"Mr. Dumbledore," Scrimgeour called to him.

Dumbledore turned his head and looked towards the fireplace.

Fox was frightened by the human head in the green flames and flew away with flapping wings.

"Ah, Rufus, what do you want from me?" Dumbledore walked in and asked.

Scrimgeour spoke quickly: "Mr. Dumbledore, terrible news. A group of goblins numbering at least a hundred have rebelled and have taken over Gringotts."

"And along with the rebellious goblins came the Death Eaters."

"The Dark Mark has appeared above Gringotts!"

Dumbledore frowned.

"Mr. Dumbledore, the wizarding world needs your help now." Scrimgeour took a deep breath, slowed down his speech, and said solemnly, "And Mr. Potter."

"Only you can solve this problem."

He didn't hesitate.

Although it was embarrassing for a Minister of Magic to do so, he was well aware that compared with the peace of the wizarding world, his face was nothing.

Could it be that if I wanted to save face, I could solve this big problem by myself?

Was he going to end up like Cornelius Fudge?

Dumbledore shook his head.

Scrimgeour was stunned.

What does shaking your head mean?

"Harry is not in Hogwarts now." Dumbledore said softly, "For some special reasons, I can't leave Hogwarts now."

Scrimgeour's eyes were dull.

His mind was in complete disarray. It was all over. This time, the two pillars he relied on were no longer reliable.

"Don't panic, Rufus," Dumbledore comforted him.

Scrimgeour shook his head. "I can't help but panic, Mr. Dumbledore. Neither you nor Mr. Potter can come to help. The Ministry of Magic alone cannot handle a large group of goblins, not to mention a powerful Death Eater."

Dumbledore whispered: "Perhaps, that Death Eater is not a powerful wizard."

Scrimgeour looked at him. "Crouch doesn't look like someone who can be easily dealt with."

"Crouch was captured by Harry a long time ago," said Dumbledore, "and is still imprisoned in Hogwarts."

Scrimgeour was stunned; he had never heard of this news before.

"The dark wizard in Gringotts is not Crouch." Dumbledore said softly, "The other powerful Death Eaters have long died in Malfoy Manor, you know that."

Scrimgeour nodded. "So it is goblins we are dealing with."

"Harry will be back soon, too," Dumbledore reminded him.

Scrimgeour regained his composure. "I understand, Mr. Dumbledore."

"Then I'll go to Gringotts first."

"However, I still hope that you and Mr. Potter can come to support us after you are done with your work."

He said goodbye to Dumbledore, and his head disappeared into the flames, the green turning back to orange again.

Dumbledore pushed up his glasses and stared into the flames.

The powerful Death Eater who appeared in Gringotts...

Without a doubt, it was Snape.

By making such a big fuss, are you trying to get yourself out of Hogwarts?

This is similar to the guess I made with Harry before.

What did Voldemort have in mind for Hogwarts?

He waved his hand, and the Marauder's Map hanging on the wall flew over and landed in his hand. He sat by the fireplace and stared at it carefully.

Hogsmeade.

Outside the Shrieking Shack.

Karkaroff Apparated, wearing a pointed wizard's hat that covered his Ravenclaw diadem.

Voldemort looked at the world through his eyes.

"A familiar smell." He said in a low voice and laughed.

Then he raised his wand and waved it gently.

Complex spells were cast one after another, falling on himself.

Crouch told him.

Potter and Dumbledore both possessed a map that displayed the names of everyone present in Hogwarts.

Crouch found it a little difficult to understand how they did it.

But considering Voldemort's insights and knowledge, it is not difficult to understand.

A book of admission, a pen of acceptance.

These two magic props have signed a contract with Hogwarts. This can be achieved by simply placing part of the contract onto the map.

Very clever method.

but……

Now that we know the principle, there must be a way to crack it.

Although the spells he cast on himself could not completely prevent the contract from taking effect, they were sufficient to conceal it.

After all, he came here to achieve his goal.

It's not for studying here.

When casting all the spells, Karkaroff had a strange grey texture.

He headed towards Hogwarts along the road that he had walked for four years and was extremely familiar with.

The population gradually thinned out, and at the end, a locked iron gate and two stone statues blocked the way forward.

The two stone statues poked their heads out, glanced at Karkaroff, and didn't react.

They are guarding here.

Prevent little wizards from leaving the school except on weekends, and prevent unauthorized outsiders from entering the school.

but……

The operating principle of their magic is not much different from that of the Marauder's Map, they both identify people through contracts.

And Voldemort hid himself and escaped from the contract.

In the eyes of the statue.

He's just an unusually large tumbleweed, or a normal animal with no magical powers, or anything else that's not threatening.

Voldemort took out his wand and pointed it at the iron door.

Ahola opened.

Basic spells learned in first grade.

Now he was back at Hogwarts, putting it back into use on Hogwarts.

The door was opened, but the statues remained unmoved.

Voldemort walked in, following the Black Lake, getting closer to Hogwarts Castle, but not too close.

He manipulated Karkaroff into taking off his hat and throwing it into the water.

With a wave of his magic wand, a golden platform as high as his chest appeared.

He placed his wand on the table.

He then took off the Ravenclaw diadem and placed it solemnly on the stage.

After taking off the crown, Karkaroff seemed to regain some consciousness and his eyes became panic-stricken.

But the body still cannot move.

"Your consciousness seems to be stronger than I thought." The voice came from the crown, with some surprise.

"Master, Master." Karkaroff said through gritted teeth.

"Karkaroff, my dear friend." Voldemort sighed, "I once thought you would be my best helper."

"But you were the first to betray me when I lost power."

Karkaroff's expression and voice sounded aggrieved: "No, Master, I didn't, I just..."

“Just what?” Voldemort interrupted with a sneer. “Lie dormant, and wait for my return?”

Karkaroff nodded.

"Is that so?" Voldemort said softly. "Then prove your loyalty to me, Karkaroff."

"Contribute your strength to my resurrection."

He said.

Karkaroff's face became even more panicked.

He felt the magic power in his body draining away and flowing rapidly towards the golden platform.