412 Chapter 412: The script has already been arranged by Alvin

Dumbledore admired Crouch and was very satisfied with his practice of giving up his rights to keep Barty Jr.

Only those who understand family affection and are willing to sacrifice for it are his fellow travelers.

"Barty, Voldemort is not dead. He still has a chance to make a comeback."

"This is a time when you need to take on greater responsibilities, and there's no better person to be Minister of Magic than you."

"I think Rufus is more suitable than me." Crouch said calmly in the face of the ministerial throne, without showing any fluctuations.

"If it doesn't work, Amelia is also a good candidate."

Hearing the two he recommended, Dumbledore frowned slightly.

"You know Rufus, his character is too tough, and he has many opinions on me."

Speaking of which, he also sighed.

Scrimgeour had certainly been much more honest since the last time he was tortured by Alvin pretending to be him.

But the hostility has not decreased but increased.

His temper is too hot, and he has always believed that the Ministry of Magic should handle everything in the magical world and everything is done with passion.

He completely disregarded whether he had the ability to deal with such a complicated situation.

Suppose Rufus was to hold the post of Minister of Magic. In that case, he might be unable to maintain his current relationship with Grindelwald.

Crouch was noncommittal about Dumbledore's assessment. He has worked with Scrimgeour for many years and knows his temperament.

"What about Amelia? She is in the highest position among the three of us, and it is only logical that she should take over."

In the Ministry of Magic, although each department is independent of the other and performs its own duties, no department has the right to interfere with other departments.

Of course, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Auror is a bit special. In name, the Auror Office must obey the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's orders.

But as the largest armed force of the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors are absolutely impossible to be mastered by one department.

Generally, it is divided among three departments, the Minister of Magic, the Auror Office, and the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Therefore, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, which initially held the legislative power, became the largest real power department after acquiring a part of the armed forces.

Amelia Bones' power is second only to Fudge and far higher than an unknown Senior Undersecretary minister like Umbridge.

So, generally speaking, the Minister of Magic is taken over by the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

"Amelia she..." Saying this, Dumbledore hesitated and organized the language.

"She's still too rigid and only puts us on the passive side."

Voldemort and Alvin both were his enemies at this point.

Although Grindelwald has had a good relationship with him recently, until now, he has not figured out what conspiracy is involved.

Based on what he knew about Grindelwald, he definitely didn't leave Nurmengard to become a headmaster. There must be a deeper plan.

In the face of these three people, Bones' rigid temper will definitely affect decision-making and work efficiency.

"Amelia is definitely a very good enforcer, but she's too disciplined when it comes to making decisions."

"Like when you proposed that Aurors could use the Unforgivable Curse against the Death Eaters, isn't she a staunch opponent?"

Crouch showed a stunned expression, and what Dumbledore said, he really forgot.

During the height of the Death Eaters' rampant, he insisted that the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic could do whatever they could, even killing the Death Eaters on the spot.

And Bones is the one who is most opposed to him, and the reason is straightforward, the law of the Ministry of Magic does not have such a provision.

At the time, he was pissed off.

"Barty, only you can clean up the current mess. Don't worry, as long as you want. I will definitely support you on Wizengamot."

Dumbledore persuaded bitterly, and he had never thought that it would be so difficult for a person to be Minister of Magic.

This was not the case with Fudge back then. As soon as he heard that he intended to support him, Fudge immediately agreed with joy.

After pondering for a long time, Crouch nodded heavily, "I promise you, Dumbledore."

Seeing that he finally let go, Dumbledore was relieved a lot.

"There will be a meeting in Wizengamot the day after tomorrow. With my support and your own prestige, this matter is basically guaranteed."

"When the time comes, I would like to invite you to the Hogwarts school year wrap-up to cooperate with me in issuing some policies."

"No problem, just in time to announce the problem on Hogwarts."

Crouch responded vaguely.

Dumbledore nodded, looked at his watch, and left after chatting for a while.

He still has a lot of things to deal with today, and at the school, Snape is still waiting for him to report some work.

Watching Dumbledore leave, Crouch untied the shackles of his son.

"Old man, I really never thought that you would surrender to a kid."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Barty was sneering, and he also saw the truth of many things at home these days.

It turned out that Dumbledore did not defeat his master, nor was Harry Potter, the son of prophecy, but Alvin!

Thinking of this, he regretted it to death. When he was pretending to be Ludo Bagman, why didn't he find an opportunity to sneak up on Alvin?

Even a life-for-life is worth it!

"Crucio!"

Crouch's indifferent voice sounded, and Barty Jr., who was hit by the Cruciatus Curse, fell to the ground with a pale face and twitched, stiffening and not screaming.

"It doesn't matter if you know about some things, but there are some people you can't slander at will."

Looking at his incompetent son, a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But he promised the woman who had never asked anything of him once to save his son's life.

"You have also seen the horror of Gaunt. The Dark Lord, who you regard as a god, is played like a toy by him."

"Dumbledore's mind was also clearly guessed by him, and every word I said today, every word, was taught to me by him."

Crouching down, Crouch stared at his son with sharp eyes like falcons.

"You can survive now, thanks to me. I sold my life to him and didn't know what to do!"

Speaking of his hideous expression at the end, even Barty Jr. was frightened.

He stared blankly at his father, unable to say a word.