Make an Example of One to Warn the Rest, the Plot Advances / The New Home Is Complete, Newt Again ...

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the man who made the suggestion, ostensibly for the Dark Lord's safety, was actually openly challenging the Malfoy and Lestrange Family to establish his absolute central position within the Death Eater.

Crabbe, jumping in at this point and still hoping to get a share of the profits, isn't that just asking for trouble?

"Crabbe... what did you say?" Sure enough, the man's face immediately turned cold. "In front of your master, you foolish traitor and coward, how dare you speak of loyalty?!"

"Did I... did I say something wrong?" Crabbe stammered in defense. "Of course I'm absolutely loyal to the Dark Lord! For so many years, I've been waiting for my master's summons, otherwise I wouldn't... wouldn't have released my master's mark at the Quidditch World Cup!"

As soon as he said this, several Death Eater had already assessed the situation immediately closed their eyes...

Chapter 613 Killing the Chicken to Warn the Monkey, the Conspiracy Advances

Crabbe is doomed... Any Death Eater with a brain at the scene could basically see what was going to happen to him.

This greedy and brainless idiot lost his composure after just one targeted remark. With such meager abilities, he dared to jump out and steal credit?

Moreover, he not only completely forgot how disgraceful he was during the interrogation by Wizengamot, but now he is even more reckless in claiming the 'credit' of the Dark Mark on himself!

"You wretch... daring to deceive your master, you deserve only death! Avada Kedavra!!"

Sure enough, just as he was congratulating himself on his 'cleverness', a green light suddenly struck, unexpectedly taking his life!

"Hmph, that Dark Mark wasn't released by you at all!" The man glared fiercely at the lifeless corpse. "For a traitor like you, death is the only end! All of you piece of trash are the same. Anyone who wants to join him is welcome to step forward and try!!"

The Death Eater at the end of the long table fell silent at the man's cold gaze.

They even felt the air around them freeze, completely unprepared for the other party to actually kill Crabbe —who was their ally just a moment ago!

"Haha! Well done!" Surprisingly, Bellatrix Lestrange actually clapped and cheered at the man's actions. "These bastards who betrayed the Dark Lord, I've wanted to tear them limb from limb for a long time, but the Killing Curse really let them off easy!"

It has to be said that Bellatrix Lestrange is indeed brainless. If the man's threat just now would only make these Death Eater, who were rescued as freebies, more cautious in their words and actions, then Bellatrix Lestrange's words were tantamount to driving them directly to their deaths.

These guys only fled together when Azkaban fell because they had no other choice. Now that Voldemort is so weak, they naturally have no intention of genuinely joining him.

As a result, Bellatrix Lestrange, that madwoman, threatened to torture them all to death. After that, who would dare continue to follow Voldemort?

Even now, a few people are already unconsciously reaching for their wands...

"Alright, everyone, please calm down." Voldemort quickly stopped the panic at the scene, while also feeling somewhat annoyed.

That stupid wife of the Lestrange family has been causing him trouble ever since they met.

If she continues to act so freely, those cowards will likely become disloyal to her.

"Goyle, Nott, Rowle, all my friends..." Voldemort softened his tone as much as possible, speaking in a kind manner, "Although you abandoned me, you still returned to me in my time of need. For that reason, as long as you haven't committed any grave errors, I can forgive you."

"Thank you for your generosity, Dark Lord!" *N

Upon hearing Voldemort's words, all the Death Eater present immediately rose from their seats, knelt on one knee, and pledged their loyalty to him.

Even Bellatrix Lestrange was no exception. She carefully placed Voldemort on a chair, then knelt down and kissed his tiny toes, which seemed to be covered in snakeskin, with utmost reverence.

"Get up, all of you. It's all over now." Voldemort casually pardoned everyone, then turned to the man, "Since you say we shouldn't be staying at the Malfoy Manor, where should we go?"

"Why don't you come to my house, Master!" the man suggested excitedly, as if it were a great honor. "I've already investigated and found out that my self-righteous father has moved into Harry Potter's retirement home with his House-elf. My house is currently vacant and can be used for you to live in!"

"To your house... Dolohov, what do you think?" Voldemort pondered for a moment, then turned to another Death Eater, a pale-faced, distorted wizard.

"Everything is at your command, great master."

Antonin Dolohov, despite being one of the core figures of the Death Eater, adopted an extremely humble posture at this moment.

He knew his own limitations perfectly. He didn't have the family background of Bellatrix Lestrange, nor was he as wise as the man who made the suggestion. He was just good at dueling. Therefore, his biggest backer could only be the Dark Lord!

And Antonin Dolohov's self-awareness is exactly what Voldemort desperately needs right now.

He's the Dark Lord, the only one who matters! When did he ever need his servants to decide his fate?!

"Then it's decided. We'll leave Malfoy Manor immediately and stay at Crouch family. Also... dear Barty, I need you to go on a mission alone from now on to better utilize your intelligence."

"As you wish, great master! And rest assured, I already have a new plan!" the man said gratefully, kneeling on the ground.

Upon hearing Voldemort call his name, Barty was so excited that he didn't realize... he had actually been kicked away by Voldemort.

"Oh, the plan? Tell me about it~" Voldemort became interested upon hearing this. He only wanted to send the other party out to prevent him from clashing with the Lestrange family again, but he didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

Voldemort had no choice. Barty was indeed intelligent and capable, but he and Bellatrix Lestrange were always arguing in front of him, which was really annoying. So he simply decided to send him out on his own.

"Master, you and the others just need to rest and recuperate. I can handle the entire plan for the Triwizard Tournament on my own!" Barty patted his chest and confidently assured Voldemort when he asked the question.

"Hmph, just empty talk." Bellatrix Lestrange sneered dismissively.

"I also think you're oversimplifying things," Dolohov disagreed. "What you did at Hogwarts was really too much. They'll definitely be much more cautious in the future, and it won't be as easy to sneak in again under those precautions."

"Who said I had to sneak in to make a move?" Barty gave a mysterious smile. "Didn't Bertha Jorkins tell us that the Ministry of Ministry of Magic officials in charge of this competition are from the Department of Magical Games and Sports and the Department of International Magical Cooperation?"

"The heads of these two departments are that idiot Ludo Bagman and Rufus Fudge, the Minister for Magic's nephew—a greenhorn not even twenty years old. There's no way the two of them could possibly protect the Goblet of Fire on the road!"

"You want to take action against the Goblet of Fire? How exactly do you plan to do it?" Voldemort keenly sensed the feasibility of this plan.

"I've heard that these two fellows seem to enjoy betting," Barty said confidently with a smile. "Narcissa Malfoy, then please choose a few good items from the family collection... suitable as stakes."

"A brilliant plan! We'll await your good news."

Voldemort's eyes lit up with excitement; he seemed to think that victory was already in his grasp!

Chapter 614 The Home is Completed, Goodbye Newt

In early October, Harry's old house in Hogsmeade Village was finally fully renovated, and he met Barty Crouch Sr. Crouch the Elder and his house -House-elf Winky as promised.

As soon as the two met, several meters apart, Harry used his wand to control two drops of Identification Potion to float over and drip onto the wrists of the master and servant respectively.

After a while, seeing that the two were completely unaffected, he gave an apologetic smile and quickly went to greet them.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Crouch, these are extraordinary times, so my checks are inevitably a bit stricter," Harry explained apologetically as they shook hands.

"It's alright. You said it yourself, these are extraordinary times, so it's only right to be more vigilant." Barty Crouch Sr. completely understood Harry's actions. He didn't think it was impolite at all; on the contrary, he quite agreed with it.

"If only those guys at the Ministry of Magic were as meticulous as you. These days, when they go out on patrol, they sometimes don't even bother to bring their Sneakoscope with them."

"They have their way of working." Harry smiled, offering no further comment, and simply picked up Barty Crouch Sr.'s luggage.

"By the way, Granger... what happened after what happened at the start of the semester?" Barty Crouch Sr. asked curiously as they walked toward the nursing home. "What happened to that Death Eater who impersonated Mad-Eye Moody?"

"No news yet," Harry shook his head regretfully. "That guy has been hiding very carefully."

"Is that so... then you'll just have to be extra careful." Barty Crouch Sr. seemed to be concerned about Harry, but a subtle hint of relief flashed in his eyes.

The House-elf beside him closed its eyes and murmured something, seemingly in prayer.

"Mr. Crouch, let me take you to your room first."

Harry didn't make a fuss about the anomaly he found in Barty Crouch Sr.; he simply led him through the courtyard and explained the layout of the nursing home to him.

"Home Retirement Home ...this place is really nice." Looking around, Barty Crouch Sr. was immediately attracted by the surrounding scenery.

In addition to the main building, which resembles a mansion, Harry also created a huge courtyard for the nursing home, complete with shady trees, gardens, herb gardens, and even vegetable patches, as well as a clear pond that could easily be used as a swimming pool.

"Professor Sprout and Hagrid helped plan the vegetation here, and the pond over there was built by the professor and his wife."

Thump!

As Harry was giving his introduction, a beautiful Hippocampus suddenly leaped out of the pond, startling Barty Crouch Sr. and Winky at the same time.

"A magic circle is drawn at the bottom of the pond, connecting it to the Black Lake, so it's actually flowing water... As you can see, sometimes some surprises suddenly appear."

"That's truly impressive. I never imagined you'd have such a business at such a young age. Among children your age, I can't think of anyone more outstanding than you," Barty Crouch Sr. exclaimed in admiration. "Even the You-Know-Who from back then... um."

He immediately realized he had said something he shouldn't have, so he quickly shook his head, straightened his face, and stopped talking.

Harry helped him with the formalities and then led him upstairs.

The second floor of the mansion was specially set aside by Harry for guests, but currently, besides Barty Crouch Sr., the only other guest is Professor Kettleburn, who has difficulty walking.

Considering Barty Crouch Sr.'s previous needs, Harry specially reserved the corner room on the second floor for him.

"There's a service bell in the room. Just press it if you need anything, House-elf will come running. You're free to move around as you please, but you'll need to let the staff know when you enter or leave the room. There aren't any other special precautions. We hope you have a pleasant stay!"

After briefly explaining things to Barty Crouch Sr., Harry left the room amidst Barty's thanks.

However, after that, he did not leave the nursing home, but went straight up to the third floor.

The third floor is where Harry reserved accommodations for his family and friends. Not only the Flamel couple, the Scamander, and Bathilda, but also Sirius and others all have their own rooms here... This is also the origin of the name of the nursing home, 'Home'.

Because if anything changes, this is the last home that Harry and his family and friends will need to protect!

Knock knock knock~

On the third floor, in the doorway of a huge room that was clearly decorated in a special way, Harry gently knocked on the door.

"Hey, what brings you here today?" Scamander opened the door, and upon seeing Harry, he immediately greeted him with a broad smile.

"You little rascal, it's been a while since you've come to visit your dad!"

"I'm telling you, you're almost a hundred years old, can't you be a little more reserved in your speech and actions?" Harry sighed helplessly, thinking to himself that Scamander's eccentric, childlike behavior would probably be something he'd be carrying to his grave.

"There's nothing I can do. I was too deeply corrupted when I was young, and it's too late to change now." Scamander sat casually on the sofa, his 'complaint' practically overflowing from his face.

"Uh..." For some reason, Harry suddenly felt a sense of regret.

"Alright, enough with the formalities. What brings you here this time?" Scamander casually crossed his legs, a move that sent another shiver down Harry's spine.

If it were my own teacher, they'd probably be dead by now...

"Keep an eye on Barty Crouch for me. He's been acting a bit strange lately." After composing himself, Harry asked seriously, "Mr. Crouch seems a bit too concerned about that Death Eater posing Moody. I suspect he's hiding something."

"Sure, I'll have Tina handle this. She's Auror, and her specialty is surveillance."

Scamander readily agreed, but then seemed to hesitate, as if he wanted to say something more.

"Harry, I've heard about what happened between you and Albus Dumbledore. So you two finally ended up like this..."

"What... you think I did something wrong?" Harry asked in a hoarse voice.

"No, not really. I just feel a bit sentimental. After all, Dumbledore been very kind to me and is a teacher I've always respected." Scamander shook his head heavily. "But I also know that, given your personality, you definitely wouldn't get along with him."

"So I just don't understand, what exactly is he wary of me for?!"

Facing Scamander... the person he had always trusted most, Harry's suppressed emotions finally erupted.

"Ever since he tricked me into going to Hogwarts, everything I've done has been in the name of fighting Voldemort! But what about him? He'd rather support that good-for-nothing Fudge than come and support me?!"

"I know you're angry, that's for sure, but Dumbledore has his own considerations," Scamander sighed softly. "Harry, Albus Dumbledore isn't just targeting you, but all geniuses like you with exceptional talent! And his real goal isn't as simple as just defeating Voldemort."

"What he really wants... is for no one to profit from this war!"

Chapter 615 Discussing Albus Dumbledore, Finally Understanding

"What... is it so hard for you to understand?"

Seeing that Harry remained silent for a long time after hearing his words, Scamander chuckled and asked, "Harry, don't you know? If you defeat Voldemort according to your strategy, then no one in the entire Wizarding World of Britain and even Europe will be able to stop you."

"But what can I do?" Harry retorted indignantly. "I can't..."

"You will!" Scamander shook his head seriously. "Whether you can or not is not important. What is important is... Albus Dumbledore thinks you definitely will!"

"No... he's sick, isn't he?" Harry was so angry he didn't know what to say.

"What you're saying isn't wrong, because this is indeed what Dumbledore fears most, and it's the source of his inner demons," Scamander explained softly. "Dumbledore is far too worried, from Grindelwald in his prime to Voldemort in his old age, and even himself in the past... In his life, he has encountered too many wizards who will bring turmoil to the world, and you... are next!"

"So, because of this, he disagreed with my strategy, didn't want me to accumulate advantages, and even preferred to support that idiot Fudge to restrain me! All of this was just so that I could eventually shed the Boy Who Lived aura and defeat Voldemort with a pyrrhic victory... even if it meant stepping on countless corpses!!"

In front of Scamander, Harry vented his frustration, his lips twitching with anger. "I simply cannot understand, and I absolutely cannot agree with, his ideas! Does that mean... to achieve his goal, the entire Britain Wizarding World will be left with nothing but a bunch of weaklings and idiots after the war, and that's acceptable?!"

"It doesn't matter, because the weak and idiots are incapable of ruling the entire Wizarding World." Scamander nodded calmly. "As long as there is no new Dark Lord within Albus Dumbledore's sphere of influence, no one in the wizarding community will rise to the top. So no matter what the Britain Wizarding World becomes after the war, Dumbledore doesn't care... All he needs is long-term stability."

"This..." Harry now found the idea utterly absurd. "Albus Dumbledore ... isn't he afraid that something might happen in other regions, and he might accidentally wipe out the already weakened Britain Wizarding World?"

"But that won't happen, at least not in his opinion. After all, the world is generally peaceful now. Even if wizards from other regions rise to power, the flames of war won't necessarily reach the Britain Isles." Scamander shook his head and chuckled. "Besides, don't you know Britain wizards are generally confident? And Albus Dumbledore is actually the most confident of them all. As long as he's alive, it doesn't matter how much the entire Britain Wizarding World declines. But if he were to die by accident..."

"Then who cares about the flood?" Harry felt he had finally completely figured out Albus Dumbledore's thoughts.

"Brilliant!"

"Brilliant my foot!" Harry rolled his eyes dramatically.

That's it?