Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 80 Barty Crouch Jr.
When Taoist Lingxu returned, he had a yellow leather roll in his hand.I saw him rigorously peeling off Hilbert's shirt to reveal the tangled muscles. Taoist Lingxu opened the leather roll and took out a row of golden needles.

I don’t know if you know anything about acupuncture or moxibustion. In hospitals now, acupuncture and moxibustion use disposable stainless steel needles. In the past, traditional Chinese medicine used silver needles, while advanced Chinese medicine masters used special gold needles. Gold needles It is as thin as a hair, and the texture of gold itself is very soft. It requires a lot of skill from the doctor to use it for acupuncture, otherwise it will not be able to penetrate the acupuncture points at all.

I saw Taoist Lingxu put many golden needles on Hilbert's temples, between the eyebrows, the base of the ears, the top of the head, and the back of the head, and he was still slowly rotating vigorously. Then he took out four golden needles and stabbed Hilbert on both sides. Then he raised his fist and slammed it down on his heart. At this moment, everyone who had been holding their voices suddenly heard a violent gasp!Then I saw Hilbert sitting up abruptly. "Alive... Alive! Hilbert is alive!" Fred and George shouted in surprise.

"Actually, Hilbert is not dead. I injected a life-saving charm into his body during the first project. This spell can predict danger in advance and self-explode to resist a fatal attack, so Hilbert just Shocked by the shock wave of the explosion, I held my breath, my previous elixir was to nourish his body, and those golden needles were just to help him open his trachea."

"Great, son, how do you feel?" Mr. Shafiq ran to his son and asked.

"I just felt like there was a golden light in front of me, and then I didn't know anything. I just felt like something was drilling into my body!" Hilbert said calmly.

"Hill, come with me, by the way, and Mr. Minister, can you come with me?"

"can."

Taoist Lingxu asked Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout to take the students from the four colleges back to the dormitory to rest.

Hilbert and Minister Fudge followed Taoist Lingxu and left the auditorium.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor's lounge, Moody asked Harry, "The Dark Lord has returned to his body? Has he regenerated?"

"Then the Death Eaters came...and we duel..."

"You duel with the Dark Lord?"

"I escaped...my wand...something funny happened...I saw my mum and dad...they popped out of his wand..."

"Come in, Harry... come in, sit here... you'll be all right... have some medicine..."

"Drink it... you'll feel better... drink it, Harry, I need to know exactly."

Moody helped pour the glass into Harry's mouth, and Harry coughed, his throat burning like pepper.Moody's office was clear, and so was Moody... He was as pale as Fudge, and his eyes were fixed on Harry's face without blinking.

"Voldemort is back, Harry? Are you sure? How did he do it?"

"He took a little from his father's grave, Doronick and me. Doronick was burned to death by Hilbert, and Hilbert was killed by Voldemort," said Harry.His mind cleared up a little, and the scar didn't hurt as much.He could see Moody's face clearly now, and although the office was dimly lit, he could hear the distant shouts of people on the Quidditch pitch.

"What did the Dark Lord take from you?" Moody asked.

"Blood." Harry raised his arm.His sleeve was cut by Doronik's dagger.

Suddenly Harry remembered.He should have told Dumbledore, as soon as he got back—

"There's a Death Eater at Hogwarts! There's a Death Eater here—the Death Eater put my name in the Goblet of Fire, and made me win last—"

Harry tried to stand up, but Moody held him down.

"I know who that Death Eater is," he said quietly.

"Karkaroff?" Harry asked eagerly. "Where is he? Have you caught him? Locked him up?"

"Karkaroff?" Moody gave an odd smile. "Karkaroff ran away tonight because he felt the Dark Mark burn on his arm. He betrayed so many loyal supporters of the Dark Lord." , afraid to meet them...but I suspect he won't go far, the Dark Lord has a way of tracking his enemies."

"Karkaroff isn't here? He's gone? So—he didn't put my name in the Goblet of Fire?"

"No," said Moody slowly, "it wasn't him. I did it."

Harry heard it, but couldn't believe it.

"No," he said, "you didn't...you couldn't..."

"It was indeed me," said Moody, his magic eyes turned back to the door.Harry knew he was looking outside to see if anyone was there.Meanwhile, Moody pointed his wand at Harry.

"So he forgave them, did he? Forgive the Death Eaters who got away and escaped Azkaban captivity?"

"What?" said Harry.

He looked at the wand in Moody's hand.It's a lame joke, it must be.

"I ask you," Moody said calmly, "does he forgive those scum who never looked for him? Those traitors, cowards, who dare not even enter Azkaban for him. stuff. They had the audacity to mess around at the Quidditch World Cup with their masks on, but one by one they slipped away after seeing my Dark Mark launch."

"You fired... what did you say...?"

"I told you, Harry... I told you. If there's one thing I hate, it's letting a Death Eater get away with it. They betrayed my master when he needed them most. I Hope he punished them, I hope he tortured them. Tell me he tortured them, Harry..." Moody's face broke into a nervous smile, "Tell me he told them I was the only one who was always loyal... Willing to risk everything to help him get what he wants most - you!"

"You didn't...no...impossible
"Who put your name in the Goblet of Fire as a student from another school? It was me. Who scared away everyone who might hurt you or prevent you from winning? It was me. Who encouraged Hagrid to show you dragons? It was me. Who made you think of the only way to defeat the dragon? Me." Moody's magic eye turned back to Harry.His crooked grin widened.

"It's not easy, Harry, getting you through these projects without arousing suspicion. I have to use all my scheming to make it invisible to people. If you win too easily, Dumbledore will rise Suspicious. Once you're in the maze, it's best to go first—that way, I'll have a chance to take out a few other warriors and clear the way for you. But I'll have to deal with your stupidity. In the second project... …I'm particularly worried that we'll fail. I've been watching you, Potter. I know you haven't found a clue to the golden egg, so I have to give you another hint—"

"You didn't," Harry said hoarsely, "Hilbert reminded me—"

"That's right, that guy took the lead. So he deserves to die too. He and that god insulted my master before, and the master needs to give 28 Jia Liwei, so I also voted his name in." "Of course, You were taken care of in the maze tonight, too," said Moody. "I patrolled the maze, could see through the hedges outside, and cast spells to drive many obstacles out of your way. I knocked out Fleur de Rakul, cast the Imperius Curse on Krum again, let him kill Shafiq, and clear the way for you to win the cup."

"The Dark Lord and I have a lot in common," said Moody, looking completely out of control, grinning condescendingly at Harry. "For example, we both had very disappointing fathers...very disappointing. Harry , we all inherited our father's name in disgrace, and we all happily...very happily...killed our own father to ensure that the Dark Demon is in power!"

"You're crazy," Harry couldn't help saying - "you're crazy!"

"Am I mad?" Moody raised his voice uncontrollably. "We'll see! Who's mad. The Dark Lord is back, and I'm at his side. Harry Potter, you didn't conquer him—" —and now—I will conquer you!"

Moody raised his wand and opened his mouth.Harry thrust his hands into his robes—

"Damned!" A dazzling red light, accompanied by the loud sound of wood breaking, the door of Moody's office was rushed open——

Moody fell flat on his face.Harry was still staring at where Moody's face had been, seeing Albus Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall looking at him through the fairy-glass.He turned his head to see the three of them standing in the doorway, Dumbledore in front, wand in hand.Professor McGonagall walked straight towards Harry.

"Come on, Potter," she said softly, her thin lips quivering as if she was about to cry, "come with me...to the hospital..."

"No." Dumbledore said firmly.

"He will stay, Minerva, because he needs to understand," said Dumbledore simply. "Understanding is the first step in acceptance, and only after acceptance can heal. He needs to know who made him go through what he is today." The ordeal of the night, and why it happened."

"Moody," said Harry, still not entirely convinced, "how could it be Moody?"

"He's not Moody, he's fake!" Harry Potter followed the sound, and saw Taoist Lingxu holding the Hunyuan golden sword, and a Hilbert who he thought was dead flashed behind him!And Minister Fudge, trembling behind him.

"Hilbert! You... aren't you?"

"I didn't die, Professor Lingxu saved me."

Bending down, Dumbledore drew a curved bottle and a bunch of keys from the stunned Moody.Then he turned to Professor McGonagall and Snape.

"Severus, please go get your strongest veritaserum, and go to the kitchen and fetch a house-elf named Winky. Minerva, please go get a pen and paper and an owl Come, and then you come back here."

Snape and McGonagall might have found these instructions strange, but they didn't show it.The two immediately turned and left.Dumbledore walked up to a box with seven locks, inserted the first key into the lock, and opened the box. Inside was a pile of spell books.Dumbledore closed the box, inserted the second key into the second lock, and opened it again. Inside the box was no longer a spell book, but various broken looking glasses, some parchments and quills, and a A silver invisibility cloak.Harry watched in amazement as Dumbledore inserted the third, fourth, fifth, and sixth keys into the lock and opened the chest, each time revealing something different.Finally he put the seventh key in the lock and lifted the lid, and Harry screamed.The bottom of the box turned out to be a big pit, like a basement.Lying on the floor about three meters deep was a scrawny man, the real Mad-Eye Moody.His wooden legs were gone, the magic eye was hollow under the eyelids, and several strands of his gray hair were missing.Harry looked at Moody sleeping soundly at the bottom of the box, and then at Moody unconscious on the office floor, in astonishment.

Dumbledore climbed into the trunk and fell gently beside Moody, who was sleeping, leaning over to look at him.

"Are you all right, Alastor?"

"I'm sorry, Albus!" "We'll get you up right away."

Severus fetched the Veritaserum and poured it into the false Moody's mouth.

Time passed by in silence.

Looking at it, the face of the person on the ground changed, the pain gradually disappeared, the skin became smoother, and the mutilated nose grew and shrunk.The long gray hair was shortening, becoming a pale yellow.Suddenly, with a clang, the wooden leg fell aside, and a real leg grew out.Then the magic eye popped out of its socket, and a real eye took its place.The magic eye rolled on the floor, still spinning around.A man with pale, slightly freckled skin and tousled, light-blond hair.He recognized the man, had seen it in Dumbledore's Pensieve.He had pleaded his innocence to Mr. Crouch when he was taken from court by the dementors... but now he had wrinkles around his eyes and looked much older...

"Barty Jr., Barty Crouch Jr.!" Minister Fudge screamed.Dumbledore pointed his wand at the man's chest and said, "Resuscitate quickly!"

Crouch's son opened his eyes, his eyes glazed over, his cheeks slack.Dumbledore crouched in front of him, face to face with him.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

The man's eyelids trembled a few times.

"I can hear you," he whispered.

"I wish you would tell us," said Dumbledore gently, "how you came to be here, and how did you escape from Azkaban?"

Crouch Jr. took a shaky, deep breath, and spoke in a deadpan tone.

"My mother saved me. 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 even though he never loved me. He agreed. They came to see Me, give me a Polyjuice Potion with my mother's hair in it. Mother has a Polyjuice Potion with my hair in it. We swapped looks."

But Little Crouch took another deep breath and continued in a flat voice.

"Dementors are blind. They smell a healthy man and a dying man walking into Azkaban, and they smell a healthy man and a dying man leaving Azkaban. My father secretly I took it out. I pretended to be 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 Polyjuice Potion. When she died, she looked like me and was buried as me. Everyone thought it was me."

"What did your father do to you when he brought you home?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Pretend my mother died. There was a secret funeral, the tomb was empty, and the house-elves nursed me back to health. My father was going to hide me and control me, and he had to use quite a few spells to keep me under control. I After recovering my physical strength, I only want to find my master...to serve him again."

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

"The Imperius Curse," said little Crouch, "I was held by my father, and forced to wear the Invisibility Cloak from morning to night. I stayed with the house-elf all the time. She was my caretaker. She sympathized with me, Convincing my father to give me special treatment sometimes as a reward for doing well."

"Now there are only my father and me in the family. Later... Later..." Little Crouch shook his head, with a perverted smile on his face, "My master came to look for me!"

"One night he came to my house in the arms of his servant Doronik. My master learned that I was alive. He caught Bertha Jorkins in Cirnia. He tortured her and made her tell a lot. She told him about the Triwizard Tournament, and told them old Auror Moody was going to teach at Hogwarts. Master continued to torment her until he broke the Oblivion Charm my father cast. Bertha told him I never Azkaban escaped and my father kept me in the house from going to my master. So my master knew that I was still his faithful servant—perhaps the most faithful one. According to Bertha My master came up with a plan. He needed me, and it was my father who opened the door when he came to me about midnight that day."

"Unknowingly, my father was put under the Imperius Curse by my master. Now he is under house arrest and controlled. My master forced him to work as usual, as if nothing happened. I was released , woke up, regained his nature, and gained the vitality that has not been seen for many years."

"What does Voldemort want you to do?" Dumbledore asked.

"He asked me if I would risk everything for him. I would. Serving him, proving my loyalty to him, was my dream, my biggest wish. He told me he needed a place at Hogwarts. A close friend. This person is to mentor Harry Potter in the Triwizard Tournament, and to do so in secret. He is to spy on Harry Potter and make sure he gets the Triwizard Cup; Portkey, to bring to my master whoever first catches it, but first—”

"You need Alastor Moody," said Dumbledore.His blue eyes blazed with fury, though his voice remained calm.

"We stunned him together, locked him in the box, and then I drank the potion, turned into him, and came to Hogwarts. Potter was chosen entirely by me. Now! The great master has been resurrected, black The Demon King will eventually rule everything! Hahahaha!"

Saying that, Barty Crouch Jr. showed his left arm, and the Dark Mark seemed to be alive, moving slightly, "Voldemort has been resurrected?" Principal Dumbledore said, "How dare you call the master's name directly?"

"Minister Fudge, the rest shall be handled according to the laws of the Ministry of Magic. I will take Harry and Moody to treatment first." Dumbledore said and used the levitating spell to take Moody and Harry away, and Severus used his wand to conjure out The rope tightly bound Barty Crouch Jr.'s body and mouth.Taoist Lingxu took Hilbert away.

Barty Crouch Jr. was sentenced to Dementor's Kiss for his involvement with the Death Eaters and for plotting to attack Harry Potter with the Unforgivable Curse.Life is better than death.

A Dementor's Kiss is something that is done to people whom the Dementors want to destroy completely.They press their jaws to their victim's mouth and suck out the victim's soul.Not killing them, but worse than killing, just brain and heart working, no sense of self, no memory, nothing.There is no chance of recovery.People who have been kissed by dementors are just alive, just walking dead.The soul is doomed!
(End of this chapter)