bookbashuk Chapter 496 Bullying Young People
Chapter 496 Bullying Young People
Chapter 496 Bullying Young People
What does this mean?
Who is Barty Crouch Jr.? Could it be Barty Crouch Sr.—ah, is he Mr. Barty Crouch's son?
And what do you mean I already knew?
Karkaroff is not —
Loila stared at Dumbledore, not understanding what he meant.
"It seems that the Ministry of Magic's bonus isn't enough for you, Miss Hamilton."
"Why—why?" Loila asked blankly, her brain completely blank, leaving only a subconscious response.
"Because you caught Barty Crouch Jr., the Death Eater infiltrator who had infiltrated Hogwarts."
"But—but that's not Kakaro—"
"Barty Crouch Jr. disguised himself as Karkaroff by constantly drinking Polyjuice Potion," Dumbledore said slowly, "just as Steinberg was Voldemort in disguise."
"Huh?" Dumbledore's explanation seemed to ease Loira's recent shock. She twitched her ears and asked, "So it wasn't Karkaroff who died—but a Death Eater?"
"That's right." Dumbledore's smile grew wider. "Miss Hamilton—your contribution is extraordinary."
"Ah—I—" Loila looked at his smile as if she realized something.
Did this guy already know I was the murderer?
"Don't you know about this?" Dumbledore's expression suddenly changed.
"Ah—I know, of course I know!" Loila nodded with a forced smile, then, as if remembering something, quickly added, "Then—then Sirius—we must go save him!"
"Why?" Dumbledore asked, as if he didn't understand what Royla meant. "Sirius isn't the criminal."
"Then you—then you just said the Ministry of Magic took him away—"
"The Ministry of Magic needs to know what happened, doesn't it?" Dumbledore said slowly. "Mr. Potter is with him at the Ministry of Magic."
"Then—then what did you say about a trial—"
"Yes, that's right." Dumbledore nodded as if it were a matter of course. "He's going to attend Peter Pettigrew's trial."
"He is suspected of terrorism and murder—" Dumbledore's explanation made Loira's lips twitch a few times.
Her pointed ears stood up high, and her blue eyes were fixed on Dumbledore.
"Miss Hamilton—I'm so glad you became a professor at Hogwarts." Dumbledore continued, seemingly to himself, "I'll inform the Ministry of Magic—perhaps they'll award you a First Class Merlin's Honor—"
"Bang!"
Loila couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed her pillow, throwing it at Dumbledore.
That damned old man! He clearly knows everything, yet he still says it on purpose! Does he really want to see me admit it? Or does he want to see me in a difficult position?
The pillow Royla threw missed Dumbledore; despite his aged appearance, he nimbly dodged Royla's attack.
"What are you doing, Miss Hamilton?"
"You—you—" Loila felt like she was going to be driven mad by Dumbledore. She took a few deep breaths and then felt pain in her body. She couldn't help but gasp and bend over.
"You're not fully recovered yet, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said with concern. "Being too emotional isn't good for you."
Then why did you eat my apple?
"I—hiss—" Loila leaned against the bedside, trembling with anger as she looked at Dumbledore's smiling face.
Where's my wand?! I'm going to give him a Killing Curse!
"Also, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore continued, as if remembering something, "besides this matter—"
I also have some things to say about Stöger.
"Are you sure he's Voldemort?"
"————" Loila kept her mouth shut and didn't say a word. She tilted her head and didn't want to answer Dumbledore's question at all.
This old man—I'm not going to answer your question.
"Oh dear—" Seeing that Royla didn't speak, Dumbledore clicked his tongue slightly and said in a low voice, "If we can confirm that he is Voldemort—you, as the one who repelled him, can get a reward from the Ministry of Magic."
"!"
Even if there were bonuses or something—I'm very rich—I wouldn't care—
"The prize money might be a thousand doubloons!"
"He is!" Royla exclaimed, turning her head sharply. "He is Voldemort!"
"I see." Dumbledore looked at Royla with a smile.
I haven't forgiven you—nor is it because of the thousand Galleons—I'm just in a good mood—that's all!
Loila turned her face away, refusing to look at Dumbledore's triumphant expression.
Are you proud of bullying a little girl like me every day, you old man?
"Miss Hamilton—that's all my questions." Dumbledore nodded slightly. "Do you have anything you'd like to ask me?"
Hmm————
Loila instinctively wanted to ask about the real Karkaroff—but she suddenly realized that asking directly seemed a bit deliberate—
So she quickly coughed and said, "Um—um—how are they?"
"Those students—"
"Thanks to your protection," Dumbledore nodded slightly. "They are all fine."
"That's good then." It wouldn't be good if something happened to those students—Loira breathed a slight sigh of relief and then asked, "Then—what about the competition—"
"There is no champion in this Goblet of Fire tournament," Dumbledore paused, then added, "or rather—everyone is a champion."
"Because they not only overcame themselves, but also dared to challenge danger."
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Is the danger actually a clone of me?
Loila pursed her lips, unsure of what to say—but she wasn't really that concerned about it anyway. She coughed a few times and asked with a nonchalant expression, "Then—then really is Karkaroff—the principal."
"How is he doing?"
"Headmaster Karkaroff—" Dumbledore's expression somberly, "His condition is not good."
"Although there was enough water and food in Barty's suitcase, the Death Eaters were too cruel to him."
"He's gone mad," Dumbledore sighed. "He'll probably spend the rest of his life at St. Mungo's Hospital."
Hmm————
Is that so?
Is this person really insane?
"I don't quite believe it," Royla said, pursing her lips as she looked at Dumbledore, wondering if she should secretly go and kill him.
"I think—this time, Headmaster Karkaroff is definitely the real Headmaster Karkaroff," Dumbledore suddenly said slowly. "If someone wants to kill him—it will surely be a Death Eater, right?"
"And the Death Eaters—are going to Azkaban."
Hmm————
Loila shuddered, then quickly nodded: "Yes—that's how it is—"
It seems Dumbledore isn't prepared to give himself that chance—but if he really has gone mad—
That—that suits him quite well—he can just stay a madman or something from now on—
"Let's leave it at that, Miss Hamilton," Dumbledore said, slowly rising and nodding slightly to Loira. "We owe you a great deal this time."
"After all, every life is incredibly precious, isn't it?"
"————" Loila nodded silently.
"Oh, right." As if remembering something, Dumbledore paused slightly, turned to look at Loira, and said:
Miss Hamilton————
"The Ministry of Magic will probably be looking for you in a few days."
"Are you coming to give me a bonus?"
"Not necessarily." Dumbledore shook his head slightly, watching Loila shake her ears incessantly. "It might be something bad."
"Something not so good—is it?"
"Minister Fudge doesn't believe Voldemort exists—naturally—Miss Hamilton, you'll be one of his main targets." Dumbledore paused, "And—he's not exactly a magnanimous man."
"You've rejected him many times already," Dumbledore said with a sigh.
"To kill without trial—even a Death Eater—is in theory a violation of wizarding law."
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So there's no bonus at all?
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