Dumbledore didn't blame Albert for his aggressive actions, and said with his head sideways, "Madame Maxime, please go to Ke Mr. Lume and Ms. Delacour, take them out of the maze first, and we will talk about other matters after we go out."

   "Okay." After Madam Maxim agreed, she quickly walked towards the passage ahead.

  After Mrs. Maxime left, Dumbledore waved his wand, put the subdued Scrimgeour down from the hedge, and reawakened him.

   "Damn it!" Scrimgeour's face was extremely ugly.

"Okay, Mr. Scrimgeour, you'd better not continue to provoke Mr. Anderson. He has been attacked one after another. Now everyone thinks that the other party is very suspicious. It is absolutely unwise to provoke him rashly." Dumbledore sighed, Warning, "Trust me, no one wants to spend months in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries."

  Dumbledore naturally didn't believe that Albert would be stimulated. He probably hated the style of the Ministry of Magic, and he didn't even intend to accept the investigation at all.

   "Where's my wand?" Scrimgeour asked darkly.

   "It was taken away by Mr. Anderson using the Flying Curse, I think I will return it to you." Dumbledore comforted.

   "You actually believed what he said." Scrimgeour gave Dumbledore a dissatisfied look.

   "No question." Dumbledore waved his wand and floated several professors. "He actually had a premonition that the third project was life-threatening very early on. I didn't take it seriously at the time."

   "He had a premonition?" Scrimgeour asked, frowning.

"A fortuneteller is always very sharp in some aspects, so he is safe and sound now, but our impostor is not lucky, and he was hit by a head." Dumbledore's tone paused, his eyes fell On Moody's wrist.

  He uses magic to levitate the bracer.

"What's this?"

   "I think it's probably a...portkey."

The expression on Dumbledore's face was slightly weird, "This should be the escape route he left for himself. Obviously, this Mr. Counterfeit also knows that Mr. Anderson is not easy to mess with, and we almost let him escape from under our noses. "

   "Can this thing help us find Harry Potter?" Scrimgeour asked.

"I'm afraid not. If it were me, I would probably teleport to a temporary stronghold and then apparate there. This will prevent people from being easily tracked." Seeing the cautiousness of the fake Professor Moody, Dumbledore did not expect to pass through the door. The key was found for Harry.

   "This guy is very unlucky." Scrimgeour said suddenly.

   "Yeah, very unlucky." Dumbledore agreed with this, "He obviously found the wrong opponent."

  If it were another person, the counterfeit would probably have run away, so why would he lie here.

  …

  …

  When Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Moody were carried out of the maze sideways, the students in the stands were really shocked. Everyone thought that the three professors died in the maze.

   "They just passed out temporarily."

  Dumbledore's voice sounded above the Quidditch pitch, so that everyone could hear it clearly, lest they cause unnecessary panic by guessing randomly.

"What about the rest?"

  Amelia Bones looked at the gloomy Scrimgeour.

   "Still inside, Madame Maxime will lead the warriors out of the maze."

   "Can anyone tell me what happened? Who attacked the patrol?"

  Fudge looked at the three professors who were being carried out of the maze sideways, and his face became extremely pale. He looked uneasily at Dumbledore, and then at Scrimgeour, who had a gloomy face.

   "I'm afraid you have to ask Mr. Anderson about this." Scrimgeour said almost through gritted teeth: "I'm afraid only he himself knows the specific situation."

   "Where's Mr. Anderson?" Fudge asked.

   "Mr. Anderson went to get the trophy."

Dumbledore handed Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick to Mrs. Pomfrey who came in a hurry, and he did not forget to tell: "Minerva and Filius are likely to be controlled by the Imperius Curse. Wake them up."

   "Imperius Curse?" Fudge's voice couldn't help raising his voice a bit.

"This is impossible."

  Amelia Bones is well aware of the true level of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Moody. It is difficult to control them with the Imperius Curse, let alone under Dumbledore's nose.

   "Professor Moody is a fake, I'm afraid the real Moody is hidden by him." Dumbledore's face was so gloomy that he was about to writhe out of water.

   "Fake?"

   Fudge is confused.

   "That guy should be Barty Crouch Jr." Albert's voice came from the entrance of the maze.

   "Who is where..."

  Fudge was taken aback, and almost instinctively pointed his wand at the entrance of the maze.

   However, he clearly made a wrong demonstration.

  A red light suddenly hit Fudge, knocking him flying. The wand in Fudge's hand drew an arc in the air and landed in Albert's hand.

"Peter Pettigrew is not as smart and cunning as this guy, let alone his strength and courage." Albert stuffed Fudge's wand into his pocket, and reminded him indifferently, "Also, don't point your wand at me. Thanks, I hate being pointed at with a wand, it makes me think you're trying to cast Avada Kedavra on me."

  The audience was stunned by Albert's clean disarming of the Minister of Magic's wand.

   "What the **** are you doing!"

   "Don't point your wand at me."

  Amelia Bones also flew upside down like Fudge, and was also disarmed. The clean and agile movements made people wonder how many times Albert did it, five times, six times or more?

   "There are no enemies here, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore reminded with raised eyebrows.

   "Who knows if they have been controlled by the Imperius Curse?"

  Everyone was stunned. The Minister of Magic was controlled by the Imperius Curse?

   "It's easy, isn't Barty Crouch Sr. a ready example."

"If you've ever been ambushed and the Avada Kedavra has been thrown over and over again, you'd be as paranoid as I am. At least, I'm still alive, while everyone else is on the ground, obviously what I did was Correctly, otherwise you'd only be talking to my dead body."

   Albert looked at the few people who were hostile to him with scrutiny, as if he was considering whether to let them sleep for a while.

   "I suggest you give them a little Veritaserum later, it's easy to figure out if they're part of the gang or not."

   Albert's gaze was so cold that Fudge swallowed all his anger. It was not looking at a person, but at a bug.

   Scrimgeour looked at the almost mad Fudge, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, just like Dumbledore said, now this person is a little nervous about anyone who is hostile.

"what on earth is it?"

   "What's going on?" Albert repeated, "Probably a conspiracy against Harry Potter!"

   "A plot against Harry?"

   At this moment, Hagrid and Madam Maxim walked out of the maze with the unconscious Krum and Fleur in their arms respectively. They happened to hear Albert's words and couldn't help but raise their tone.

   "Harry Potter is missing, and I don't know where he was taken by the other party. You can use Veritaserum to torture that impostor yourself."

   "It's great that you're fine."

Isobel and Nia trotted towards Albert, stepped forward and gave him a big hug. The Triwizard Tournament trophy that was originally floating beside Albert was thrown on the ground like garbage by him. Didn't even take a look.

   "Don't worry, it's just a nasty bug." After Albert gave Nia a hug, he looked at the relieved Isobel, smiled and gave her a long kiss.

   "If I were you, I wouldn't touch that trophy rashly. That thing was turned into a portkey by Barty Crouch Jr. God knows where it will be taken."

   However, it was too late.

   When Amelia Bones bent down to pick up the trophy in front of her, she was teleported away.

   "Bones, **** it, what the **** is going on?"

  Fudge stared at the place where Amelia Bones had disappeared, and opened his mouth in shock.

   "I don't know, but Ms. Burns should be fine."

   "All right? But she..."

"This should be a trap for me or Dumbledore." Albert explained impatiently: "Only an idiot would put a lion into a herd of sheep, and Barty Crouch Jr. obviously wouldn't be Such an idiot, otherwise he would have been exposed long ago instead of hiding until now."

   "The flock of sheep."

   Scrimgeour felt that this comparison was ridiculous. He actually heard someone compare Death Eaters to a flock of sheep?

  However, looking at the five people lying on the ground, Scrimgeour did not intend to make any comments on this.

"Notify the Auror office and ask them to send out people to find Burns' whereabouts. If this person is really Barty Crouch Jr., we'd better send him to the place where scumbags should be." Fudge said angrily After leaving, he didn't even ask Albert to get his wand back. It obviously made him feel very insecure here.

   "I helped you catch a fugitive, remember to give me his bonus." Albert reminded.

   "If he is the fugitive you say," said Scrimgeour.

   "If you use the flashback spell to check the wand, you will find that many wands have used the Avada Kedavra curse." Albert used the flashback spell on Professor McGonagall's wand.

  The stunning green light that continued to bloom on the wand made everyone present feel terrified, and it was obviously used more than once.

  Albert took out another wand, proving that this wand had also been used by Avada Kedavra, and the third one was also in a similar situation.

   Well, even Dumbledore was silent, because whether it was Barty Jr. or Professor McGonagall, they almost used Avada Kedavra as an ordinary spell.

   No wonder Albert's reaction was so great.

  Replacing him, the situation is probably not much better.

"I don't blame Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick, but... I think the Ministry of Magic will definitely not let him spend the summer vacation after draining all the information about that impostor. To be honest, I am not a particularly tolerant person, especially When someone is trying so hard to kill me, you can't expect me to be tolerant, do you understand what I mean?"

"We will find out his true identity soon, and let Auror search for the whereabouts in the maze." Scrimgeour took the three wands thrown by Albert, and added: "If this guy is a fugitive, I will Don't think he'll even have a chance to rot in Azkaban."

   "I need to find a place to rest. I hope you can rescue Potter. Good luck, professor." Albert led Isobel and Nia towards the castle, leaving a group of people stunned.

   As for the champion of the Triwizard Tournament, no one cares.

   "Aren't you going to the school hospital?" Madam Pomfrey shouted towards Albert.

   "No, I'm going to find a place to rest where no one will disturb me."

   "Are you pretending to be quite the same thing?"

  After leaving the Quidditch pitch, Isobel asked suspiciously, "What the **** are you doing?"

"You have to be strong, otherwise you will be harassed and questioned about the labyrinth." Albert said helplessly, "That's a group of bullying people. As for offending Fudge, it doesn't matter. Anyway, that guy will step down soon and get out of here. Well, Amelia Bones will be dead in two years, and Scrimgeour won't be alive for a few years."

   "How do you know?" Nia asked curiously.

   "In the next few years, there will be turmoil in the magic world, and the Minister of Magic is a bunch of unlucky people." Albert smiled and said to Nia, "Let's go, I'll take you to the airport. It's safest to leave tonight."

  (end of this chapter)