As time passes, the end of the school year gradually arrives.

But it wasn't the Ministry of Magic who murdered him.

The little lions were noisy, and Harry's absence today did not have any impact on them.

As he spoke, he paused.

Dumbledore said nothing.

For a time, the Ministry of Magic was in a state of panic.

Fudge had a terrible headache from this.

Dumbledore couldn't hold it back. He choked on these words and coughed repeatedly.

Rita helped the Auror Office fill in these details that were not released to the public.

Do powerful wizards have any strange habits?

"You told me last year that you couldn't abuse that thing." Harry said with a straight face and a serious tone, "Then you threw these words away yourself?"

But I can’t bear to part with it.

As he said that, he paused and looked at Hermione: "Hermione, what's going on with you today?"

Harry suddenly understood and nodded: "That's why Senior Tom doesn't dare to see anyone."

Rita's face turned green.

"Huh? What's wrong with me?" Hermione asked blankly.

A trace of panic flashed across Hermione's face: "There are no repeated classes today, so of course I haven't used them."

This doesn't look like fake news either. Rita wrote down the details of the night of Crouch's death - Dumbledore notified the Ministry of Magic, Scrimgeour went to find Crouch, but ended up in Hogwarts.

They met, and a battle broke out. During the battle, the curse killed Crouch and his house elves.

Such big news, let’s listen to it.

"So the child belongs to him and Barty Crouch Jr.?" Harry spoke after a moment of silence.

The little wizards were overwhelmed by the final exams, and the only thing that could support them was the upcoming Triwizard Tournament.

And right at the beginning of June.

On June 7th.

Harry finally got the thunderstorm he had been waiting for for half a year.
Chapter completed!