Hogwarts Advanced Guide

Chapter 255 Barty Crouch Jr.'s Statement

In Black's old house, the room where Sirius Black was once imprisoned, this is another person restrained on the seat.

He didn't look very old, about 35 years old, with pale, slightly freckled skin and a mess of light-blond hair.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Hera said softly while holding the quill.

Mr. Crouch's son, Barty Jr., opened his eyes, his eyes glazed over and his cheeks slack.Hera got up and squatted in front of him, face to face with him. Of course, little Barty was bound by the magic rope early on.

"Do you know this?" Hera took out a small bottle of clear liquid from his pocket, which he found in the treasure room of Black's old house. He only hoped that after more than ten years of devastation, it would still maintain its medicinal effect.

Little Barty shook his head, his eyelids trembled a few times.

"Veritaserum, just two or three drops is enough for you to tell everything." Hera stood up, bent down and pressed Little Barty's head forcibly, and pinched his mouth very roughly.

Hera forcefully opened his mouth, poured three drops of the potion, and waited quietly for his reaction.

"Can you hear me?" Hera asked in shock. He had already sat back in his seat, holding a quill, planning to record Little Barty's answer on the parchment.

"I can hear you," said Barty Jr. in a low voice.

"How did you end up at the Quidditch World Cup final, how did you escape from Azkaban?"

Little Barty took a deep breath trembling, and then spoke in a flat tone without any emotion.

"My mother saved me and she knew she was going to die and begged my father to get me out as the last thing she could do for her. My father loved her very much and even though he never loved me, he agreed. They came to see me and gave me a Polyjuice Potion with my mother's hair in it, and my mother drank a Polyjuice Potion with my hair in it, and we swapped looks."

Hera listened to the record at hand. He only knew that Animagus could evade dementors, but he didn't expect that he could even use Polyjuice Potion!
The guards in Azkaban are too loose! ?

Little Barty took another deep breath, and continued to speak in a flat voice.

"The dementors are blind. They smell a healthy person and a dying person entering Azkaban, and they smell a healthy person and a dying person leaving Azkaban. I disguised myself as my mother so that no prisoner could see through the door."

"My mother died not long after she was in Azkaban. She never forgot to drink the compound potion. When she died, she still looked like me and was buried as me. Everyone thought it was me."

The man's eyelids quivered.

"What did your father do to you after he brought you home?" Hera asked calmly. He raised his head, and the quill fell aside. He probably had some guesses.

"Pretend my mother was dead, a secret funeral was held, the tomb was empty, and the house-elves nursed me back to health. My father hid me and controlled me, and he had to use many spells to keep me in check. When I recovered, I was determined to find my master and return to his service."

"Are you still your Highness the Dark Lord?" Hera asked softly.

"Of course, I am willing to sacrifice my life for Lord Dark Lord." Little Barty said excitedly. If there was no magic rope to restrain him, Hera had no doubt that he would rush over directly.

"Very well, I don't think other things are important. You are welcome to join, Mr. Barty Crouch Jr. His Royal Highness the Dark Lord will be very happy to see you." Hera threw the quill aside casually, and stretched out her hand towards Barty Jr.

"Huh?" Little Barty's eyelids trembled, and he didn't seem to expect Hera to respond like this.

"But I'm sorry, you need to stay here for a while for the time being, and I need to inform His Highness the Dark Lord of your situation." Hera said without apology, frowning.

"For the Dark Lord!" Little Barty let out a low cry, his head tilted on the chair and he passed out.

Hera rubbed her chin, "In this way, things will become much simpler."

"Oh!" Hera slapped his forehead suddenly, he forgot about Penello!
The magic power in his body surged, and Hera's figure disappeared into the room. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had become the camp of the Quidditch World Cup.

A group of wizards gathered in the open space, clamoring for the Ministry of Magic to compensate them for their losses.

"They burned my tent! The Ministry of Magic is to blame!" a bald wizard shouted.

Wands in hand, Ministry of Magic officials said angrily, "Enough, Rick, everyone knows that you spend the night under a cloak supported by branches."

"Oh, how is this possible?" the bald wizard shouted, but his voice was slightly softer, and he seemed not so confident.

Hera stepped out from the crowd and shouted: "Anyone see Penelope? Penelope Clearwater?"

"I'm here!" A crisp female voice sounded, and then, a beautiful figure rushed into Hera's arms.

Hera rubbed her hair lightly, he could feel the trembling body of the girl in his arms, and he kept comforting him: "Okay, Penello, everything is over, it's safe."

"Where did you go? I didn't even find you." Penello asked crying, her fist hitting Hera's chest.

"I just accidentally got involved in some small troubles, but am I fine now?" Hera held Penello's face in her hands and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

"I was so worried, I thought something happened to you!" Penello's tears couldn't stop falling, "Do you know how worried I am about you?"

"I know I know, but we're all safe now, aren't we?" Hera tried to soften her voice. "Let's go home now, shall we?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo" Penello's tears rubbed against the cloak on Hera's chest, so he had no choice but to continue to comfort him.

About 10 minutes later, the officials in the Ministry really couldn't stand it anymore.

"You can leave here. I don't think this accident has anything to do with you. Of course, please keep in touch so we can't find you."

"Thank you very much, sir." Hera nodded in thanks, he hugged Penello tightly, and muttered softly: "Apparition."

The two of them disappeared at the Quidditch World Cup camp.

"They're gone, aren't they?" said a Ministry of Magic official and his companion.

The companion raised his eyebrows, and the wand in his hand did not relax in the slightest, "Who said it wasn't? That young couple is really a headache."

(End of this chapter)