Harry looked at the man he had left aside. The water of life and death still made him unconscious.

Maybe, I can get some information out of him...

What exactly does Senior Tom want to do by making such a fuss?

However, Harry was not in a hurry to give him the antidote. He turned to look at Rita and said, "Ms. Skeeter, now tell me what you found."

Rita quickly put down the cup in her hand and sighed heavily: "Mr. Potter, the two things you asked me to check."

"First, about that gentleman..."

Harry interrupted her: "Senior Tom?"

Rita shuddered. "Yes, it was him. I went to look for information about that gentleman first, but I found nothing. Apart from those from the Ministry of Magic, he left almost no trace."

"I have been searching for over a month and have found nothing, especially the magical props of the legendary wizards that you ordered. I am even more confused about them."

Harry nodded.

Rita continued: "I had no choice but to come to the Crouchs' house to find clues to the second thing you ordered."

"I actually discovered something. There are traces of other people living in this room, but I'm not sure who it was—"

She pointed to the dead body of Corban Yaxley lying on the ground.

"It's Barty Crouch Jr.'s."

"And somehow he is very perceptive and can spot an Animagus, just like you, Mr. Potter."

"Before I had a chance to investigate, he caught me, locked me up, and put me in that disgusting water tank. Oh my god, I must go to St. Mungo's to see it. I feel rotten."

Sirius turned his head away in disgust.

Lupin covered his nose, thinking that this was the hand that had just held Rita's, and he wanted to chop it off immediately.

Although wizards are not afraid of these things, they will feel uncomfortable if they are infected, and it will be bad for their reputation if the news gets out.

Rita, with a look of relief on her face, had survived a disaster, but gradually a trace of relief emerged - before, she had even thought about turning into an Animagus and spying on Dumbledore's life.

Fortunately, it was just a thought at the time and had not been put into action.

What would happen if Dumbledore caught him?

"Some people come occasionally, some of whom I even know." Rita said, her voice becoming panicked, "They are officials who still work in the Ministry of Magic!"

"Mr. Potter, we agreed that you would protect me."

She was uneasy.

From the very beginning, she was not prepared to stand against the Death Eaters. She joined the team without knowing why, and was caught without knowing why.

She couldn't afford to offend Potter and Dumbledore.

But can she afford to offend those officials in the Ministry of Magic?

She is the most glorious and famous reporter of the Daily Prophet, but in front of those who possess powerful magic or power, she is just a tiny ladybug.

"Of course." Harry nodded. "You will come back to Hogwarts with me later, and you can do an exclusive interview with me and Professor Dumbledore."

Rita breathed a sigh of relief.

What is in the interview is not important; what is important is that there is such an "interview".

She had just escaped, and the next day she was able to publish an exclusive interview in the Daily Prophet. Even if it was meaningless repetitive talk, it could prove to that group of people that she had a backer.

Mr. Potter is protecting me!

Don’t you dare touch me!

"Let's do it now..." Rita stood up.

Harry waved his hand and interrupted her: "Don't worry, the Death Eaters don't dare to come here."

"Would you please go take a shower first? You stink."

“The guest bathroom is on the first floor.”

Rita was stunned. She raised her hand to smell her sleeve. The smell rushed into her nose, making her retch. Her stomach felt empty, so she couldn't vomit.

"I don't have any potions for women." Harry took out a bottle of water of life and a piece of distilled water from the Sorting Hat, waved his wand, and they flew over. "You can use these two things to disinfect."

"You can buy it yourself later."

Rita held out her hand, took it blankly, gritted her teeth and trotted to the bathroom.

"I'll go wash up too." Sirius stood up and was about to slip away.

"Godfather," Harry called to him.

Sirius stiffened.

"Will you please stay home until my third project, and then come to Hogwarts to watch me compete?" Harry began, making a request.

Sirius turned his head, his eyes rolled, his brain working, trying to find a reason.

"We can go to the bar for a drink." Harry relaxed a little, "Of course, we can also invite people home for a party."

Sirius took a deep breath and was about to speak.

"Even if you don't consider your own safety." Harry emphasized, spitting out a few words to block his throat, "They will use you to threaten me to hand over something."

"The Sword of Gryffindor?"

"The Sorting Hat?"

"Perhaps it's the Invisibility Cloak? That's one of the three Hallows. Although Voldemort never pursued these things, maybe he has changed his nature now."

"Godfather, ok?"

Sirius sighed and sat back down. "It's hard for me to stay at home peacefully."

Harry was not soft-hearted at all: "If you learn to use your brain a little more like Uncle Remus."

Sirius's face turned even uglier.

It would be even more difficult for him to learn to use his brain like Remus.

"Then can I go to Diagon Alley with Remus?" Sirius made the next best choice and asked.

Harry said nothing.

Sirius held up his hands, "I promise I won't run around. At most I'll go drink in the Leaky Cauldron."

"Can't go alone," Harry sighed.

Sirius pinched his waist and said confidently: "Harry, I'm not a teenager."

"There's no difference in the degree of worry." Lupin also sighed, "Taking care of Harry is easier than taking care of you."

Sirius immediately retorted: "Ha, if it's Harry, then he's taking care of both of us. There's no difference between you and me, Remus!"

Lupin blushed and coughed twice: "I am better than you. When it was just the two of us, I was the one who took care of you."

"Worse than Harry," Sirius choked him.

"You can't leave the Weasley Joke Workshop alone." Harry coughed twice, interrupting their "brotherly friendship". "You must be accompanied by someone."

Sirius grumbled, "I won't get lost."

Lupin and Harry said in unison: "We just found you when you were lost!"

Sirius held his head in pain and didn't want to say a word.

"You better be careful." Harry continued to remind, "They might attack you again."

Sirius agreed reluctantly.

In order not to hold my godson back, I have to endure this period of time.

Lupin dragged him upstairs to the bathroom and cleaned himself up.

By the way, I had dinner at home.

After sending a letter to Dumbledore, they returned directly to Hogwarts from the fireplace without having to go through Hogsmeade again.

In the principal's office.

The motorcycle had just flown back from outside, sharing with Godric the excitement of provoking a group of bird-snakes and hippogriffs in the Forbidden Forest, and being chased by them all the way until they escaped from the Forbidden Forest.

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses, looked at the two people coming out of the fireplace, and greeted them with a smile: "Harry, you should have let me go with you."

"I can't afford to pay you to be my babysitter," Harry answered him.

Dumbledore tilted his head and noticed another person—not Rita, but the one Harry was holding in his hand: "Who is this?"

"Corban Yaxley." Harry dropped him.

"I've met him a few times." Dumbledore sighed, "He has always had a good reputation in the Ministry of Magic. Of course, it was the same among the Death Eaters back then."

"Luckily I didn't ask Severus to come over."

Harry took out the antidote for the water of life and death and fed it to him: "It's the same if he comes. Do you still want to hand him over to the Ministry of Magic?"

"The Ministry of Magic also needs to know that the Death Eaters are plotting something." Dumbledore emphasized.

Harry shook his head. "There's more than one Death Eater in the Ministry of Magic."

Rita looked around the office blankly.

Shivering, he huddled aside, weak and pitiful, took out parchment and a pen, and wrote a letter - not to a newspaper or a draft, but to St. Mungo's Hospital.

She urgently needed some magic potion to cure her illness. Soaking in a water tank for several months was too torturous.

Yaxley woke up slowly.

He looked up blankly.

Harry didn't waste any words and raised his hand to cast a seal.

Axie!

Then she looked into his eyes, magic surging in them.

Telepathy!

Invade his brain, find his memory, and read...

Yaxley suddenly opened his mouth and let out a piercing scream.

His eyes popped open.

Legilimency was interrupted and then interrupted.

The severe pain woke Yaxley up. His eyes were bleeding, but he had a bright smile on his face: "It's useless, Mr. Potter. Legilimency is a good spell, but it doesn't work on me."

"What a cruel spell! Did Senior Tom cast it on you?" Harry rummaged in the Sorting Hat and pulled out a bottle of potion.

"No, I am the master's confidant." Yaxley shook his head, his tone proud, "I have many secrets in my head, I have to do my best for the master..."

Harry raised his hand again.

Another Axis seal.

Legilimency requires the eyes as a breakthrough point, but Axi doesn't need that.

He fell into a momentary trance.

Harry unscrewed the cork and poured the transparent, colorless and odorless potion into his mouth - it was Veritaserum, a potion that could make people tell the truth.

"What's your name?" Harry asked casually as he pulled out the bottle.

He said honestly, in a vague voice: "Corban Yaxley."

"Age?" Harry asked again.

He continued: "Sixty-nine."

"Who was the person who brought you together at the Quidditch World Cup?" Harry tossed the bottle back into the Sorting Hat.

He said without hesitation: "It's Barty Crouch."

Harry frowned, and Dumbledore looked surprised: "Isn't he dead?"

"He didn't," Yaxley answered. "We thought he was dead, too, but he explained to us that his mother had taken Polyjuice Potion to replace him."

"He had been imprisoned at home by his father for all these years, until last summer, when he finally found an opportunity to break free from old Batty's captivity and return to his master's arms."

"What chance?" Harry then inquired.

Yaxley said softly: "Bertha Jorkins discovered that Barty Crouch Jr. had escaped from Azkaban. Barty Sr. had to use the Oblivion Charm on Jorkins to modify her memory. At that time, Barty Jr. got the wand."

Bertha Jorkins. He had heard the name before.

Arthur mentioned her casually during a conversation between him and Ludo before the Quidditch World Cup.

"Why are you causing trouble at the Quidditch World Cup?" Harry frowned.

Yaxley said: "Little Batty wants to see how many people can continue to be loyal to their master."

"Why not contact Snape?" Harry continued.

Yaxley continued: "Little Barty thought he was unreliable. He did not show up at the Quidditch World Cup."

Harry took a deep breath and asked the question that had always concerned him the most: "So, what conspiracy did you plan in the Goblet of Fire?"

"Get the boy," Yaxley said without hesitation.

"Harry Potter?" Harry threw out his own name.

Yaxley nodded: "Yes."

"Why do you want him?" Harry demanded.

Yaxley shook his head. "I don't know. Only Little Barty knows about this. The master didn't tell anyone else except him."

have no idea?

Harry frowned even more tightly. "How are you going to get the boy?"

Yaxley shook his head again. "I don't know."

"What do you know about Hogwarts, or the Triwizard Tournament?" Harry inquired.

Yaxley replied, "I don't know. Hogwarts and the Triwizard Tournament are all handled by Barty the Younger himself."

He knows nothing about anything.

Harry sighed and slowed down: "Then do you know Voldemort's child?"

"I don't know," said Yaxley, without changing his answer.

"You haven't seen it?" Harry was a little surprised.

Yaxley nodded: "Yes."

"Have you seen Voldemort during this period?" Dumbledore asked a question.

Yaxley shook his head. "The master never meets with us. He is still weak and only meets with Barty Crouch. The master rarely speaks to us. Most of the time, his orders are conveyed through Barty the Younger."

"Where is Voldemort now?" Harry gripped his wand tightly and asked another extremely crucial question.

Yaxley said: "The master is..."

He had just uttered four words when a hot magical power surged from his left arm.

Harry raised his hand.

He put the Quen Sign on himself and waved his wand to cast the armor protection. The Transfiguration Spell twisted the surrounding tables to block them and form a thick barrier.

Dumbledore raised his wand and, in a serious tone, chanted the spell.

"Stop the curse immediately!"

The spell fell on Yaxley, but it did not stop the magic in him from stirring.

With a wheeze——

A fierce black fire burned from within his body, devouring his body, and in the blink of an eye, he became a pool of charred bones.

"It's a curse." Dumbledore frowned, and his magic protected everything in the room. "As long as he says those key words, the curse will explode."