Chapter 689 If You Had Been More Cheerful Back Then, How Would You Have Done so Many Things Now?

Facing the tough law enforcement Auror, Crouch had no intention of resisting. Instead, he breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hands cooperatively and let several people put the shackles on him. He even had the time to ask questions.

"It seems you have finally figured it out, Connelly, are you planning to arrest me for bending the law for personal gain?"

"It's suspected of murdering Bertha Jorkins! She has been missing for almost a year, and you are the last person to see her!" Fudge snapped.

Crouch's expression suddenly froze, and he looked at Fudge in disbelief. "I think Dumbledore should have explained to you that I just used a powerful forgetting spell on Bertha Jorkins, and then she went all the way to Romania, the mysterious man..."

"Did the mysterious man kill her?" Fudge said what Crouch wanted to say first, and then continued. "Who knows if you are lying? I prefer to believe that you want to blame all this on the mysterious man!"

"There happens to be a corpse here whose face cannot be seen clearly. I suspect she is Bertha Jorkins!" Fudge coldly ordered the Auror to take the charred corpse away with him.

Dumbledore watched the actions of Fudge and the Aurors, with a little anger on his face. He knew that he might not be able to count on the Ministry of Magic's help.

"Ah! I almost forgot..." Fudge led people to the door, suddenly remembered something, and turned his head to look at Ivan. "Hals, if I'm not mistaken, you should have been at the scene at the time and happened to find the body, right? So you have to come and take notes."

Ivan laughed angrily at Fudge's remarks. How could he not see that Fudge was threatening him and wanted him to perjury to completely characterize the matter as Crouch's murder of Bertha Jorkins.

Otherwise, he did not accidentally discover the body but participated in the murder with Crouch...

But Ivan was not scared. He was very aware of his reputation in the wizarding world, and with Dumbledore also here, it was not easy for Fudge to accuse him of nothing, so he spoke out without mercy. sarcastically.

"I think you need to brush up on the relevant knowledge, Minister Fudge!"

"Little Barty died of suicide. You only need to use the flashback spell to detect the wand he used to find out. It has nothing to do with me or Mr. Crouch!"

"In addition, I also need to remind you, Minister, that even if you can't see the face clearly, professionals can tell a person's age and gender based on their bones!

The difference between the male and female pelvises is the most obvious feature. If you are willing to do an autopsy on the dead person at the scene, you will immediately know that the person who died is actually a wizard, not the so-called Bertha Jorkins!

Muggles' existing genetic technology can also help you confirm his identity. Just send it to him for testing, and Muggles will accurately tell you that the corpse in front of you is Mr. Crouch's son Barty Jr.! "

Ivan analyzed it, then looked at Fudge with contempt and said. "Excuse me, do you have any questions that you would like me to help answer?"

Fudge was choked up and couldn't reply for a long time.

"What Hals said is right." Moody also said helpfully at this time. "I heard that Crouch said that Aurors followed him when he buried his son. They must be able to find the exact burial place of the body. If you don't believe it, you can dig up the grave and take a look for further confirmation!"

"That was more than ten years ago. Who would still remember the specific location where it was buried..." Fudge shook his head and replied impatiently.

"If they happen to forget, my pensieve will just help them remember it!" Dumbledore said suddenly, blocking Fudge's last excuse.

However, this also succeeded in irritating Fudge. He looked at Dumbledore, then turned his eyes to Ivan, Moody and Harry, his expression gradually becoming a little ferocious.

"Very good... very good! It seems that you are determined to go against me, right?" Fudge said angrily.

"The only one I want to deal with is Voldemort! If you are willing, it is not that difficult to find out the truth, Cornelius." Dumbledore said solemnly.

"I will send someone to investigate the whole thing! There is a pensieve in the Ministry of Magic, and I don't need your help!" Fudge said through gritted teeth, and then looked at Umbridge and others.

"let's go!"

Hearing this, all the Aurors were relieved. They didn't want to stay here for a moment, so they hurriedly took the bodies of Crouch and Barty Jr. and followed them.

When this group of people walked out of the principal's office, the room suddenly became empty.

"Professor Dumbledore, are we just going to let them take Mr. Crouch away?" Ivan was very worried that Fudge would directly kill people and silence him after he returned. There was a precedent in the original time and space.

"Don't worry, Hals, Barty will be fine." Dumbledore said reassuringly.

"If he had the guts to kill Barty, he wouldn't be so afraid!" Moody sneered.

Crouch's identity is very unusual. He is a pure-blood wizard. He was also the former director of the Department of Enforcement. He has many friends in the Ministry of Magic. If Fudge wants to convict him, he must go through a formal trial.

Thinking of this, Moody turned to look at Dumbledore and suddenly asked a confused question. "Do you regret it? Albus?"

Dumbledore was silent. Of course he knew what Moody was asking. The current Minister of Magic Fudge was elected by him...

"If you had readily accepted the position of Minister of Magic, there would be so many things happening now..." Moody complained dissatisfiedly.

After the Wizarding War, the Ministry of Magic sent people to Hogwarts more than ten times to plead with Dumbledore for the position of Minister of Magic, but was rejected without exception, so Fudge was finally selected.

"Now is not the time to talk about this, Alastor!" Dumbledore didn't want to talk more about this topic, so he changed the subject and looked at Harry, asking him to recount his experience in the dream.

Harry nodded, tried hard to remember, and told everything he saw through the snake's perspective as carefully as possible.

Dumbledore pondered for a long time, and his expression became very solemn when he heard that Voldemort was planning to massacre the entire Muggle village to regain his strength.

"Do you think that's true?" Harry asked nervously.

"It is possible that some advanced black magic rituals require the use of death sacrifices." Dumbledore's brows were knitted together. Compared to this, what made him more concerned was who Voldemort learned about the child. News of Buddy’s death…