Crouch did not intimidate his son, and Alvin had anticipated what happened today long after the events in the Department of Mysteries were over.
Initially, he confessed about Barty Jr. and rejected the post of Minister of Magic, all according to the script.
And Dumbledore also wholly fell into the carefully set trap and spared effort to support him.
Crouch couldn't help feeling chills at Alvin's ability to calculate people's hearts.
He can always accurately grasp everyone's weaknesses, use his emotions as chains, and control everyone remotely.
The existence of Barty Jr. controlled him, and Alvin guessed all of Dumbledore's thoughts because of his character.
As for Snape, Crouch knew of Lily's existence.
This is also the fundamental reason why he can't raise any resistance to Alvin.
He wanted his dead wife to come back to him.
It can be said that Alvin, who has mastered the Resurrection Stone, has got the lifeline of many people. With this as a fetter, he can do too many things.
And because of his existence, the Resurrection Stone has become the most powerful of the Three Deathly Hallows.
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Time soon came to the day of the Wizengamot meeting.
On the sixth floor of the Ministry of Magic, there is a magnificent conference room, which is specially provided for the use of the Wizengamot.
This is also the dream place of countless wizards. Only when you enter here can you enter the highest circle in the British wizarding world.
As the current Chief Warlock, Alvin naturally needs to attend.
He was wearing a lavender gold-trimmed robe embroidered with stars, sun, and moon embroidered with mithril threads. There was a letter W on his left chest, which was the symbol of Wizengamot.
The decoration and gold edging on his clothes represent his identity as Chief Warlock.
When Alvin came here, the others were almost there. Dumbledore and Crouch sat together and whispered something.
He didn't go up to say hello and came to his seat on his own.
Not long after, the hall was almost full of people.
Compared with the last Disciplinary hearing of Harry, there were a lot more people this time. After all, the election of the Minister of Magic was more important than the Disciplinary hearing of a boy.
Two of the vacant seats belonged to Fudge and Umbridge.
"Okay," glanced at the audience. Alvin's voice was like a muffler, suppressing all the discussions.
"4396 Sessions in Wizengamot, moderated by Alvin Gaunt."
Looking at the thick meeting minutes in his hand, Alvin realized that this ancient organization had held so many meetings.
"First and foremost, the previous Minister for Magic, Cornelius Fudge, has been removed from office as he faces multiple charges."
"One of the most important things we do today is to elect a new Minister for Magic."
Tapping his fingers on the table, Alvin saw that Scrimgeour and Bones' faces were slightly flushed, looking at him expectantly.
"Let me say it first, it's only been five years since I entered the wizarding world, and I have no idea who is more suitable for this position, so I give up the right to vote."
"However, from the current point of view, there are only three most qualified, Mr. Bartemius Crouch Senior, Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour, and Ms. Amelia Bones."
"I believe you have no objections, right?"
Every one approved his words, and after Dumbledore made it clear that he would not participate in the election, only these three were eligible.
"Then ask the three of you to speak in succession. Who will come first?"
Leaning back in a comfortable position, Alvin was ready to start watching.
He felt that such a scene was very similar to the Parliament of England of the Muggle world. Watching the people below was also very interesting as the controller.
"I come!"
The hot-tempered Scrimgeour was the first to step forward.
"It was a mistake for Fudge to be a minister, and as long as I take office, I will definitely correct his mistakes!"
As soon as he spoke up, he secretly poked at Dumbledore. Everyone knew that Dumbledore was the one who supported Fudge, who everyone did not favor.
Frowning slightly, Dumbledore did not refute but listened patiently.
Afterward, Scrimgeour spoke out about his philosophy, spitting out his excitement and waving his arms excitedly.
"The power of the Ministry of Magic is far from enough, and our threat is not only You-Know-Who but also Grindelwald far away in Europe."
"So we need more Aurors. The teaching philosophy of Hogwarts is too backward."
"Looking at the quality of graduates in recent years, there are hardly many who are eligible to enter the preparatory Auror training program."
"Reform! Must be reformed!"
Speaking of this, Dumbledore finally couldn't bear it any longer. Scrimgeour wanted to put his hand into Hogwarts, which he absolutely did not allow.
"Rufus, this is your speech for the Minister of Magic, not the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Please do not interfere too much with Hogwarts affairs."
"Besides, there are enough Aurors at the Ministry of Magic, and if I remember correctly, there are already a full 20 teams?"
His words have won the approval of many people. Aurors are not so easy to cultivate.
The energy and resources consumed are by those in power who know best.
What's more, it doesn't mean that training an Auror is over, and their salary is far higher than that of ordinary employees.
Keeping so many Aurors now is a huge burden for the Ministry of Magic.
Seeing so many people opposing him, Scrimgeour's face was also a little unsightly.
"Shallow!"
He was a little angry. "Now that there are two Dark Lords outside simultaneously, are you ignoring the safety of the people for such a short-sighted benefit?"
"Do you know how many the Alliance members Grindelwald are? What if they attack, and we don't have enough manpower!"
The scene depicted by Scrimgeour managed to scare a group of people.
Not only afraid of his magical achievements, but the huge number of wizards who once gathered around Grindelwald also cast a great shadow on this continent.
It's not bad for the Ministry of Magic to have more power. At least it can better reassure the people.
Just when they were hesitating, a chuckle sounded, and then it turned into a burst of sarcastic laughter.
"Hahahahaha!"
Alvin, who was watching the play, regained his senses, followed the voice, and looked over, and then he was slightly stunned.
Why is he here?
The laughing old man slowly combed his white hair upwards, and his appearance and body shape changed rapidly.
A person who shouldn't be here is sitting here so swaggeringly!
Gellert Grindelwald!