Chapter 678: Changes in the 3rd Project
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Rui Chen 3499
If the real old Barty Crouch became Minister of Magic, no matter how upright he was, he would definitely not let such a proposal pass.
After all, the Triwizard Tournament, a grand event with a strong historical atmosphere, has a far-reaching impact, and there will inevitably be no elbows turned outward.
It's a pity that the old Barty is just a puppet, and the person controlling this puppet is his filial son Barty Jr., a Death Eater who is Voldemort's confidant.
The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows. Little Barty's master, Lord Voldemort, naturally wants to be the oriole.
In this case, the mantis (Smith's impostors) and the oriole (Hogwarts students) will have to fight to the death.
The fighting power of the students at Hogwarts cannot be underestimated. This is not only the experience of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but also the results of the first two events of the Triwizard Tournament.
More and more Hogwarts students have woken up and spread the word. The changes to Hogwarts Castle will soon become common knowledge.
"They are so tight-lipped that they refused to say anything a few days ago!" George was still a little aggrieved.
Ron asked curiously: "How did you know...although you found out a little late."
"Probably because some kind of magical contract has expired?" Hermione guessed, "Just like the first two projects, we don't know anything about the upcoming test, right?"
"That's what I say, but I think this battle... is so big!" Harry looked towards the lawn, where a row of Aurors had just passed.
As time went by, more and more wizards came to Hogwarts, and some even set up tents on the grass, which seemed to be close to the size of the Quidditch World Cup camp.
"Why are there so many people here?" Ron immediately asked his two brothers for help.
"Our lovely Ronald! Why don't you know anything?" Fred had a smirk on his lips.
"Is your appearance the only one that belongs to our old Weasley family, but your soul comes from a Muggle? Why are you so poorly informed!"
"Maybe it's just because Ron is more... simple? He has a beauty that hasn't been tarnished by the Ministry of Magic." George immediately answered.
"It's not like us... we have to secretly go to the Ministry of Magic to get approval materials and decorate the shops in Diagon Alley ourselves... Ron is so happy!"
Ron complained repeatedly: "Are you my brother? How can you ridicule your brother like this all day long?"
"Okay! Okay!" Fred waved his hand, "The reason why there are so many people coming is all thanks to our new Minister of Magic - Mr. Barty Crouch Sr.!"
George continued: "It was Mr. Crouch who was selling tickets and promoting the third event as the Quidditch World Cup."
"Is this appropriate? Is it too utilitarian?" Hermione frowned and said cautiously, "I have met Mr. Crouch before, and he seems quite..."
"It's quite serious, right? You're so serious... I didn't expect you to be so business-minded?" George chuckled twice, "To be honest, I'm quite surprised!"
"But there is nothing we can do about it. Wasn't Cornelius Fudge imprisoned in Azkaban after being tried? This is because he was investigated and a lot of problems were found!"
"What's the problem?" Ron couldn't wait to ask, "I only know that the "Daily Prophet" reported that he was accused of anti-wizard...that he had colluded with goblins."
Everyone is interested in gossip, especially gossip that has not appeared on the market.
Fred said: "This charge is relatively serious! And it can make Fudge and Umbridge take the blame, so of course I choose this charge!"
"If Fudge hadn't enriched his own pockets and lost a lot of money from the Ministry of Magic, he might not have ended up in Azkaban..."
Ron scratched his head, "It's actually because of this! But it shouldn't be!"
George sighed: "Yes! Our pure Ron probably doesn't understand...even wizards will pursue money like Muggles."
"After all...money can buy you a good life!" Fred added, "But it's different to have a family. Aren't we also living a happy life?"
"Perhaps... it's because we can't experience the happiness of the Malfoy family?" George immediately broke the news, "Think about it... every morning when you wake up, there is a house elf waking you up."
Fred shuddered and said indignantly: "Oh! We can only be woken up by goblins! They will throw mud through the window into the dining room, it's too much!"
"Are you going too far?" Harry reminded, "Aren't we talking about why Mr. Crouch opened the third project this time?"
"Ahem... isn't this coming?" George waved his hand, "Actually, I just said that the Ministry of Magic is selling tickets because it has no money."
"A very smart method...even a little despicable!" Fred sighed, "I actually didn't expect Old Barty to actually do that...use Principal Dumbledore as propaganda."
"Using Principal Dumbledore as propaganda?" Harry's tone suddenly became urgent when he heard this sentence, "Please tell me in detail! I subscribe to the Daily Prophet every day, why don't I know about it?"
George shrugged and replied: "Because this is publicity to the outside world, and the wizarding world in England would not dare to do this!"
"They said that Principal Dumbledore worked very hard and worked hard for this Triwizard Tournament. In addition, he was still promoting the art of Yi to the outside world..."
"That's why Principal Dumbledore was so exhausted that he met with misfortune in an attack." Fred's tone became low, "It sounds like that."
"But it's so immoral!" Hermione frowned, "I really didn't expect...Mr. Crouch to be such a person!"
"Perhaps he is being controlled by someone?" Ron frowned and commented sharply, "The maniacal look is completely unlike the Mr. Crouch we remember."
"Could it be that time when I was imprisoned in Azkaban, I met the Death Eaters in Azkaban, and then I was controlled... That would be too scary!"
"Wonderful! So wonderful!" Fred exhaled and clapped together with George, "A very wonderful reasoning. Are you interested in writing this guess down?"
George echoed: "If you can write it down, we brothers will definitely help you publish it! Maybe you will be the next Gilderoy Lockhart!"
"Forget it!" Ron showed disgust when he thought of Gildero's eight shiny teeth.
After all, the Triwizard Tournament, a grand event with a strong historical atmosphere, has a far-reaching impact, and there will inevitably be no elbows turned outward.
It's a pity that the old Barty is just a puppet, and the person controlling this puppet is his filial son Barty Jr., a Death Eater who is Voldemort's confidant.
The mantis stalks the cicada while the oriole follows. Little Barty's master, Lord Voldemort, naturally wants to be the oriole.
In this case, the mantis (Smith's impostors) and the oriole (Hogwarts students) will have to fight to the death.
The fighting power of the students at Hogwarts cannot be underestimated. This is not only the experience of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, but also the results of the first two events of the Triwizard Tournament.
More and more Hogwarts students have woken up and spread the word. The changes to Hogwarts Castle will soon become common knowledge.
"They are so tight-lipped that they refused to say anything a few days ago!" George was still a little aggrieved.
Ron asked curiously: "How did you know...although you found out a little late."
"Probably because some kind of magical contract has expired?" Hermione guessed, "Just like the first two projects, we don't know anything about the upcoming test, right?"
"That's what I say, but I think this battle... is so big!" Harry looked towards the lawn, where a row of Aurors had just passed.
As time went by, more and more wizards came to Hogwarts, and some even set up tents on the grass, which seemed to be close to the size of the Quidditch World Cup camp.
"Why are there so many people here?" Ron immediately asked his two brothers for help.
"Our lovely Ronald! Why don't you know anything?" Fred had a smirk on his lips.
"Is your appearance the only one that belongs to our old Weasley family, but your soul comes from a Muggle? Why are you so poorly informed!"
"Maybe it's just because Ron is more... simple? He has a beauty that hasn't been tarnished by the Ministry of Magic." George immediately answered.
"It's not like us... we have to secretly go to the Ministry of Magic to get approval materials and decorate the shops in Diagon Alley ourselves... Ron is so happy!"
Ron complained repeatedly: "Are you my brother? How can you ridicule your brother like this all day long?"
"Okay! Okay!" Fred waved his hand, "The reason why there are so many people coming is all thanks to our new Minister of Magic - Mr. Barty Crouch Sr.!"
George continued: "It was Mr. Crouch who was selling tickets and promoting the third event as the Quidditch World Cup."
"Is this appropriate? Is it too utilitarian?" Hermione frowned and said cautiously, "I have met Mr. Crouch before, and he seems quite..."
"It's quite serious, right? You're so serious... I didn't expect you to be so business-minded?" George chuckled twice, "To be honest, I'm quite surprised!"
"But there is nothing we can do about it. Wasn't Cornelius Fudge imprisoned in Azkaban after being tried? This is because he was investigated and a lot of problems were found!"
"What's the problem?" Ron couldn't wait to ask, "I only know that the "Daily Prophet" reported that he was accused of anti-wizard...that he had colluded with goblins."
Everyone is interested in gossip, especially gossip that has not appeared on the market.
Fred said: "This charge is relatively serious! And it can make Fudge and Umbridge take the blame, so of course I choose this charge!"
"If Fudge hadn't enriched his own pockets and lost a lot of money from the Ministry of Magic, he might not have ended up in Azkaban..."
Ron scratched his head, "It's actually because of this! But it shouldn't be!"
George sighed: "Yes! Our pure Ron probably doesn't understand...even wizards will pursue money like Muggles."
"After all...money can buy you a good life!" Fred added, "But it's different to have a family. Aren't we also living a happy life?"
"Perhaps... it's because we can't experience the happiness of the Malfoy family?" George immediately broke the news, "Think about it... every morning when you wake up, there is a house elf waking you up."
Fred shuddered and said indignantly: "Oh! We can only be woken up by goblins! They will throw mud through the window into the dining room, it's too much!"
"Are you going too far?" Harry reminded, "Aren't we talking about why Mr. Crouch opened the third project this time?"
"Ahem... isn't this coming?" George waved his hand, "Actually, I just said that the Ministry of Magic is selling tickets because it has no money."
"A very smart method...even a little despicable!" Fred sighed, "I actually didn't expect Old Barty to actually do that...use Principal Dumbledore as propaganda."
"Using Principal Dumbledore as propaganda?" Harry's tone suddenly became urgent when he heard this sentence, "Please tell me in detail! I subscribe to the Daily Prophet every day, why don't I know about it?"
George shrugged and replied: "Because this is publicity to the outside world, and the wizarding world in England would not dare to do this!"
"They said that Principal Dumbledore worked very hard and worked hard for this Triwizard Tournament. In addition, he was still promoting the art of Yi to the outside world..."
"That's why Principal Dumbledore was so exhausted that he met with misfortune in an attack." Fred's tone became low, "It sounds like that."
"But it's so immoral!" Hermione frowned, "I really didn't expect...Mr. Crouch to be such a person!"
"Perhaps he is being controlled by someone?" Ron frowned and commented sharply, "The maniacal look is completely unlike the Mr. Crouch we remember."
"Could it be that time when I was imprisoned in Azkaban, I met the Death Eaters in Azkaban, and then I was controlled... That would be too scary!"
"Wonderful! So wonderful!" Fred exhaled and clapped together with George, "A very wonderful reasoning. Are you interested in writing this guess down?"
George echoed: "If you can write it down, we brothers will definitely help you publish it! Maybe you will be the next Gilderoy Lockhart!"
"Forget it!" Ron showed disgust when he thought of Gildero's eight shiny teeth.
