"How do you see it?"
Barty Crouch Sr. stared at Vaughn. "You should understand that Amelia isn't someone who can turn a blind eye to things. And Dumbledore—they abhor killing, especially when wizards use magic to kill—"
Before he could finish, he saw a faint smile curl Vaughn's lips. "Is that how you see them?"
"Hm?"
"Barty—you've never really understood either of them."
Vaughn shook his head gently. "It's true that, broadly speaking, they're kind, fair-minded, and sympathetic toward the weak. But beyond those appearances, one is the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, a figure at the very top of the power structure; the other is the greatest white wizard of all time, Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, and has led the English Wizarding World for decades."
"Do you think either of them would be constrained by simple notions of good and evil when considering a matter?"
Of course not.
Barty Crouch Sr. knew that well. He might not be able to judge exactly how Dumbledore thought—no one had ever been able to figure out what that old lunatic was thinking all day long.
But Amelia, at least, was a complicated political creature.
She was complicated because Amelia Bones measured every action by political considerations. In a sense, the image she had cultivated for the public was that of a fair and impartial person.
It was precisely that image that had allowed Amelia Bones, only a few years out of school and with little standing among the Aurors, to rise swiftly through the ranks and take charge of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement after Barty Crouch had been impeached and removed from office over his son.
By now, the reputation she had built up within the Ministry and among the public had even surpassed Cornelius Fudge's.