Chapter 6: Dumbeldore

"Sir, you can't keep them in there! They done nothing at all! They are all innocent!"

"NO! WHAT I SAID GOES!"

"But sir, you're arresting them for no solid or reliable reasons," Randy protested, standing up facing the Barty Crouch Sr. They had been having 'heated discussion' since they came back from the World Cup aftermath.

"Gavrail!" Crouch Sr. slammed his fist against his desk and glared at the young Auror. "You should better worry about your job rather than mine. What happened at the World Cup are my business. You and your peers were there only for security purposes. Not arguing with me!"

"Sir, I'm begging you please let them go!" Randy talked back, holding up his hands together in front of his chest. "That girl, she was with me the entire time. There's no way she have anything to do with the Death Eaters. I saved her from them. And her friends, i absolutely sure, they're innocent too because they young sir, they're still young... like me."

"Gavrail! I won't tolerate just because you're Cornelius's favourite. You're in the real world now and in this world, I am much more important than you and your peers down at the Auror Office combined. Unlike you, i don't have to sell my charms to get through anything," Crouch Sr. spoke out. He adjusted his suit as he stood up straight. "Get the hell out of my office or i will have you and your friends banned from my office and my Department. Why don't you just go back to Bulgaria where you belong."

"No," Randy replied. "I won't go until what's right is settle."

Crouch Sr smirked, crossed his arm and squinted at Randy. "Don't make me get the security to escort you to Azkaban."

"You have no rights to do that, sir." Randy fought back. "Actually," he began. "I might as well question your role here at the ministry because you have abused your power to something irrelevant."

"Never questioned my authority, boy!" Crouch Sr. exclaimed, slamming his fist at his oak desk again. "If you think that reverse psychology could get to me, you're wrong lad!"

"I'm not aiming at any psychology," Randy smirked. "How about-"

He slowly reached his coat pocket and took out his wand. However, it seemed that Crouch was ahead of him. He already had his wand out. Impulsively, he was pointing it straight at Randy's face.

"Aurors-" Crouch Sr. began. He clutched his wand tight and continued, "Not the only one have the upper hands with spells. I could might as well cast Imperio at you, right here right now."

Randy gulped and retreated his hand from his coat. He eyed the wand and then glared at Crouch Sr. "I bet this is how you get your way at the Ministry. No wonder your son at Azkaban."

"Shut Up Gavrail!" Crouch Sr. shouted, thrusting his wand at the young Auror bruised chest. "I could do it right now if you want!"

"Those are just words Crouch! You never have the guts to do it!" Randy fought back.

"Don't you test me boy!"

"Try me..."

Crouch Sr hesitantly clutched his wand, uneasily tightening his finger around it. He was breathing heavily, his feeling rage with anger. Encounter with this young Auror from Bulgaria was the biggest trouble he had face. He despised him so much.

"Patience now, Barty." An old man with long white beard and wearing half-moon spectacle was standing by the door. He was peering through his glasses at the two people inside the office. Slowly stepping in, he beamed at the young Auror and warmly greeted, "How are you, Mr. Gavrail?"

Randy swiftly turned, clicked the heels of his boots and bowed before the old man. "Its an honor to finally meet you in person, Professor." He looked up and continued, "I am Randy Gavrail, at your service."

"I already knew who you are Randy," the old man beamed. "And I hope you don't mind to go down and set the Russo and Miss Finkle free.."

"Yes, absolutely sir," Randy replied, excitedly. "I will go straight away!" He bowed again and left the room.

Once he was out the door, the old man reached out for the doorknob and shut the door. Crouch was looking at him, still furious. "What are you on about, Dumbeldore?"

Albus Dumbeldore turned to him and beamed. He peered through his glasses again and said, "I'm doing the right thing, Barty. Its for the best."