Chapter 688 (1/2)
Time, time can not give van Lin the answer.
”Would you like some sandwiches?” Dumbledore said, ”I think we can sit together and have a potluck or something.”
”With pleasure, professor.” Van Lin nodded.
”I've been thinking about a problem, van Lin.” Dumbledore snapped his finger, and then some sandwiches appeared on the plate in front of them.
”What's the problem, professor.” Asked Fanlin.
Dumbledore's finger gently touched the meditation basin. ”I'm sorry, I have to repeat that, but we have to start here.”
Soon, the scene of the first act was restored in front of two people.
Kakarov's flustered face was immediately placed in front of them. ”He's back, and he's stronger than before. Kakarov knows better than anyone else...”
”And Professor Snape, there is a strong sense of connection between the magic of the black mark...”
”That's right.” Dumbledore said, ”he's back, this time the signal is more obvious than before.”
”We're ready, aren't we?”
”But that's not enough, Valentine.” ”Tom recovered much faster than I thought,” Dumbledore said
”What did you get from Mr. crouch?” Asked Fanlin.
”Some memories, confused and clueless memories.” Dumbledore said, ”the memory of the heart piercing mantra.”
”Did Voldemort do it?”
Dumbledore did not answer, but it is clear that Voldemort himself was involved in the writing.
”He's too anxious, he's not even fully recovered, he's a bit too swaggering. I thought he'd be a little more low-key this time
Dumbledore said, the memory in the meditation basin is constantly changing, and soon, Dumbledore pulled out a figure from it.
”Little Barty crouch!” Said Fanlin in a deep voice.
Dumbledore was not surprised.
Soon, another little Barty crouch rose from the meditation basin, and the new Patty crouch was younger than that of the trial.
”This is the little Barty crouch I remember.” Dumbledore said that he gently touched the shadow of little Barty crouch as if he wanted to poke a bubble with his hand.
”What is he doing?”
”Apply for a time converter, just like Miss Granger.” Said Dumbledore.
The younger Barty crouch had pride on his face.
”A gifted wizard, whether in terms of potions or magic charms, in my opinion, he does not lose too much to you or Tom. Most importantly, he is a modest and polite child.”
”Modesty?” Van Lin looked at Dumbledore strangely. ”Sorry, professor. I don't think so.”
”It doesn't matter. Everyone has different opinions, but it's worth admitting that a person who can develop new magic charms in his school days has great expectations for his son, which also makes him excellent enough. Soon after that, however, Barty Jr. joined the death eaters. In fact, most of them had joined the Death Eaters as students, right at Hogwarts. I had a chance to stop them, but at that time, I didn't care
”Professor, what do you want to say?”