Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline

Chapter 411 Little Barty Exposes, Stubborn Fudge!!

When Little Barty opened his eyes, he saw the shadows around him, especially Peter’s playful expression and Dumbledore’s indifferent eyes, and his pupils narrowed, and he instantly realized that he was exposed.

However, he did not pay attention to this, but after seeing the figure of Harry Potter, he excitedly asked, “Why are you here?!” ”

Harry looked at him with disgust and said, “I was saved by Peter, after you sent me to Voldemort!” ”

Little Barty heard this, and with a tone of hope and peace, excitedly asked: Dark Lord, has he been resurrected? How is he doing now?

Harry looked at him bitterly and said that he wanted to see who the man posing as Professor Moody really was.

“Little Barty, you are really loyal, you have reached this time, and you still care so much about your master.”

Peter said with a smile

Little Barty looked at the teenager in front of him, his eyes full of jealousy, especially since he kept echoing what Peter had said before, Dumbledore, they had to find him, but they sat by and watched him send Harry Potter to Voldemort, which made him very uneasy.

“Little Barty?”

When the people around them heard Peter call Moody so, they all showed a look of doubt.

But Dumbledore knew instantly, and he held out his wand and chanted to Little Barty

Only to see that Moody’s face began to change, the scar quickly disappeared, the skin smoothed, the mutilated nose was also fully lengthened, and the long gray hair was shortened and turned into a short yellowish hair.

The severed leg also grew out, and the magic eye also fell out, and the real eye grew out of the eye socket.

At this point, moody had disappeared on the ground and had become a strange man.

“Barty Crouch Jr.?!”

The people around them recognized it and exclaimed.

“Merlin!”

Professor McGonagall narrowed her mouth and opened her eyes, “Didn’t he mention that he was dead?”

“We need to find a quiet place to ask him.”

Dumbledore looked around at the hustle and bustle and said calmly, then turned to Snape and said, “Severus, I need your truth-telling agent, I need to ask him some questions.”

“This deep line, Dumbledore, he is a fugitive from Azkaban and must be handed over to us for interrogation!”

Fudge objected.

“Connelly, Barty Jr. has been lurking in school for a semester like Moody, and I need to find Moody out of his mouth as soon as possible, and the whole process of what he did for Voldemort, and now time is tight.”

Dumbledore looked directly at Fudge as he explained, but his tone revealed a firm, tough attitude.

Fudge couldn’t look him straight at him, but his face became very ugly, and he insisted, “There is no mysterious person!” Dumbledore, you can still say something ridiculous about the return of the mysterious man with just a few words from Harry Potter!

“How do you explain that little Barty thing?” He secretly turned Harry into a Top Three warrior just to send him to the Dark Lord! ”

Professor McGonagall stood beside Dumbledore and asked solemnly.

“The mysterious man will not return!”

Fudge strengthened his mind again, looking at Dumbledore and the people standing around him, his eyes flashing with irritation, and he said to himself, “It is well known that Barty Jr. is a Death Eater, and he came to school just to take revenge, because Harry Potter defeated the Mysterious Man thirteen years ago.” As for what sent Potter to the mysterious man, it was nonsense! It’s so funny. ”

Dumbledore looked at Fudge for a moment, then sighed and said, “It seems that we are in agreement, but before you summon the Aurors, Minister, allow me to ask Little Barty, my cat needs to confirm Moody’s safety and location!”

Ignoring Fudge’s gloomy face, he then took Barty Crouch Jr., along with several professors, peter, and Harry to the conference room on the side of the auditorium.

Hermione Ron and the others, who cared about Harry, and several of Peter’s companions, followed, wanting to know what was going on in the labyrinth.

And Bagman, who stayed behind, looked at this matter in a daze, and before he could shout at them, he just ran to Fudge and asked: “Minister, now that the four warriors have come out, who has won the trophy?” How do I announce who the champion is? ”

“Well, go and ask Dumbledore!” I’m not qualified to him! ”

Fudge said with a dark expression and cold eyes looking in the direction where Dumbledore had disappeared.

In the conference room, everyone looked at little Barty, who had been drunk with vomiting, his eyes were unfocused, and his expression was relaxed.

Dumbledore leaned over and confronted Little Barty, and he asked, “Little Barty, have you heard it all?” ”

Little Barty’s eyelids moved slightly, his face was expressionless, and the corners of his mouth moved slightly and replied: I can hear.

“Then you tell me, how did you escape from Azkaban?”

Dumbledore asked.

Little Barty’s eyes did not fluctuate, and he recounted in a flat tone with emotion: “My mother saved me, she knew that she was dead, and begging my father to save me was the last thing she did for her.” My father loved her very much, and even though he never loved me, he agreed. ”

They came to see me together and gave me a compound decoction that hurt my mother’s hair and my mother drank a compound decoction with my hair on it.

We swapped faces, and my mother changed into me and stayed in Azkaban.

Little Barty paused and continued, “My mother died in Azkaban not long after, and she never forgot to drink the compound decoction, so when she died, the monkey was still like me, so everyone thought it was me who was buried in the soil.” ”

The people around them all showed a surprised expression when they heard Little Barty’s words, they didn’t expect that the old Batty Crouch, who had always been tough and cold, would also do such a thing.

“Then what will your father do with you when he takes you back?”

Dumbledore continued to ask.

“Pretending that my mother had died, a secret funeral was held and the tomb was empty. After letting me, my father hid me, used a lot of magic to control me, and let me come out and let the house-elves take care of me. After I gave up my illness and regained my strength, I always looked for an opportunity to get out of control, and then I found my master again and served him.”

“Then how did you find your master?”

Dumbledore asked.

Little Barty’s eyelids fluttered, “I was controlled by my father’s Soul Reaper Charm, but for such a long time, I can get rid of the control.” ”

His face was showing a perverted smile, “But my master found me, and he unlocked the control of the Soul Reaper For me.” He caught Bertha Joggins in Albania, the woman who had been my father’s assistant and stumbled upon my presence, but was forgotten by my father with a powerful spell.

But the master used powerful magic to break the Oblivion Curse and learned that I was still alive, so he came with his servant Worm’s tail to carve my house, and it was my father who opened the door

Little Barty smiled happily, as if recalling the happiest moment of his life, “The master controlled my father with the Soul Reaper Charm, and then released me alive.” Then I followed the master’s orders and registered Harry Potter on the Top Three Cup, and promised him that he would eventually win, so that he was taken to the master by the trophy of the door key.

“It’s just that I misestimated Peter York’s strength,” Said Barty Jr., with a look of chagrin and hatred, “his strength is beyond my imagination, and other warriors can’t compare with him, so I tried everything in the maze to stop him, but it didn’t work, or let him reach the trophy first.”

His expression gradually eased, “Fortunately, I prepared another door key in advance, originally prepared for myself to be able to see the master for the first time, but Peter York was too strong, I couldn’t grab the trophy from him, so I had to give up and choose to use my own door key to send Harry Potter away.”

Sohai’s eyes shifted to Peter on the side, and it was enough to surprise a senior Death Eater.

Peter didn’t care, sitting in a chair and drinking the juice slowly, not at all like the man who had just experienced the battle