Blood-Draining Spell

"According to those books..." Wizet recalled, "Harfang Munter set a bad precedent..."

"After that, obtaining the headmaster's position in similar ways happened more than once at Durmstrang."

As he spoke, a possibility occurred to him. "Headmaster Dumbledore, could it be that you think..."

"Voldemort has already completed the succession of headmaster through a duel? Is that what you saw inside the 'Spirit-Calling Casket'?"

"Not that far yet!" Dumbledore shook his head lightly. "But I must say, it was fortunate to have your help. The 'Spirit-Calling Casket' was an enormous help to me."

"While we were occupied with the 'Five-Wizard Tournament,' they were purging Durmstrang from within. They will only proceed with the next steps after the 'Five-Wizard Tournament' ends."

"Voldemort remains cautious, however. He only told Barty Crouch Jr. this much, showing him a bright future—a new world that belongs to wizards..."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, the reason Voldemort did this should be..." Wizet voiced the confusion in his heart. "He intends to have Barty Crouch Jr. do something... right?"

"I can't say..." Dumbledore wore a sly smile, his tone equally relaxed. "Perhaps you have your own thoughts on the matter?"

He rose and walked to a cabinet nearby, carrying the Pensieve over to Wizet.

It was still daytime. Barty Crouch Jr. had naturally not fallen asleep, so they could not enter his dreams through the "Spirit-Calling Casket."

Dumbledore raised his wand and pressed its tip to his temple, drawing out a short silver thread.

The silver thread of memory fell into the Pensieve and, in the blink of an eye, merged into it.

Wizet plunged his head into the Pensieve. Accompanied by a sensation of weightlessness, he entered Barty Crouch Jr.'s memories and found himself standing outside a classroom door.

The spacious classroom had a chilly air to it. Everywhere