Hogwarts: Who made her a professor?

Chapter 358 A fit of rage

Chapter 358 A fit of rage

Death Eaters are the name of Voldemort's followers, a dark force gathered under Voldemort's control.

In the early days of Voldemort's career, his followers were mainly wizards who pursued pure-blood superiority and were fanatical about dark magic.

However, as Voldemort himself grew uglier and his business expanded, he made a mistake that many people would make: lax quality control.

The Death Eaters' ranks became a mixed bag, including devoted followers, abusers who enjoyed torturing others, ambitious opportunists, and cowards seeking refuge.

Such a diverse group could not withstand great storms; they were only drawn together by an invincible leader, which is why they became the fearsome Death Eaters under Voldemort's command.

Therefore, after that night in Godric's Hollow, the once-fierce Death Eaters crumbled overnight, and Voldemort's painstakingly built power vanished into thin air.

Those who remained steadfastly loyal were either killed or imprisoned for life by Azkaban; the cowards and the ambitious sought other paths or switched allegiances.

Some fans turned against them, while others simply became traitors.

Standing in the principal's office at this moment, Barty Crouch—or more accurately, Barty Crouch Jr.—was a core member of the Death Eaters and knew all too well what kind of incompetent teammates they were.

How the hell can you possibly accomplish anything great while surrounded by these worms?!

That's why Barty Crouch Jr. wouldn't believe Dumbledore's nonsense or Belvina's ramblings.

The Death Eaters dared to break into Hogwarts at night and kidnap Karkaroff, so why didn't they cast the Dark Mark on the sky? Did they not like it?

At this moment, Barty Crouch Jr. really wanted to spit a mouthful of phlegm onto Dumbledore's feet—Pah! You lowlifes can only fool that idiot Cornelius Fudge!

Speaking of Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge, he is now looking intently at Barty Crouch.

Well said! Well said!

In broad daylight, under the clear sky, how could he possibly be a Death Eater!

At that moment, Connery Fudge suddenly realized that Barty Crouch was actually quite adorable.

Hearing the director's denial and seeing the minister's earnest gaze, the deputy director felt utterly exhausted.

"Our top priority right now is to find Karkaroff. Once we find him, the truth will naturally become clear," Barty Crouch said. "What do you think, Minister?"

"Of course!" Fudge exclaimed as if grasping at a lifeline. "The most important and crucial thing is to find Karkaroff, catch his kidnappers, and all difficulties will be resolved."

"Miss Black," Barty Crouch looked at Belvina, "you said in your message to the Ministry of Magic that Karkaroff was going to leave Hogwarts even without the attack, is that right?"

Compared to the cunning Dumbledore, the young Belvina is easier to deal with and might become a breakthrough point.

"That's right, Mr. Crouch," Belvina told the truth, "Karkaroff took a lot of medicine from the school hospital, presumably intending to sneak out of the school."

"But why would he leave Hogwarts?" Barty Crouch asked. "The Triwizard Tournament isn't over yet. Why would he leave now, and why would he do it secretly, without anyone else's knowledge?"

Oh no, this time they're really after me.

Belvina's heart tightened; she knew she had to be even more careful.

Before Belvina could answer, Barty Crouch continued speaking on his own.

He said, "I think Karkaroff's sudden decision to leave was likely due to some kind of threat, a threat strong enough to make him abandon his students and his position as principal."

Barty Crouch's eyes were cold and empty, devoid of any emotion or information. Others' eyes are the windows to their souls, but his windows were fitted with one-way glass.

"A threat?" Belvina said calmly. "Mr. Crouch, just say what you mean, no need to beat around the bush."

Upon hearing this, Connelly Fudge glanced at Belvina, then at Barty Crouch.

Although the minister may seem a bit dim-witted, he's only a bit dim-witted; he can still understand what Crouch is saying.

Igor Karkarov chose to flee quietly, even at the cost of wealth and status, for only one reason: his life was threatened and his safety could not be guaranteed.

Cornelius Fudge, who had been silent, looked at Belvina again, and hesitated.

As Minister of Magic, he hoped the matter would end with Belvina and not involve more people, especially Death Eaters.

As Connery Fudge was, he hoped the whole thing had nothing to do with Belvina and that she wasn't involved.

Professor Moody, leaning on his cane, limped forward and said gruffly, "Crouch, are you doubting Black? Are you doubting that Black threatened Karkaroff's life, or that she kidnapped that scumbag?"

Stare. — Stare — ... Stare —.

With each step Alastor Moody took, a hollow sound echoed in the principal's office.

"If it's the former, why would Black threaten Karkaroff? What benefit would he get from doing that?" Professor Moody looked at Belvina and said to Crouch, "If it's the latter—she wouldn't do something like that unless she's mentally unstable."

Dengdengdeng

Professor Moody walked up to Barty Crouch, leaning on his cane, and looked at that once so familiar face.

"Karkaroff should be more worried about the Death Eaters than Black," Professor Moody continued. "Crouch, we all know what that scoundrel did back then. He betrayed the Death Eaters to you and to the Ministry of Magic."

"Alastor Moody!" Cornelius Fudge shouted awkwardly, as he was particularly reluctant to hear anything about Death Eaters right now.

Despite Fudge being the Minister of Magic, Professor Moody didn't respect him and didn't even bother to glance at the Minister.

Alastor Moody had only eyes for Barty Crouch; both of his eyes were fixed on Crouch, making Moody's scarred face look particularly strained.

"I'm not doubting Miss Black, just stating my opinion," Barty Crouch said. "Karkaroff didn't leave Hogwarts without a reason; there must be one."

"The reason is the Death Eaters! How many times do I have to say it?!" Professor Moody roared. "Wasn't the Dark Mark at the World Cup camp enough to wake you up?!"

As he spoke, Moody dragged his prosthetic leg over to Fudge.

"Cornelly Fudge!" Professor Moody roared, "Has the person who cast the Dark Mark been caught! Has the group partying at the campsite been caught! Has the missing Bertha Jorkins been found!"

With each roar from Alastor Moody, Connelly Fudge's face grew increasingly grim.

Since Sirius Black's escape from prison, the Ministry of Magic has been in a constant state of turmoil, with unexpected events and endless troubles.

The more frequent these situations became, the less Cornelius Fudge dared to face them. He feared that he would be ousted from his position as minister, just like Eugenia Jenkins and Harold Minchum had been.

At this moment, faced with the roaring retired Auror and the furious Alastor Moody, Connelly Fudge was speechless.

It is impossible to distinguish.

Fortunately, Belvina stepped up at the crucial moment and came to the rescue of the sweating Connelly Fudge.

"Speaking of the Quidditch World Cup and the Dark Mark, something comes to mind," she said. "Mr. Crouch, I remember you suspected that the Dark Mark was conjured by Harry Potter. If I'm not mistaken, am I?"

"What?!" Cornelius Fudge nervously twirled his bowler hat. "How could Harry Potter possibly conjure up the Dark Mark?!"

The Minister of Magic probably doesn't even know what he's saying.

No one paid any attention to Connelly Fudge's surprise, as if he had become invisible while avoiding the question.

"Mr. Crouch, I've always been curious why you would doubt Harry Potter," Belvina continued. "Harry Potter who defeated Voldemort."

Apart from Fudge dropping his top hat on the ground, no one else was afraid of the name "Voldemort".

"If Barty Crouch can be a Death Eater, why can't those three kids?"

Barty Crouch spoke slowly, as if he had used all his strength to say that one sentence.

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