94 Diagon Alley

    Staring at George's flushed face, "I love you too, George."

    The truth is scarier than the story

    After Christmas, Gwen hurriedly picked up the big events that had been left behind. She felt like she had nothing to do except prepare for the O.W.L.s, negotiating with the twins to get her money back from Bagman, the weird Defence Against the Dark Arts professor, and a date with George.

    "It takes too long to fall in love." Gwen, who was lying on the bed in the dormitory at ten o'clock, wailed.

    Katie rolled her eyes when she heard the words: "Before you fell in love, you were hanging out with them every day - it doesn't make any difference to you in terms of time."

    Gwen turned over and continued to mourn: "That's because it takes too much energy to fall in love!"

    "When you work after graduation, you won't have the energy to fall in love." Katie showed a resentful look, "I haven't received a letter from Oliver since the Christmas ball. They The team has started to strengthen the training camp."

    "I bet Wood is enjoying it," Gwen said languidly, before passing out in less than half a minute.

    The next day, George found Gwen with an envelope between his slender fingers.

    "Dad replied."

    Gwen immediately decided to set the content of today's date as: analysis and reasoning about the relationship between the drug thief and Crouch.

    "Genius, so I can do more with less today." She secretly gave herself a thumbs up. Then read the letter with George in the corner of the common room.

    "Dear George,

    I'm surprised you wrote to me alone. When your mother saw the owl, she thought something big was up.

    About your question about Mr. Crouch, I would like to know why you are so curious, because Mr. Crouch just happened to have been absent from work for a week when he suddenly disappeared. Percy says he's sick and keeps sending work instructions via owl, but you know, Percy won't give any more information - top secret.

    Personally, Mr. Crouch's disappearance is very suspicious, almost more suspicious than Bertha Jorkins' disappearance. Because Crouch is a hard-boned, workaholic, rigorous self-discipline and ruthless. When he was the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Division more than ten years ago, he had taken some very radical political views. When fighting the Death Eaters, he even relaxed his policy to allow Aurors to use dark magic in pursuit. This approach - which I personally don't agree with - does work. He was a strong candidate to be the next Minister of Magic until something happened to his son. "

    Writing this, Mr. Weasley's handwriting suddenly became small and scribbled, and it seemed that after hesitation, he made up his mind to reveal some inside information.

    "Your mother definitely doesn't want me to tell you about the Death Eaters, but I believe that if I don't write it honestly in the reply, you and your brother don't know how big a basket will be. Just to satisfy your curiosity. Well, Crouch's son, Barty Crouch Jr. is a Death Eater. But old Crouch hated evil, or to avoid suspicion, he ended up killing his son with his own hands Sent to Azkaban. As far as I know, little Crouch was tortured by Dementors a few years ago and was seriously ill and died in his cell. But it still affects Mr. Crouch at the Ministry of Magic career, he was transferred to the International Cooperation Division.

    George, I don't know what you're asking about. I'm also not sure if my warning will work for you, but for your mother's sake, don't let her worry about you.

    Your bald daddy. "

    When Gwen finished reading the letter word by word, George asked her what she thought. Gwen touched George's hand: "Father's love is like a mountain."

    "Who are you talking about?" George raised his eyebrows and widened his eyes, "Crouch?"

    "Of course not," Gwen shook his hand away. "It's Mr. Weasley and you. Look at this letter, 'I hope you don't get into trouble' at least three times."

    George shrugged exaggeratedly, "You should really read Mrs Weasley's letter, remove 'Don't get in trouble', and there may be only 'Dear Fred and George' left in the letter word."

    "Maybe take care of your younger siblings?"

    "We haven't been expected to take care of Ginny since she was in second grade."

    "Okay." Gwen picked up the letter again, "Now we know old Mr. Crouch is not a bad guy, and he shouldn't have any ill will towards Harry."

    "But his son is a Death Eater." George underlined the sentence with a red ink quill.

    "His bones are buried on Azkaban's island." Gwen said indifferently.

    "Then you think the person Wink can't tell is old Crouch?" George felt vaguely wrong, "First of all, when Snape was first stolen the potion, old Crouch should have Works normally at the Ministry. Second, he doesn't need to infiltrate Hogwarts to steal potions professor materials. Finally, he's missing now."

    Although Gwen also thought that Mr. Crouch had no reason to do so, "but now the clues are pointing to him." Gwen turned the letter to the back and wrote his analysis to George one by one.

    "First, my gut tells me that Professor Moody is dangerous."

    George pursed his lips and seemed to think that this prerequisite was very outrageous, but he held back his words.

    "Second, Dobby saw Moody come out of Professor Snape's private storage room late at night, and in Professor Snape's absence."

    "Thirdly, Wink also saw a wizard who stole potion, but he couldn't tell me the name of the prisoner and the situation at the scene because of his loyalty to the master."

    George took the letter, looked at it for a moment, and wrote a few lines in red ink: "Then there are a few questions. Are Dobby and Winky seeing the same prisoner? If so, Is Professor Moody real or fake?"

    Gwen retorted subconsciously: "At Hogwarts? Pretending to be a professor?"

    George disagreed: "Potion, or Transfiguration—the basics of the Auror. And Mad-Eye is a weird guy..."

    "Then can the elf recognize its owner by the appearance of others?"

    Weasley and Ollivander, as wizarding families who have never had a house elf, dare not comment on this. George racked his brains for a long time: "If it takes care of and serves a wizard every day, it may be able to find out. For example, I will pretend to be Malfoy now..."

    "Don't worry, George, I'll recognize you in a second—you're much better than him." Gwen said immediately, raising her hand. "Or elves have special magic, don't they sign contracts with wizards?"

    Then Gwen thought about it carefully, and wrote some additional information along the way.

    "Fourth, Mad-Eye Moody reported being attacked on school day."

    "Fifth, Miss Ollivander thinks his wand doesn't work well with him."

    George looked at the last laugh, "You accuse our Defence Against the Dark Arts professor of using a bad wand!"

    Gwen was quite sure: "It's my instinct as Ollivander's heir, it's etched in my blood. I even think it's more than the first point - my intuition - To be trustworthy."

    "Okay, okay." George flicked the parchment with his fingers, "then the story goes something like this—Voldemort's heartfelt man, Death Eater Barty Crouch, in magic Undercover for many years, even at the expense of his own son, just to wait for this day, he killed Harry Potter in the Triwizard Tournament. His method was to attack Professor Mu, who was about to work at Hogwarts, in advance. Dee, take his wand, and take his place at the school. First fool the Goblet of Fire, then steal Snape's potion several times, ready to poison Harry. The only flaw he has is that he's once a house boy The elf was in the castle and happened to see the whole process of stealing the medicine."

    George put down the parchment and sighed, "Gwen, I think Crouch has every opportunity to play directly. There's no point in pretending to be Moody."

    Gwen also frowned tightly, "The second half of the story is pretty decent. But why is it so awkward to connect the front and back?" After that, she folded the letter and carefully put it away in the long run , not intended for anyone to see. "Anyway, George, thank you for discussing this with me seriously, without thinking I'm a madman."

    George rubbed Gwen's shoulder reassuringly, "Of course, my dear. No idea is unrealistic in my opinion. And experience from previous years has taught me that you usually Right."

    "So what's Fred doing lately?" Gwen was going to spend the last bit of time before curfew enjoying the two of them.

    "He's busy dating Angelina." George poured Gwen a cup of tea. "Maybe I'm irritating him."

    After a week or so, Gwen and George thought that with their two smart little brains, they could no longer dig any valid clues, and they decided it was time to pack it up and leave it to Professor Snape to solve it by himself .

    "We should have done this." On Thursday night, George said to Gwen, who had just come out of the library, "This matter would have nothing to do with us, if it wasn't for worrying about Harry, You shouldn't waste so much time."

    "Merlin, knock on my head, is George Weasley worrying about my O.W.L.s exam?" Gwen was amused.

    "Ma'am, if you end up missing any certificate, I'll take it as my responsibility - now I'd say it's Snape's responsibility, and he should be more optimistic about his potion materials." George said, "And he ruined our date, now, beautiful lady. Come with me