HP Magic Biography

Moody in the box didn't reply, looking weak.

Dumbledore crept in and moved softly closer to the sleeping Moody, who bent down.

Hypnotized by Imberio's spell, he was weak, said Dumbledore. Of course, they won't let him die, Harry, throw down the liar's coat, Alastor is freezing, Madam Pomfrey needs to show him, but he's in no danger now.

Harry did so, and Dumbledore covered Moody with his overcoat, wrapped him up, and crawled out of the trunk, and he took the silver bottle from the table, took the cap off, and turned it upside down , a viscous liquid dripped to the floor.

It's Polyjuice Potion, Harry, said Dumbledore. You see how simple and useful it is, because Moody never drinks a potion that is not from his water bottle, it is his nature, and of course the liar will take the real Lock up Moody, only then can he continue making potions, look at his hair...

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

Dumbledore dragged the stool by the table and sat down, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Moody on the ground, Harry also looked at him, silent for a few minutes... Then, in Harry's eyes, the face of the man lying on the ground It started to look different, the scars disappeared, the skin became smoother, the damaged nose healed and started, the long thick gray hair shrunk to the head and replaced it with blonde hair, and suddenly, thud With a sound, the wooden leg fell off, and a normal person's leg grew out at the original position of the wooden leg. Afterwards, the original rough palm also changed color, becoming a silver-white palm. After a while, the demon The eyes ran out of the face, a normal eye grew out, and the magic eye rolled to the ground, turning randomly in all directions.

Lying in front of him, Harry saw a fair-skinned, freckled, bushy-haired figure whom Harry recognized from the man he had seen in Dumbledore's Pensieve when he Wanted to prove Mr. Crouch's innocence...

Most importantly, he should stay beside Voldemort, not here, that silvery white palm, one of the conditions for Voldemort's resurrection.

Harry looked again carefully.

Now the corners of his eyes are wrinkled and he looks much older...

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, and Snape returned, followed by Winky and Professor McGonagall.

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

God, said McGonagall, also staying at the door and staring at the man lying on the ground.

Dirty and disheveled Winky stood beside Snape, her mouth gaping open in a deafening scream.

Master Crouch, Master Crouch, why are you here? She threw herself on the young man, bent over his face, and shouted to Dumbledore, You killed him! You killed him! You killed the master's son!

He's just been stunned, Winky, said Dumbledore. Step aside, Severus, do you have your potion?

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

Dumbledore stood up and walked over to the place where the young man bent down and pulled him over to the viewing glass against the wall, which reflected Dumbledore back.

Professor Snape and McGonagall remained there, Winky on his knees, covering his face with trembling hands, while Dumbledore pried open the young man's mouth, dripped three drops of the potion, and pointed his wand at the Said the young man's chest.

Enerrate!

Crouch's son opened his eyes, his face was slack, his eyes were blurred, and Dumbledore mostly knelt down so that their faces were facing each other.

Can you hear me? Dumbledore asked softly. The man's eyes fluttered a few times. muttering answer...

very good!

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

Crouch took a deep breath, with a shuddering sound, and 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, father loved her but didn't like me, but he agreed, they came to visit me, gave me a Polyjuice Potion containing a hair of my mother, my mother also Drank a Polyjuice Potion containing a hair of my own. We ended up swapping bodies.

Winky kept shaking her head, Don't say it, Master Crouch, don't say it, you're embarrassing your father!

But Crouch took another deep breath and said in the same low voice, Those stupid dementors, they sent a cool man in Azkaban, a dying man, and they sent a cool man, A dying man, my father smuggled me out posing as my mother, because every prisoner was watching us through the door.

My mother died not long after she was in Azkaban! She drank that Polyjuice Potion until she died, and she took my body and buried it in my name, and everyone believed she was me. The man's eyelids fluttered several times again.

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

My mother's funeral was arranged, a quiet and secret one, the tomb was empty, the servants took care of me after my recovery and then I was hidden and kept under strict surveillance and my father had to subdue me with profuse spells as I gradually recovered my When I have no power, I just want to find my master... go back and serve him!

How did your father subdue you? asked Dumbledore.

Use the Imberio spell. Crouch said, under my father's control, I 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 Occasional treats, she said, in return for my good behavior.

Master Crouch, Master Crouch, Winky covered her face and sobbed, You shouldn't have told them we'd be in trouble...

But apparently, the words of a house-elf could not stop Barty Crouch Jr. who had taken the Veritaserum Potion from confessing the truth.

Harry listened intently. He had seen the woman before, and it was a woman who seemed very gentle and kind.