The God of All Realms Starts with Harry Potter

Reminiscing about what Karkaroff had said to him before, he immediately noticed something was wrong. At this moment, he was thinking about asking Crouch what happened.

"Why don't you hand him over to me?" Snape offered, "I believe that it is the teacher's responsibility to handle such matters."

"Good idea." Ye Ting shrugged indifferently. He was anxious that someone would take care of this matter for him, "Then he will leave it to you."

So, as if being thrown by someone, Old Barty Crouch was thrown onto Snape’s shoulders. Snape was almost crushed by Crouch’s weight and fell to the ground for a while. Supported him.

Then, Snape helped Crouch slowly towards the castle.

"Then, according to the original plan, let's go to the Forbidden Forest." Ye Ting happily turned around and looked at the two girls and suggested to them.

However, early the next morning, Snape was found fainting next to the Quidditch Stadium-of course, it was already a big maze.

Although I don't know what happened, the Gryffindors clapped their hands for the bad luck of the old bats, and they all wondered who did it.

"I think it's Oklahoma City," Harry Potter guessed in the discussion in the Gryffindor common room. "Yesterday Bagman introduced us to the last game at the Quidditch Stadium. At that time, Oklahoma City Ye Ren was also on the scene. After Bagman's introduction, I saw Ting Ye, Furong and Hermione walking towards the Forbidden Forest. Snape’s coma should happen soon. We all know that Ting Ye’s The magic level even surpasses many powerful adult wizards, except for other professors, he is most likely to do this."

"But what is his purpose?" Dean Thomas asked curiously, "He can never attack a professor for no reason."

"I guess it's because Snape wanted to spy on what's in the maze." Harry said maliciously. "Ting Ye is the referee and one of the designers and creators of the maze. If the old bat did that. , He has every reason to stun him there."

Soon Harry's remarks spread. Most of the little wizards felt that his analysis was justified, and the news that Snape was punishing the labyrinth by Ye Ting spread like wildfire.

However, Snape obviously did not have the mind and energy to manage these rumors. Now he is still trying to find the person who attacked him at Hogwarts, and retrieve the old Barty Crouch, and get some of what he wants from him. The information you want.

"I can guarantee that Crouch was by my side at the time." He complained to Dumbledore in the principal's office. The spell that knew where it came from sneaked on, I clearly remember that it was a coma spell."

"Then when you wake up, Mr. Crouch is not by your side?" Dumbledore asked seriously, looking at him.

"Yes! The **** attacker, if I catch him, I must give him a full bottle of Veritaserum." Snape said viciously. It has to do with Crouch, he doesn't want us to get any information from Crouch."

"What kind of dangerous information do you think?"

"Regarding... information about the Dark Lord, Crouch mentioned it on the road. If it weren't for his words that attracted my attention, I wouldn't..."

Chapter 0270 Scar and Voldemort

When Ye Ting was invited into the principal's room, an argument was being staged there.

"Dumbledore, I don't see the connection, I don't see it at all!" It was the voice of Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic. "Ludo said Bertha is probably lost. I also think it should be now. I found her, but no matter what, we didn’t find any signs of assault, Dumbledore, not at all. As for her disappearance and the disappearance of Barty Crouch, it’s pure play!"

"Minister, what do you think of Barty Crouch?" Moody said in a rough voice.

"I think there are two possibilities, Alastor," Fudge said. "Crouch is either completely mad-judging from his personal experience, it is very possible, and I think you all agree-he posted Crazy, confused, I don’t know where I went—"

"If that's the case, he's going too fast, Connelly." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Either--maybe..." Fudge's voice was a little embarrassed, "Maybe, I should wait until I see where he was found before making a judgment. But, you said he was found by Boothbarton's carriage? Dumbledore, do you know the details of that woman?"

"I think she is a very capable headmistress—and she dances very well," Dumbledore said calmly.

"Okay, Dumbledore!" Fudge said angrily. "Don't you think you favored her for Hagrid's sake? They are not all harmless-if you can say that Hagrid is not dangerous , Then his obsession with giant monsters—"

"I trust Mrs. Maxim as much as I trust Hagrid," Dumbledore replied still calmly, "I think you may be prejudiced, Connelly."

"Can we stop it?" Moody growled.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the field." Fudge said impatiently.

At this time, Ye Ting knocked on the door frame a little impatiently.

"Dumbledore, Mr. Ye is here. He is outside the door." Moody reminded.

Ye Ting walked into the room, and there were three of them in this room before him. Now, they are looking at him with different eyes.

Dumbledore's eyes were obviously gentle and kind. Cornelly Fudge's pupils shrank subconsciously when he saw him, and he was obviously afraid of him, but he concealed this emotion well.

Moody's eyes were alert, but it was not the alertness of the old Auror's professional habits, but rather a guilty conscience.

After all, the perpetrator of the incident they just discussed was the fake Moody.

"Mr. Ye!" Fudge walked over pretendingly happily and said, "How are you?"

"Very good." Ye Ting smiled coldly.

"We're talking about Mr. Crouch's appearance on the field that night," Fudge said. "You found him, didn't you?"

"Yes." Ye Ting said, "I took Fleur and Hermione at the time, and I was going to bring Mr. Crouch back to Hogwarts, but I met Professor Snape on the way. Professor Snape took the initiative to replace him. I did this, and then you know what happened."

"So you didn't see any suspicious characters?" Fudge asked.

"Suspicious character?" Ye Ting glared at him, "Do you mean Mrs. Maxim? Honestly, with her figure, it's not easy to hide so well, right?"

"Oh, oh," Fudge looked a little embarrassed, and when he was about to say something, the door was knocked again, and Harry Potter came in.

"Professor, I want to talk to you." Harry said hurriedly, looking at Dumbledore.

So Dumbledore sent away Moody and Fudge, and after about a minute, he returned to the principal's office.

"Now, you can talk about what happened." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"But..." Harry glanced at Ye Ting who was sitting aside, and he couldn't say anything.

"Don't worry, you can trust Mr. Ye."

"Really?" Harry glanced at Ye Ting suspiciously, hesitating for a long time before making up his mind.

"Professor—I'm taking a divination class, but I—I've been watching."

He hesitated, thinking he was going to be criticized, but Dumbledore said, "Understandable, go on."

"Well, I had a dream," Harry said. "Dreaming about Voldemort, he was torturing Wormtail... You know Wormtail—"

"I know," Dumbledore said immediately, "Go on."

"Voldemort received a letter from an owl. He seemed to be saying that Wormtail's mistake was corrected. He said that someone had died, and that he didn't plan to feed Wormtail to snakes-there was a snake next to his chair. He said again—he said he wanted to feed me the snake. Then he chanted a heartbreaking spell to Wormtail—my scar hurts, and it hurts so badly that it woke me up."

Dumbledore just looked at him.

"Well—that's it," Harry said.

"Oh," Dumbledore said calmly, "it is so, then, did your scars hurt this year? Except for the one that woke you up during the summer vacation?"

"No, I—how did you know it woke me up during the summer vacation?" Harry asked in surprise.

"You are not the only one who wrote to Sirius," Dumbledore said. "After he left Hogwarts last year, I also kept in touch with him."

"You—do you know why my scar hurts?" Harry looked at Dumbledore hopefully. He hoped that the old man could give him an exact answer. This question had troubled him for a long time.