Chapter 957: acting explosion

Just when a decisive battle broke out in the depths of the maze, who was "more sinister and cunning", the boring audience outside the maze was talking in a low voice, just like the second project, everyone could only stay outside and wait patiently for the game. result.

Not being able to see what's going on in the maze at the moment has undoubtedly greatly reduced the audience's enthusiasm for the finals, because there is no viewing experience at all.

Isobel and Nia were sitting in the family seats waiting patiently, as if to hide their anxiety, Isobel was combing Tom, the fat cat who knew nothing was yawning carefree, Enjoy Nia feeding.

In the referee's bench not far away, Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked above 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 Burns asked suspiciously, noticing Dumbledore's reaction.

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

"What's wrong with the green spark?" Scrimgeour, an Auror, was in many ways more perceptive than the others.

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

"Anything signaled by a green spark?" Scrimgeour asked, wrinkling.

"No." Dumbledore shook his head.

"What's wrong with the green spark?" Fudge found the conversation between the two inexplicable.

Just as everyone was waiting to fall asleep, a silver monster swept across the night sky, circled gracefully above everyone's heads, and landed near the podium.

"what is that?"

There was a murmur from the stands, and the audience was all attracted by the silver griffin.

"Guardian?"

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

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

After the silver lion-body Gryphon finished delivering the news, it disappeared completely. The audience in the stands took a long time to realize what was going on.

Dumbledore drew his wand and stood up.

"Who is the patron saint?"

Scrimgeour drew his wand too, and the Auror's experience told him that something bad was going on in the labyrinth.

"The patron saint of Mr. Anderson."

Dumbledore pointed his wand to his throat and shouted, "Quiet, please be quiet, professors, keep order."

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

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

"This……"

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

"It should be Mr. Anderson, and only he can do such exaggerated things." Snape does not think other warriors have this ability.

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

"I don't know. I want to follow in 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 also worried that we can't find the right way." Dumbledore walked quickly in the direction of the red spark.

Along the way, they saw a burnt passage and a charred end snail with a hole in its head.

"That's what he did too?"

Although Scrimgeour didn't know the blow-tail 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 the guy has learned a lot of black magic recently."

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

They find three professors who are tightly bound by spells.

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

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

"Then Moody is a fake. He's probably Peter Pettigrew or Barty Crouch Jr.

"Mr. Anderson?" Dumbledore asked aloud, raising his wand.

"Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall were under the Imperius Curse. Of course, so did Mr. Krum and Miss Delacour. They used the Avada Sorrow as soon as they saw me, so they were sure they would get rid of it. It's best not to let them go until the Imperius Curse takes hold. Also, I didn't see Harry Potter, I suspect he's missing, and as for Hagrid, he probably hasn't figured out what happened."

"Do you have evidence? Why are you hiding?"

Scrimgeour pointed his wand warily at the voice's location.

No way, this situation is a bit weird.

"You'd better find time to find Harry Potter, he may not be at Hogwarts anymore, he should have been sent away by that impostor by some means, I suspect that the Death Eaters needed Harry Potter to catch him. The appearance of Potter is to resurrect the mysterious man, you better wake up the fake as soon as possible, knock out where Potter was taken from his mouth, otherwise it will be too late, you may only help Harry Potter collect the body already."

"Severus, please bring the most powerful Veritaserum, along with the powerful Restorative." Dumbledore's face became extremely gloomy.

"You said that the other warriors were also under the Imperius Curse?" Madame Maxime asked with a frown. "Where is Fleur?"

"Going down the front passage, you will be able to meet Miss Delacour and Mr. Krum. However, you'd better not wake them up until they are released from 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 had to explain things to everyone.

"I'll go get the trophy first, I think the students at Hogwarts will probably want me to take that back, and we can meet up outside and talk about what's going on here."

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

Just as Scrimgeour was about to walk in the direction from which the voice came, he saw a spell flying towards him. He quickly waved his wand to remove the spell, but the spells flew towards him one after another, so that he could only support himself in front of him. .

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

The most astonishing thing was that the moment Scrimgeour's wand fell from his hand, it was pulled by a force and flew towards the dark passage.

"Ah, this..."

Mrs. Maxime glanced at Scrimgeour, who had been pressed against the wall by a series of spells. The expression on her face was a bit strange. She had known that Albert Anderson was a very powerful wizard, and now she knew what this guy was. How awesome.

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

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

"Tonight, I've had enough of being attacked, of having Avada throw my life at me, so don't do anything that makes me feel suspicious, or I'll just treat you as Imperius for the time being The unlucky bugs under control, temporarily relieve your threat."

The voice sounded a little cold, clearly displeased with Scrimgeour's rash behavior.

"Be safe, we'll meet outside, come out quickly, so as not to worry others." Dumbledore didn't blame Albert for being overly aggressive, he turned his head and said, "Mrs. Maxime, please go to K. Mr. Rum and Miss Delacour, take them out of the labyrinth first, and we'll talk about other things later."

"Okay." After Mrs. Maxim agreed, she walked quickly towards the front passage.

After Lady Maxime had left, Dumbledore waved his wand, lowered the subdued Scrimgeour from the hedge, and woke him up again.

"What the hell!" Scrimgeour's face was extremely ugly.

"Okay, Mr. Scrimgeour, you'd better stop provoking Mr. Anderson. He has been attacked one after another, and now everyone thinks that the other party is suspicious. It's not wise to rashly **** him." Dumbledore sighed, "Trust me, no one wants to spend months in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries," warns.

Dumbledore naturally didn't believe that Albert would be stimulated. Eighty percent of the time he hated the Ministry of Magic's formal style, and he didn't even intend to be investigated properly.

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

"It was taken away by Mr. Anderson using the Flying Charm. I think it will be returned to you." Dumbledore comforted.

"You actually believed him." 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 in danger very early on. I didn't take it seriously at the time."

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

"The fortune-teller is always very keen in some aspects, so he can be safe now, and our faker's luck is not very good. He hit his head and broke his blood." Dumbledore's tone stopped, and his eyes fell. on Moody's wrist.

He used magic to levitate the bracers.

"What's this?"

"I think it's probably... a door key."

The expression on Dumbledore's face was a little weird, "This should be the retreat he left for himself. Obviously, the fake Mr. Anderson also knew that Mr. Anderson was not easy to mess with, and we almost let him escape from under our noses. "

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

Gu"I'm afraid not. If it were me, I would probably be teleported to a temporary stronghold somewhere, and then Apparate in the past, so as to prevent people from being easily tracked." Dumbledore saw the caution of the fake Professor Moody. Didn't expect to find Harry with the portkey.

"This fellow is unlucky," said Scrimgeour suddenly.

"Yeah, very unlucky." Dumbledore agreed. "He obviously has the wrong opponent."

If it was a different person, the counterfeit might have already succeeded in running away, so how could he lie here.

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

"They just fainted temporarily."

Dumbledore's voice sounded above the Quidditch pitch, so that everyone could hear it clearly, lest their wild guesswork cause unnecessary panic.

"What about the rest?"

Amelia Burns looked at the gloomy Scrimgeour.

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

"Who can tell me what the **** is going on? Who attacked the patrol?"

Fudge looked unusually pale as he looked at the three professors being carried out of the labyrinth sideways. He looked uneasily at Dumbledore and then at the gloomy Scrimgeour.

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

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

"Mr Anderson went to get the trophy."

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

"Imperial Curse?" Fudge's voice rose a little.

"This is impossible."

Amelia Burns knew very well the true level of Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick and Professor Moody, and it was difficult to control them with the Imperius Curse, let alone under Dumbledore's eyes.

"Professor Moody is an impostor, and I'm afraid he is hiding the real Moody." Dumbledore's face was so gloomy that he was about to twist out of the water.

"Counterfeit?"

Fudge was confused.

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

"Who's where..."

Fudge was startled, and almost instinctively pointed his wand at the entrance to the maze.

However, he clearly made the wrong demonstration.

A red light suddenly hit Fudge and knocked him out of the air. The wand in Fudge's hand slid an arc in the air and landed on Albert's hand.

"Peter Pettigrew is not as smart and cunning as this guy, let alone his strength and courage." Albert put Fudge's wand into his pocket and reminded indifferently, "Also, don't use your wand at me, Thanks, I hate being pointed at with a wand that makes me think you want to use the Avada Throwing Charm on me."

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

"What the **** are you doing!"

"Don't point your wand at me."

Amelia Burns also flew backwards like Fudge, and was also disarmed, and the clean and tidy movements made one wonder how many times Albert did it, five, six or more?

"There is no enemy here, Mr. Anderson." Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and reminded him.

"Who knows if they were under the Imperius Curse?"

Everyone was stunned, the Minister of Magic was under the Imperius Curse?

"It's easy not to, Barty Crouch Sr. is a ready-made example."

"If you've been ambushed, you've been thrown the Avada Sutra, and you've become as suspicious as I am. At least, I'm still alive and everyone else is on the ground, obviously what I do is Correctly, otherwise you'll just have to talk to my corpse."

Albert looked at the few people who were hostile to him with scrutiny eyes, 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 find out if they're a gang."

Albert's gaze was so indifferent that Fudge swallowed all his anger back in his stomach. It was not looking at a person's eyes, but at a bedbug.

The corners of Scrimgeour's mouth twitched slightly as he looked at Fudge, who was almost mad, as Dumbledore had said, and now the man was a little nervous to anyone who was hostile.

"what on earth is it?"

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

"A conspiracy against Harry?"

At this moment, Hagrid and Madam Maxim walked out of the labyrinth with Krum and Fleur, who were in a coma, respectively. They just heard Albert's words, and their tone couldn't help but rise a bit.

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

"You're fine."

Isobel and Nia trotted towards Albert and gave him a big hug. The Triwizard Tournament trophy that had been floating by Albert's side was thrown on the ground like rubbish. Didn't even look at him.

"Don't worry, it's just a nasty bug." After Albert gave Nia a hug, he looked at Isobel who was relieved, and gave him a long kiss with a smile.

"If I were you, I wouldn't touch that trophy rashly. That thing was turned into a door key by Barty Crouch Jr. God knows where it's going."

However, it's too late.

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

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

Fudge stared at the place where Amelia Burns had disappeared, gaping in shock.

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

"It's okay? But she..."

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

"Flock of sheep."

Scrimgeour thought the analogy was ridiculous. He had heard someone compare the 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 have them send their staff to find the whereabouts of Burns. If this person is really Barty Crouch Jr., we'd better send him to the place where the scum should be." Fudge was furious. After leaving, he didn't even ask Albert to get his wand back, which obviously made him feel very insecure.

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

"If he's really the fugitive you say," said Scrimgeour.

"If you check your wands with the Flashback Charm, you'll find that a lot of wands have used the Avada Throwback Charm." Albert used the Flashback Charm on Professor McGonagall's wand.

The dazzling green light that continued to bloom on the wand made everyone in the room feel terrified, and it was obviously more than one use.

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

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

No wonder Albert's reaction was so big.

With him, the situation is 80% not much better.

"I'm not blaming Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick~www.NovelMTL.com~ but...I don't think the Ministry of Magic will keep him for the summer after draining his intelligence on the fake. Honestly, I'm not A very forgiving person, especially when someone is trying to take my life, you can't expect me to be forgiving of each other, do you understand what I mean?"

"We'll find out his true identity soon, and let the Aurors search for the whereabouts in the labyrinth." Scrimgeour took the three wands thrown by Albert and added: "If this guy is a fugitive, I I don't think he has a chance to rot in Azkaban prison."

"I need to find a place to rest, I hope you can save Potter. Good luck, Professor." Albert walked towards the castle with Isobel and Nia, 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 called to Albert.

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

"You're pretending to be the same?"

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

"You have to be strong, otherwise they will keep harassing and questioning the labyrinth." Albert said helplessly, "That's a bunch of people who bully the soft and fear the hard. As for offending Fudge, it doesn't really matter. Anyway, that guy will get out of office soon. Well, Amelia Burns will probably be dead in two years, and Scrimgeour won't live for a few more years."

"How do you know?" Nia asked curiously.

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

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