Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

Not in this house?

Harry narrowed his eyes and stared at him without saying a word.

"He's really not here." The werewolf exclaimed in panic.

The other werewolves followed suit and testified.

With a wave of Harry's wand, the Levitation Charm picked him up, and dragged him out of the room amidst the exclamations of the others.

In the next room.

Unlike the quiet and dull place on the other side, this place is bustling with activity. There are only a dozen or so Aurors, but there are more than a hundred werewolves. It would be a waste of time to interrogate them one by one.

Harry walked in.

"Have you finished the work?" Scrimgeour was a little surprised.

Harry didn't speak, looked down at the werewolf floating beside him, and asked, "Are there any here?"

The werewolves looked over one by one, their eyes stopped on one of them, and they nodded quickly: "Yes!"

He raised his hand with difficulty and pointed to a person: "That's him."

A werewolf who had not had time to be interrogated by the Auror shuddered and buried his head even deeper.

Harry put down the werewolf beside him, and with a flick of his wrist, the werewolf flew towards him.

"Is there any information about him?" Harry looked at Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour waved his wand, and a thick stack of documents rattled in his hand, and one of them flew out and floated towards Harry.

Harry grabbed it.

It is a simple resume.

This is a werewolf registered with the Ministry of Magic, Leon Morris, born in 52, is over forty this year, but looks older than Slughorn, McGonagall, and Professor Sprout .

"Maurice." Harry placed him in front of him and tied him with ropes. "What did Crouch tell you?"

Maurice shuddered, and buried his head in the grass.

Harry waved his wand.

An invisible force broke Morris's head, forcing him to raise his head, and meet Harry's gaze.

Legilimency.

He whispered the incantation, peering into Maurice's mind.

Scrimgeour glanced aside, pretending not to see it. The Ministry of Magic has always been extremely strict with this kind of curse that invades other people's souls, thoughts, and memories. Unauthorized prying memories, or unapproved use of veritaserum to induce testimony are all invalid, and The user has to be condemned.

But this is Harry.

Not Dumbledore.

It's better when you can't see it.

in memory.

Harry saw Barty Crouch Jr. again, his tireder, paler face.

In a dark environment.

Werewolves have human bodies, but like real beasts, they huddle in a place called a house, but more like a lair.

Morris went up to greet Crouch and flatteringly greeted Crouch: "Mr. Crouch, are you back so soon?"

Crouch nodded, and took out a potion from his pocket: "This is the potion researched by my father, which can expel wolf disease."

Morris happily took it and was about to unscrew the cork.

The other werewolves pricked up their ears and looked over, their eyes full of longing.

Crouch pressed his hand: "Now is not the time to open it."

Morris looked up blankly.

Crouch continued: "This potion must be used during the full moon."

"When the moon is full, before you transform, ignite the potion, and the burning flame will, together with the purifying power of the moonlight, completely burn away the wolf disease on your body."

Morris nodded heavily: "I see, Mr. Crouch."

"How did you go about summoning the werewolves?" Crouch asked.

Morris lowered his head, with a troubled expression: "Sorry, Mr. Crouch, even the great Dark Lord can't summon many."

He gripped the potion tightly in his hand, trembling, ready for the Cruciatus punishment.

Crouch's tone was gentle, and he shook his head slightly: "It's okay, I can understand this situation."

Morris looked up, looking at him in surprise.

This is Crouch?

That Crouch who would say the Cruciatus Curse to them if they didn't agree with each other?

"Assemble werewolves as much as possible." Crouch didn't seem to notice Morris' eyes, and his tone was still gentle. "No matter what method is used, the time is the full moon. When will this month be? Or next month."

"The twenty-fifth of this month," Morris replied.

Crouch nodded: "Then on the twenty-fifth, call them over."

"This bottle of potion is enough for thousands of werewolves to relieve their wolf symptoms."

Morris was surprised: "Can even those werewolves who are not prepared to take refuge in their masters be exorcised from the curse?"

"Of course." Crouch nodded, "This is the sincerity my father gave you."

"Father needs a group of loyal and reliable friends now."

Morris nodded excitedly, his voice was solemn and solemn: "The master's greatness and kindness will definitely be understood by others."

Crouch looked up, his gaze seemed to penetrate Morris's head, as well as the others in the room. Groping and wandering, as if looking for something.

Harry knew he was looking for himself.

Crouch's eyes finally returned to Morris: "I hope you like this gift."

Morris was surprised and excited, cheering like a child: "Of course, I like it very much, Mr. Crouch, I like it very much."

Harry watched him calmly, staring at Crouch as he walked out of the room, before waving his wand, with a slight flick, and continuing to read Maurice's memory.

From that day on, Crouch disappeared from his life.

It's just that a werewolf would mention it occasionally, but when he thought of his Cruciatus Curse, he immediately brought it up hastily.

"You guys are so naive." Harry withdrew from his memory and looked at Maurice.

Morris looked sad and did not speak.

He was not as naive as other werewolves, thinking that it was Harry who came to sabotage their treatment, but he immediately realized that it was Crouch's conspiracy, and those strange things that he didn't realize in the past conversations Everywhere, one by one emerges in front of my eyes.

yes

How could such a cruel and ruthless man become so gentle.

How could Death Eaters, who are only interested in profit, be so selfless and give away what they can blackmail them.

"Is there a way to reach Crouch?" Harry asked him, tilting his head and looking at his left arm, which was empty and empty.

Morris shook his head: "No, we have always been waiting for Mr. Crouch, waiting for Crouch to contact us."

He looked sad, and he couldn't hear Xingdian's breath of life in his tone: "We are just werewolves, lowly werewolves."

Righteous wizards do not accept them.

Even with evil wizards, they are dogs in captivity.

Harry nodded and waved at Scrimgeour: "Do whatever you want, I have to go back to school."

He has no mercy for these people.

Adults should be responsible for all their actions, they know what they are doing.

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