Hogwarts: I am the White Demon King

"Cornelius, don't be so impatient," Dumbledore said in a deep voice. "I have another witness who can prove Barty Crouch Jr.'s existence."

"Don't forget, the Crouch family has a house-elf. We can ask it for verification."

"Sebastian, Flash is now working at Swan Alchemy. Could you please summon it?"

A house-elf?!

Damn, how could I forget about that?

Fudge's smile froze on his face, then turned liver-colored at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Honestly, Sebastian really didn't want to bother Flash with this kind of thing again.

That poor little thing had gradually relaxed its guard under Hermione's guidance, and with the persuasion of Mary and other Hogwarts elves, it had slowly integrated into collective life.

During the holidays, Sebastian had specially taken it back to Swan Alchemy and told it to work with peace of mind.

This commotion would definitely plunge the little guy into another breakdown.

Sebastian sighed softly, came to the front of the audience, and gently waved his wand: "Flash!"

With a whoosh, Flash's small figure appeared in the conference room.

It looked around blankly, then timidly retreated behind Sebastian, clutching his robe corner tightly, its voice almost inaudible: "Mr. Swan, you... you called for me?"

"Flash, everyone needs to find out the cause of Mr. Crouch's death. You need to cooperate with the investigation."

"Master is dead?" Flash screamed, its voice sharp and piercing, snot and tears instantly bursting forth. "Why did this happen? It must be because I didn't take good care of him! It's my fault!"

Its emotions quickly spiraled out of control, and it began to roll and beat on the floor, its actions filled with self-blame and despair. Sebastian sighed helplessly, took out his wand, and whispered: "Forgetfulness!"

The power of the spell gradually calmed Flash's emotions. Its sobs weakened, and its eyes were filled with confusion as it looked at Sebastian.

"Flash," Sebastian said slowly, "tell everyone how Mr. Crouch brought Barty Jr. out of Azkaban. Be sure to explain it clearly, because this concerns the cause of Mr. Crouch's death."

Concerns the master's cause of death?

A trace of determination flashed in the little elf's eyes, as if it had found some meaning. It straightened its body slightly and began to tell the assembled wizards about Barty Jr.'s escape.

As it spoke, everyone gradually pieced together the facts. The matter was simple: a mother suffering from a serious illness and worried about her son, with the help of Polyjuice Potion, used her life to exchange Barty Jr. out of Azkaban.

"Merlin's beard! Barty Crouch Jr. is really alive!"

"So, old Crouch was really killed by him?"

"It's simply outrageous. How could he do it?"

Hearing these discussions, Flash's face turned pale instantly. It knelt on the ground blankly and burst into tears again: "Master Barty, how could you do such a thing?!"

Looking at the crying little elf, Fudge's face showed an impatient expression, and he interrupted rudely: "If Barty Jr. is really still alive, then why hasn't there been any movement for more than ten years? Where did Crouch hide him? And why would he obey so obediently?"

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, as if he had thought of some important information, and shouted loudly before the little elf could speak.

"I understand! Crouch used the Imperius Curse to control Barty Jr., and then locked him up at home for more than ten years."

That's definitely right!

Fudge thought of a key point, which was that the Aurors had found a large number of traces of the Imperius Curse on Crouch's wand.

Originally, he thought that this was the spell Barty Jr. used to control Crouch, but now it seems that it was not the case at all.

Fudge loudly explained the Aurors' findings and the basis of his speculation to everyone, then he looked at Flash and shouted sharply.

"Flash, is my speculation correct? In the name of the Minister of Magic, I order you to answer my question."

The little elf was frightened by Fudge's tone. It sobbed and said, "Flash doesn't know if it was the Imperius Curse. Flash only knows that Master used a terrible curse, and then Master Barty stopped making trouble."

After speaking, it covered its face and cried loudly: "Why is this happening? Why did Master Barty kill Master? Bad Master Barty..."

"That's it." Sebastian cast the spell on Flash again, then waved his hand to let it leave.

"The facts are very clear," a confident smile appeared on Fudge's face. He easily spread his hands and looked around at everyone. "I admit that the person Karkaroff saw was indeed Barty Crouch Jr."

"But everyone should not ignore a key point," after finding a breakthrough, Fudge's words became more and more fluent, "Crouch used the Imperius Curse to control Barty Jr. for more than ten years in order to cover up his crime of helping his son escape from prison."

"To be honest, I don't sympathize with that Death Eater at all. He deserved it. But everyone, think about Barty Jr.'s mental state."

"His mother died in Azkaban for him, and his father has been controlling him with the Imperius Curse for more than ten years, without seeing the light of day or communicating with people. Barty Jr. has long been crazy."

"That's right, his mind has already collapsed, and he can't distinguish between reality and fantasy at all, so after breaking free from the control of the Imperius Curse, he insisted that the Dark Lord still exists and is still arranging tasks for him, so he impersonated Crouch and sneaked into Hogwarts to kidnap Harry Potter."

Looking at Fudge who was talking eloquently, Sebastian couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in his heart.

Awesome!

As expected of someone who plays politics, his mind turns quickly. With his explanation, Barty Jr.'s behavior became more reasonable than ever. At least most of the people present agreed with his point of view, showing a look of唏嘘 on their faces.

Old Dumbledore was completely doing thankless work. Before the Dark Lord really showed up, Fudge, a politician, could find ten thousand reasons to excuse him.

"Cornelius," Dumbledore said calmly, "your speculation is very reasonable, but don't forget that Harry Potter and Sebastian Swan have both seen the Dark Lord. They are the first eyewitnesses."

Before Fudge could speak, a sickeningly sweet voice rang out in the room.

"Dumbledore," Umbridge slowly stood up, with a professional fake smile on her face, "Actually, it's easy to explain."

"Harry Potter has identified some Death Eaters, but after our investigation, they are all innocent. For example, Lucius Malfoy was dealing with the warehouse fire that night, and the others were all at their respective homes."

"The poor Savior has had some hallucinations after being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse."

"As for Sebastian Swan," she paused, first glanced at Fudge, and then scanned everyone, "Please don't forget his other identity - a businessman."

"After the news of the Dark Lord spread, the magical world fell into panic, and his Swan Alchemy will be the biggest beneficiary."