Chapter 377 Mr. Weasley's Office

The fresh female voice resonated once more. "Level four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, which includes the Divisions of Beasts, Beings, and Spirits, the Goblin Liaison Office, and the Pest Advisory Bureau."

The doors opened once again, and three memos shot out.

But several more memos zoomed in, causing the light from the ceiling lamp to flicker and flash as they spun around.

"Goodbye, lad!" Angus waved to Evan and gestured towards the large tin box that continued to make a lot of noise. "If you're interested, you can come see us deal with this creature anytime. We'll likely dissect it and remove its wings and tail. That'll surely whet your appetite come lunchtime."

They exited and observed Sirius's melancholic look. Mr. Weasley seemed to want to console him with some words, and Evan also wanted to say something about Barty Crouch.

But there were still four wizards in the elevator, so they had to restrain themselves.

No one spoke; only the rattling of the elevator was heard.

"Level three, Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes, including the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, the Obliviator Headquarters, and the Committee on Excusable Muggle Births."

Everyone left the elevator on this floor except Mr. Weasley, Sirius, Evan, and a witch who was reading an extremely long scroll dragging on the floor. She didn't even lift her head. She had neither the energy nor the time to worry about her surroundings.

Evan wondered if they had passed the intended floor. The elevator jolted upward again, and the remaining memos continued to flutter around the lamp.

Then the door opened.

The voice announced, "Level two, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, including the Misuse of Magic Office, the Auror Headquarters, and the Wizengamot Administration Services."

"Here we are!" Mr. Weasley said, and they all stepped out.

They were in an empty hallway lined with doors.

Outside a window, darkness reigned, a hurricane blew, and rain fell heavily.

Evan approached the window and was startled to see a wooden house being swept away by the wind in front of him.

"These are enchanted windows; Magical Maintenance decides what weather we'll have each day. They're seeking a pay raise, so this blasted hurricane has been blowing for over a month!" explained Mr. Weasley, "Besides, these days, it's almost always sunny."

Magic was so wonderful that Evan sensed a slight fluctuation in the magic.

If he could learn the spell, perhaps he could create a small illusion to confuse the enemy, which would be invaluable in real combat.

He considered it for a moment, and then suddenly snapped out of it. Now was not the time to study magic; he had to find a way to tell Barty Crouch Jr.'s story.

Mr. Weasley seemed to want to speak as well. He looked around carefully, confirmed no one else was present, then lowered his voice towards Sirius and said, "I need to talk to you. Why are you here today at the Ministry of Magic? And you also asked me to look after Harry during the summer holidays. What's going on?"

"It's because I have fallen under Voldemort's curse, Dumbledore and Sirius are looking for ways to break it for me during the upcoming summer break," Evan explained.

"What?!" Exclaimed Mr. Weasley, truly surprised. Then he realized his voice was too loud. Fortunately, there was no one else around.

Nearby was the Auror Headquarters, and all those Aurors had been sent out at that time.

Evan and Sirius simply recounted what had happened the previous night, and Mr. Weasley's face bore an inscrutable look, full of concern.

"The Curse of Voldemort!" She looked at Evan's blue-black serpent bracelet. "Well... with Dumbledore, there shouldn't be a problem."

There was not much confidence in her voice, and there was little hope that Evan could break the Curse.

Although Dumbledore was powerful, Voldemort's notoriety and power were too deeply rooted in people's hearts.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of Harry!" She sighed. "You can handle breaking the curse. At the start of the World Cup, if you haven't returned yet, I'll go to his Muggle family and bring him to my house personally."

Sirius thanked her. Indeed, Harry was the one he couldn't rest easy about.

He had planned to spend more time with Harry on a trip during these summer holidays.

In the meantime, he had gone to the Dursleys and warned them not to mistreat Harry, but now everything had fallen apart.

But helping Evan break the curse was obviously more urgent and important.

"Let's go in. Don't stand here like a fool. Evan needs to write to his parents," said Sirius. "Dumbledore could return at any moment."

"Wait. We just saw the wizard at the Department of International Magical Cooperation," Evan quickly said, "I think..."

"Are you talking about Barty Crouch?!" Sirius's mouth twisted a bit, "He definitely won't take the elevator. He despises having anything to do with people like me, even if he's alone in a space. I believe I was acquitted, and that must have had a huge impact on him publicly. He must hate me to death now."

"Well, don't take it to heart, Sirius," Mr. Weasley said, patting his shoulder. "You know, Barty Senior has always been like that..."

"Of course, I know, in a way, he is a great wizard," Sirius said. "Of course, the desire for power is also strong."

"Yeah, I don't really like him, I think..." Evan said, not knowing how to tell them what he knew.

"No one will have a bright view of him like that, but it is undeniable that he is Voldemort's strongest opponent," Sirius' face showed a strange expression, and his eyes looked at Evan in a complicated way. "Barty Crouch was always clear in his opposition to the Dark Side. But then many people who were against the Dark Side... Well, you wouldn't understand, there were too many things happening at that time. You're very smart, but still too young..."

"If you mean he sentenced you without a trial and sent his son to Azkaban," Evan narrowed his eyes and said, "I have indeed carefully investigated Mr. Crouch and probably know more than you think."

"Evan, did you say you were investigating Barty?!" Mr. Weasley got nervous.

"Nothing can escape you, I knew that!" Sirius's thin face showed a helpless smile. He didn't seem surprised. "He sent me to Azkaban without a public trial. I don't blame him for that. It wasn't very pleasant, but I really needed a place to redeem myself. In a way, he was helping me!"

Sirius described the events in a casual tone, no emotion in his voice, as if it had nothing to do with him.