"Unclearly, my father was cast by my master's soul-taking curse. Now he is under house arrest and under control. My master forced him to work as usual, as if nothing had happened. I woke up, regained my true nature, and gained vitality that I had not lived in years."

"What do Voldemort and Helpoh want you to do?" Luke asked.

"He asked me if I was willing to take all risks for him. I was willing to serve him and prove my loyalty to him was my dream and my greatest wish. But all this was ruined by the Heerbo, who told me that he needed to install a trustee in Hogwarts. He wanted to monitor the situation in the school, especially Luke Cock. Other plans did not tell me."

"The professor was hit by my spiritual magic, and I don't think there is anything to ask. It's really Professor Moody, right in a big box in his office." Luke looked at Dumbledore.

"Voldemort is back, and the Ministry of Magic will be notified about this matter," Dumbledore looked at Luke again with a heavy expression, "Did you know he is fake?"

"That's right, I knew it on the first day of school. Instead of asking them to send a confidant, it's better to use the trick. And there is another reason. Voldemort is no longer the Voldemort he used to be. I just used my spiritual sense to check the entire UK, but I couldn't find any clues about Voldemort. Either he was not in the UK, or he had a way to avoid my investigation." Luke said slowly.

"Can Fudge come here? He needs to witness this matter?" Dumbledore nodded. He didn't care about Luke's failure to tell everyone in advance. He believed that Luke must have necessary reasons, otherwise he would not have hidden them.

After Dumbledore said that, Luke's figure disappeared and appeared again almost in the blink of an eye. He also appeared with him in a regular costume, the Minister of Magic Fudge.

Foggy's home is a bit far away, and his area is not that large, so he cannot control the space around Foggy for transfer.

Forge, who had just arrived, was obviously stunned for a moment. Luke took him out of his house without giving him any reaction time.

"Batty, what's wrong?" Fudge saw the old Crouch lying on the ground.

Old Crouch had taken Ningshen Pill and fell asleep after he became calm. So they just asked Little Crouch about it, but Old Crouch didn't know it yet.

Dumbledore told Fudge the information he had just heard again.

Fudge was shocked, as if someone had given him a heavy blow. He blinked dizzyly and stared at Dumbledore in a daze, as if he could not fully believe what he had heard. He stammered, still staring at Dumbledore.

"The mysterious man... is back? Nonsense. Stop kidding, Dumbledore..." Fudge said in disbelief.

"We heard Barty Crouch's confession from Jr. Under the influence of Luke's magic, he told us how he was secretly taken out of Azkaban, how Voldemort found him, let him enter Hogwarts, and monitor our every move. Tell you, this plan is also involved in Halepo. Jr. Crouch has helped Voldemort make a comeback."

"Listen to me, Dumbledore," said Fudge, a smile flashing on his face, "You, you can't really believe it. The mysterious man... is back? Don't joke, don't joke... Needless to say, Little Crouch might think he was following the instructions of the mysterious man, but how could he take such a lunatic seriously, Dumbledore..."

The facts were already in front of me. Dumbledore looked at Fudge who still didn't dare to face the facts and said, "Little Crouch is here. Do you want to ask yourself if you don't believe it, or do you want to believe that Luke's magic can make Crouch tell the truth?"

Fudge took a step back and forth from Dumbledore, but his expression was still so stubborn. He looked at Little Crouch who had used the compound decoction to become Moody, and then looked at Luke standing next to him.

"Voldemort is back," Dumbledore said again, "Foge, if you accept this fact immediately and take the necessary measures, we may also save the situation. The first and most important step is to get Azkaban out of the control of the dementor—"

"Play the piano randomly!" Fudge shouted again, "Revoke the dementor? As long as I make this suggestion, I will be kicked out of the office! Half of us know that there are dementors standing guard in Azkaban and we can sleep soundly at night!"

"Minister Fudge, Haierbo is also united with Voldemort. Have you forgotten about the Quidditch World Cup? If he sacrifices dementors on a large scale, how many demon monsters can be summoned. And as long as he summons in densely populated places, the world of wizards will be exposed in the next moment." Luke said in a deep voice.

Foggy's mouth opened and closed.

"However, things can be done secretly first. I think they will do things during the third event of the Triumph Championship. We can set a trap and wait for them to get in. Minister Fudge can arrange for people who can trust to enter Hogsmeade in secret and prepare to launch an attack on possible situations at any time." Luke continued.

Fudge thought about this method and it was OK. If things succeeded, it could highlight the role of the Ministry of Magic.

"I think it's OK. I will bring all the wizards that I can trust. As long as there is no monster like that last time, I won't be afraid even if the Death Eater comes." After that, Fudge looked at Dumbledore and said to himself, "Look at others."

Dumbledore didn't care about Fudge's expression and looked around everyone, "Everyone must keep things secret today, especially for you guys, be careful." Dumbledore looked at the warriors with emphasis.

"The third project is so dangerous, should it be cancelled?" Krum said stiffly.

Everyone shows your ignorant expression.

"Well, Mr. Krum, the Triumph itself is very dangerous. We have so much preparation this time. Besides, didn't Luke each give you something to save your life? If you need it, you can use them as the project goes on." Bagman reminded.

Seeing that everyone's expressions were not right, Krum didn't say anything else.

Luke lifted the space blockade and everyone was preparing to return to the castle to rescue the real Professor Moody.

"You will not succeed. My master will definitely kill you. You, you, and you, and your family will also be worse than death because of you." Little Crouch screamed.

Boom!

A flash of lightning fell from the sky, and everyone's eyes were temporarily lost by the sudden strong light. When the vision gradually recovered, everyone saw that the little Crouch, who had just cursed, had become a piece of coke.

Everyone looked at Luke.

"See what I do. He doesn't do good things by himself, he is punished and struck by lightning." Luke looked like he had nothing to do with me.

Believe you, everyone believes Luke's words, but no one cares much about Crouch. He has no value at this time. He has killed so many innocent people, so this should have ended long ago.

Bagman couldn't help but sigh when he saw the old Crouch who was still lying on the ground.
Chapter completed!