Crabbe's problem was troublesome, and also rather interesting.
In fact, once Scrimgeour had the Aurors restore the battlefield to its original state and lead everyone away, Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Anton had already arrived.
Ron and Goyle had also brought Draco, Hermione, and Crabbe here.
"Even without an investigation, I know this must be another one of Voldemort's schemes." Professor Snape's distinctive way of speaking, dragging out his words before suddenly speeding up, was dripping with sarcasm. "Some people may have gained powerful spellcasting abilities, but that doesn't mean they've become wise."
"Nothing but killing, coercion, and stirring up trouble..."
Once a former idol became an enemy, the rose-tinted glasses naturally fell away. When you looked at Voldemort again, it was easy to notice that he acted like a gang leader.
Snape nodded to Dumbledore, gesturing to Harry in his arms. "Harry secretly learned a spell I invented. The presumptuous child was lucky—I happened to have figured out how the Patronus Charm affected that spell."
Dumbledore smiled and said lightly, "Harry has always been lucky, hasn't he?"
"Ha." Snape gave a cold laugh and glanced at the people around them. "He can't count on luck every time he faces the Dark Lord. When we think ourselves especially fortunate, Fate makes its most vicious arrangements when we're at our most pleased with ourselves and least on our guard."
Grindelwald whistled. "That's certainly true."
With that, Snape left with the old wizard Fiennes, the Werewolf Witch Jillian, and Filch.
Lockhart stayed behind, drawing his Wand and carefully examining Crabbe.
Before long, his eyes lit up. He gently moved his Wand away from Crabbe's head, its tip drawing out a strand of milky-white light.
"His memories have been overwritten. It's a crude method, but an exceptionally domineering one. If no one had noticed, these