Chapter 705: Little Barty’s Past

Moody in the box didn't reply and looked weak.

Dumbledore climbed in and leaned gently over the sleeping Moody.

"Hypnotized by Imberrio's spell, he was very weak," Dumbledore said. "Of course, they won't let him die, Harry. Throw down the trickster's coat. Alastor is freezing. Madam Pomfrey needs to take a look at him, but he is in no danger now."

Harry did as he was told, and Dumbledore covered Moody with his coat, wrapped him up, and climbed out of the suitcase. Then he picked up the silver bottle from the table, took off the cap, and turned it upside down. , a viscous liquid dripped onto the floor.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, Harry," said Dumbledore. "You see how simple and useful it is, because Moody never drinks potions that are not from his water bottle. This is his characteristic. Of course this liar wants to tell the truth. Moody is locked up so that he can continue to make potions. Look at his hair..."

Dumbledore looked at Moody under the suitcase, "The impostor has been cutting the hair from Alastor's head. But I think tonight, our fake Moody will forget to do it as usual. At this point, we will see..."

Dumbledore dragged the stool beside the table and sat down. His eyes stared at the unconscious Moody on the ground. Harry also looked at him and remained silent for a few minutes... Then, in Harry's eyes, he saw the face of the person lying on the ground. It began to look different, the scars disappeared, the skin became smooth, the damaged nose grew back and started to grow, the long and thick gray hair also shrank to the head and was replaced by golden hair, suddenly, thumping With a sound, the wooden leg fell down, and a normal human leg grew out in the original position of the wooden leg, causing the originally rough palm to change color and become a silver-white palm. After a while, the demonic leg The eyes ran out of the face, a normal eye grew out, and the magic eye rolled to the ground, turning in all directions without any rules.

Harry saw a man lying in front of him with fair skin, freckles and thick hair. Harry recognized him. He had seen this man in Dumbledore's Pensieve when he Wanting to prove his innocence to Mr. Crouch...

The most important thing is that he should stay next to Voldemort, not here, with that silver-white palm, one of the conditions for Voldemort's resurrection.

Harry looked carefully again.

Now there are wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and he looks much older...

Rushing footsteps were heard in the corridor. Snape returned, followed by Winky and later Professor McGonagall.

"Crouch!" Snape shouted, staying at the door: "Barty Crouch Jr.!"

"God." Mag said, also staying at the door and staring at the man lying on the ground. A dirty and disheveled Winky stood next to Snape, her mouth opened wide in a deafening scream.

"Master Crouch, Master Crouch, why are you here?" She threw herself at the young man, leaned in his face, and shouted to Dumbledore: "Kill him!" You kill him! You killed the master's son! "

"He was just knocked unconscious by the curse, Winky." Dumbledore said, "Please step aside, Severus, have you brought the potion?"

Snape handed Dumbledore a small glass bottle of completely transparent liquid, which was the Veritaserum he used to threaten Harry in class.

Dumbledore stood up, walked over to the young man, leaned down and pulled him under the observation mirror against the wall, which reflected Dumbledore.

Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall and Winky were still there, kneeling on the ground, covering their faces with trembling hands. Dumbledore pried open the young man's mouth, poured in three drops of potion, and then pointed his wand at the young man. said the young man's chest.

"Enerrate!"

Crouch's son opened his eyes, his face was slack and his eyes were blurry. Dumbledore was half kneeling so that their faces were facing each other.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked softly. The man's eyes flickered a few times. He murmured in reply...

"very good!"

"I wish you could tell me," Dumbledore said still softly, "how did you get here, and how did you escape from Azkban?"

Crouch took a deep breath, with a shuddering sound, and then said in a low, emotionless voice: "My mother saved me. She knew she was dying. She begged my father. Rescue me, that was her last wish, my father loved her but didn't like me, but he agreed, and they came to visit me and gave me a Polyjuice Potion, which contained a hair of my mother's hair, and my mother also Drinking a Polyjuice Potion containing a piece of my own hair. We ended up switching bodies."

Twinkle shook her head tremblingly, "Stop talking, Master Crouch, stop talking, you are making your father very embarrassed!"

But Crouch took another deep breath and said in that low tone, "Those stupid dementors, they sent a cool man, a dying man into Azkaban, and they also sent a cool man, A dying man, my father smuggled me out pretending to be my mother because every prisoner was looking through the door and looking at us."

"My mother died not long after she was in Azkaban! She kept drinking that polyjuice potion until death approached. She took my body and was buried with my name. Everyone believed she was me." The man's eyelids fluttered several times.

"How did your father treat you when he brought you home?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Arrangements were made for my mother's funeral, a quiet and secret burial with an empty tomb. House servants nursed me to recovery. Then I was hidden away and strictly monitored. My father had to subdue me with numerous spells as I gradually regained my strength. When I have strength, I just want to find my master...go back and serve him!"

"How did your father subdue you?" Dumbledore asked.

"Use the Imberrio spell." Crouch said, "I was under my mother's control and was forced to wear an invisibility cloak day and night, always with this servant. She took care of me and sympathized with me, and persuaded my father to give me An occasional treat, she said, in return for my good behavior.”

"Master Crouch, Master Crouch," Twinkle covered her face and sobbed: "You shouldn't tell them, we will be in trouble..."

But obviously, a house elf's words could not prevent Barty Crouch Jr., who had taken Veritaserum, from confessing the truth.

Harry listened attentively, he had seen that woman before, she was a very gentle and kind-looking woman. (To be continued)