Cornelius Fudge said angrily, looking at old Frank a few times.

"So……"

"Cough, cough - sorry, I have a proposal."

At this moment, Mad-Eye Moody suddenly interrupted Fudge somewhat abruptly.

His blue magic eye was still staring at Old Frank, but his normal eye turned to Connelly, who was sitting not far away.

"We don't have much time to identify lies. If possible, I would like to apply for the direct use of Veritaserum - Mr. Frank obviously does not have the ability to deceive the drug. Compared with repeated questioning and confrontation, I think this may be a more efficient method.

, a credible way of asking.”

"Veritaserum?" Old Frank frowned and looked at Dumbledore next to him inquiringly.

"A magic potion that prevents you from lying for a period of time after taking it."

Dumbledore explained softly, patting the old man's shoulder, "Don't worry, no one can force you to drink any potion if you don't want to." Dumbledore shook his head at Moody as he spoke.

, "Alastor, this is not an interrogation, I think..."

"Are there any side effects?" Old Frank suddenly asked.

"No, but-"

"Well, so, as long as I drink that 'truth serum', they will 100% believe the content of my answer?"

"Theoretically, that's true, because you don't have magic power and can't interfere with the effect of Veritaserum."

"alright, I got it--"

Old Frank looked around at the wizards around him and raised his eyebrows.

"I can take your veritaserum, if you think this is worthy of belief..."

He almost understood the current situation. Those sitting at the other end of the room were obviously important figures in the magical government.

Although I don't know how wizards usually view ordinary people like him, they will definitely not be easier to convince than the police - he is tired of repeating stories over and over again and then being questioned.

"Uh, of course, of course...it's best this way."

Cornelius Fudge was stunned for two seconds, then nodded quickly.

If it's just Voldemort's true identity, his conspiracy, family background, or who he killed decades ago...

These contents have no special significance to the Ministry of Magic. At best, they are evidence of Voldemort's return and that tonight's attack was indeed launched by the Dark Lord and his men - but if there are other things involved, then

It’s different.

For example...

Cornelius Fudge watched Old Frank drink the Veritaserum, and first asked a few questions to verify his name and address.

Obviously, as a Muggle, old Frank had no power to resist the magic potion.

However, Cornelius Fudge was not curious about how many women the old guy had had.

"So, Mr. Frank..."

He swallowed nervously and asked softly.

"You just said that a few months ago, a man who called himself 'Tom Riddle' butler came to the town and bought the Riddle House in Little Hangleton Village for his 'master'. Do you still remember him?

His name, and what he looks like? And everything you heard last night..."

"certainly--"

Old Frank replied firmly.

"Barty Crouch, that's what the Sheriff said before."

"As for his specific appearance, and everything I heard last night..."

Following the old man's calm tone without much fluctuation, the expressions of all the wizards present suddenly changed.

…………

At the same time, the Crouch family mansion hundreds of miles away.

Thick fog silently enveloped the house, seeping in little by little along the door and through the cracks in the windows.

A few minutes later there was a clatter in the hall, as if something small had rolled off the table and onto the floor.

"The target is confirmed to be unconscious, the second group takes action."

Several men in black looked at each other, took out their wands and gently opened the locked door.

On the living room floor, a small body lay unconscious.

The man in black stepped lightly over the small body, raised his wand and patiently groped and searched in the surrounding air, and finally stopped in front of a sofa at the back of the living room. A layer of transparent invisibility cloak was gently lifted by them.

, under the invisibility cloak, is a man who has fallen into a coma.

If old Frank were here, he would be horrified to find that this man is exactly the same as the man he is describing.

"Tsk, how pitiful..."

The leading man in black carefully compared the man's appearance and waved his hand.

"take away."

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Chapter completed!