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Chapter 655: Wounded Vampire
🕑 Added 2019-11-27 16:49:41 +0000 UTCThe map showed Barty Crouch, and Ron thought it was Mr. Crouch Sr.
But Evan knew that, no doubt, it should be Bartemius Crouch, Jr., the craziest Death Eater.
The school's Floo Network was not yet under control. With the cooperation of a teacher, Barty Crouch Jr. could go in and out of Hogwarts at will. It was easy and impossible to prevent. It was really easier than imagined.
He didn't have to risk sneaking into the castle, hanging out in front of Dumbledore and risking being discovered.
As long as there was Caresius’s help, he could easily control everything.
But Caresius told Evan not long ago that he had no contact with Barty Crouch Jr. The vampire repeatedly said that he had no idea what Barty Jr. was planning and did not know anything about it, as though he had come to Hogwarts for a leisurely holiday.
Now it seemed that was not the case at all. He might have been in constant contact with Barty Crouch Jr.
If Ron hadn't suddenly seen the name on the Marauder's Map, Evan would still have been kept in the dark.
The more he thought about it, the more he had a creepy feeling. He didn't even listen to the comments of Harry, Ron and Hermione.
Evil and deceit were the nature of vampires, and their existence was taboo in itself.
Evan remembered the magic that the vampires could take advantage of the chaos and laxity of the game to sneak into Hogwarts and launch an attack to capture Harry, as happened at the Quidditch World Cup, after which they retreated unscathed into the Forbidden Forest to escape.
As for making Ron a champion, it was just a complete cover up to let everyone focus on him.
The only problem with the plan was that Dumbledore was here, but they had Barty Crouch Sr. under control.
Given Crouch's position in the Ministry of Magic, it was very simple to find some excuse to remove Dumbledore from the school.
This was really crazy, but it was very possible.
Whether it was Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr. or the vampires, they were all a bunch of lunatics.
Evan thought about it for a while, lost in various fancies and conjectures, before he forced himself to calm down.
He knew it was possible, but there was the problem with the contractual magic he and Caresius had concluded.
From a magical point of view, Caresius couldn’t deceive him before breaking the contract. Moreover, he seemed to have no reason to do so. Vampires, though evil, were not fools.
If they did it, they were going to tie everything up to Voldemort and would never get away.
Evan remembered the nightmare in Caresius's memory that he had accidentally seen in class. His family had a life-and-death problem, guarding more important secrets, and had no reason to fall back to Voldemort completely.
In the end, Evan decided to have a talk with Caresius tomorrow and then make a decision.
At this time, the four of them had returned to the Common Room, which was empty, and only the fire was still burning quietly.
"Ron, if what you said is true, then the figure that Evan and I saw from behind was that vampire," said Hermione. "How did he get into the castle? And why did he sneak into Snape's office in the middle of the night?"
"Who knows, maybe they've got some kind of relation," said Ron.
"And Crouch, why would he pretend to be ill?" Hermione ignored Ron and said simply, "it's a bit odd that he can't come to the Yule Ball, but can sneak here in the middle of the night and appear in Professor Moody's office.”
"It's really suspicious!" said Harry, with a headache and an eye on Evan. "Evan, what do you think is going on?"
"Anything is possible. You'd better be careful these days!" said Evan absently.
Looking at the expressions of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, they were obviously not satisfied with Evan’s answer.
"Well, maybe Ron was wrong," said Hermione. "Barty Crouch in the fireplace … he may have used the Floo powder to leave, but the vampire named Caresius … why did his name vanish in a flash?”
"Don't look at me like this … I don't know."
"Do you think we should tell Professor Moody about this?" Harry asked.
"No, how can we explain the Marauder's Map?" Ron said quickly, "come on, Harry, Hermione is right. Maybe I was wrong. You know ... because of the second task, I've been under a lot of pressure recently."
"Speaking of the Triwizard Tournament, you should tell us what clues you got from the golden egg?" said Hermione.
"Tomorrow, Hermione!" Ron waved his hand weakly. "I just want to have a good sleep now."
The next morning, Evan got up early from the bed and went to Professor Moody's office.
The corridor in the morning was very quiet. There was no one there, and even the murals on the walls were still asleep.
Evan came to the extra quiet second floor and knocked at the door gently.
"Come in!" Caresius’s voice was heard, followed by the sound of the door lock being opened.
Evan pushed the door and went in. He saw Caresius slowly putting down his wand. He was waiting for him.
He was sitting on the chair facing the door. It looked as though he hadn't slept all night.
Entering this familiar office, Evan felt cold at first. It was much colder than in the castle.
His eyes immediately fell on the open window, and the cold wind was pouring in, making a loud sound.
Couldn’t this guy, Caresius, feel the temperature, or did he want to freeze to death?!
Evan just stepped forward, ready to close the window and suddenly stopped.
Although the smell was very light, he still smelled a faint scent of blood in the air.
He frowned, took a few steps forward and saw a large cup on the office table in front of Caresius.
There was only some blood left in the bottom of the cup. Evan sniffed it hard. It should be dragon blood.
The guy seemed to be badly hurt and needed an immediate replenishment of blood to recover.
Caresius looked pale and feeble. "Sorry to let you see me in this state," he said.
"Snape's magic?!" Evan asked softly.
"I was really Caresius at that time. The magic design was very clever and powerful. It was hidden behind the door of the storage room. Almost at the moment I opened the door, all the protection on me was broken away. Then the magic attack came again."
It could be imagined how powerful the magic that could make the name of Caresius instantly visible.
From Snape's tone, he was also very confident in the magic of his own arrangement, and his tone was very proud.
