38 years of past events

It was the last day of the Quidditch World Cup, and I saw the man from the Daily Prophet in the coffee shop, Barty Crouch, Director of the Communication Department of the Ministry of Magic, a man who combed his hair meticulously, when When the entire headline is occupied by the Quidditch World Cup, if you are not careful, it is difficult to find such a high-ranking official in the lower left corner of the newspaper.

Of course, I was more curious and surprised about him. After all, such a rigorous person who can even polish his leather shoes should have such a crazy Death Eater son. It is incredible to say the least.

I closed the newspaper and asked Peter beside me, "Wormtail, what time is it?"

"It's almost four o'clock in the afternoon, and there's still an hour before Quidditch ends."

"Very well, now, act!"

"Is it just me?" He looked at me nervously.

"Idiot, the goal of the two of you is too big, besides, you are an Animagus, as long as you disguise well, no one will find you."

"But...but..."

"Okay, okay, don't worry, I will be behind you, if there is any situation, I will show up in time. In fact, as long as you don't be stupid, nothing will happen. Trust our plan."

Judging from the information we have obtained so far, Barty Crouch Jr. was obviously detained by his father. Of course, he will only appear here today. He deceived his father and said that it was for Quidditch The game, in fact, this is a meeting we premeditated.

And now, I need Wormtail to bring him out, and then I will take him to the Dark Lord, and when the servant meets the master again, our task for the day will be complete.

But what happened afterwards obviously made me overestimate Wormtail's ability.

After Peter left, I read the newspaper again, until the bell rang at 6 o'clock in the afternoon. After the Quidditch match ended, I still didn't see Wormtail's shadow, and I didn't even give me a signal reminder.

This has to make me wonder if this timid guy ran away halfway?

If this is the case, then I have one more thing to do, after all, the Dark Lord will not allow a person to run away without even submitting a letter of resignation.

Just as I was thinking about Peter, suddenly, my arm started to feel intense heat and pain, and I immediately realized what was going on. I looked out the window, and sure enough, the sky outside was covered in black mist instantly, and the marks of skulls and snakes were in the black. The cloud exploded, roaring green light.

The Dark Mark, what did that idiot Wormtail do!

I threw the newspaper on the ground, and the extreme anger gave me the urge to kill someone. Before the end of Quidditch, before the Triwizard Tournament, someone has already exposed our identity. whereabouts.

I quickly left the cafe and followed the signs. Sure enough, in a forest less than ten meters away from the arena, I found them. Wearing a silver mask, the magic wand in his hand was firing spells unscrupulously into the chaotic crowd. The screams of wizards filled the surroundings. They ran away, and the scene was very chaotic.

I don't know who these Death Eaters are right now, I can't make out all of them with masks on, but I know right now I have to get them to end this damn thing, especially before the Ministry of Magic comes, I can't let things Intensified.

"Deletrius! (Disappear without a trace)" I immediately fired a spell into the air, and the moment the beam reached the clouds, the mark finally began to disappear, and the smoke also dispersed, and those wearing masks quickly Disappeared in place, as if everything had never happened, surprisingly fast.

Of course, after doing all this, the best way is to find Wormtail and find the person who launched the marker.

At this time, "R... Riddle..." I was sure I heard someone calling me, and this name has been called that for a long time, I slowly turned around, and a red-haired girl appeared in front of me .

It's Ginny, she's become slimmer and more beautiful, even though I haven't seen her in over a year, I still recognize her by her dazzling red hair, and now she looks at me with her mouth open, as if in disbelief , that expression seemed to want to say something.

"Ginny? Ginny?"

"Ginny? Where are you?" It was Harry Potter's voice.

"Ah, Potter, I'm here, I'm here." Hearing the shout, she responded, then said nothing, and finally ran away in a hurry.

"Hey, Ginny, where have you been? It was messy and scary just now. We all thought you were lost."

"I'm sorry, I just went to pick up my wand just now, well, it's all right now, let's go, Harry, don't keep Dad and the others in a hurry."

I'm surprised that Ginny didn't reveal my whereabouts to Harry. Last time I used Legilimency during the trial at the Ministry of Magic, and this time... there are some reasons for this that I have no way of knowing.

Well, now is not the time to think about these things, there is still Wormtail waiting for me to deal with, throwing away those thoughts, there is indeed a faint flickering light in the forest.

Sure enough, it was Wormtail, and the other one should be Barty Crouch Jr.

Immediately after I found them, Cruciatus hit Peter accurately, and there was a little Barty Crouch, but he was smarter than Peter, and immediately dodged my spell after reacting.

damn it!Do you think there is no way to do this, these troublemakers!I stepped forward and gave him a punch.

"Stupid! There is no one more stupid than you!" I kicked Peter next to me in frustration, "Wormtail, I asked you to bring him to me, who told you to launch the Dark Mark, who allowed you did it!"

"No, please listen to me, it's Barty Crouch Jr. He wants to do this, it's not my intention." Peter hurriedly pleaded for himself.

"Wormtail, you're talking nonsense! You never told me you were taking me to the Dark Lord, you just said he's alive and he's back."

"Wormtail!" I picked up Peter's collar and stared at him closely: "What nonsense did you and Barty Crouch Jr. say? Didn't you convey the meaning of the Dark Lord to him?"

"Actually, I didn't know at all. He only said that he came to help me and get me out of my father's control. He told me that the Dark Lord was back, so I launched the Dark Mark."

"Why don't you tell him about our arrangements and plans? You don't want to go back with us, you let Barty Crouch Jr. launch the Dark Mark, you want the Ministry of Magic to catch us, you did it on purpose, didn't you Like this? Wormtail!"

"No! No, my good master, I have not played tricks, please believe me, this time is definitely an accident."

"Accident?"

"Yes." Peter nodded quickly.

"Okay, Wormtail, I'll give you one more chance, don't play tricks, if I find out again next time, I will definitely kill you!"

Peter on the ground trembled, but did not speak again.

"Okay, Mr. Crouch is your turn. You'd better explain to your master about the Dark Mark later, otherwise I believe that even if you are really a loyal servant, he might not forgive you for it Yes. You know, now he is the last person you want others to find out."

"Don't worry, don't take me for Wormtail." He glanced at Peter on the ground and smiled disdainfully.

"There...someone!" At this moment, Peter suddenly called out.

Barty Crouch Jr. and I turned around at the same time, and then we saw a figure walking out of the grass. The figure was limping, and I didn't realize it was a one-eyed old guy until I got closer.

"Mad-Eye Moody?" Barty Crouch Jr. was the first to recognize it.

"It's incredible that the son of the Minister of Magic is a loyal Death Eater."

"Old guy, don't worry about these things. For my father's sake, if you give yourself an oblivion spell now, I can barely spare you."

"No! Whoever it is, he overheard our conversation, don't leave here tonight." I raised my wand.

"Of course, Death Eaters, I haven't met one in many years! You can try today!"

Barty Crouch Jr. fired the spell first, but Mad-Eye was more agile, and the wand mercilessly issued a refutation spell to Barty Crouch Jr.

Their spells were colliding with each other, and finally turned into a beam of light. In that beam of light, the collision of magic power made both sides inseparable.

Seeing that Barty Crouch Jr. did not stand firmly on the peak against Mad-Eye, my patience could not continue, so I raised my wand, and the burst of fluorescent light pointed directly at Moody. I didn't last long, Moody was no match for the two of us, and he was thrown into the grass by the beam of the spell.Moody didn't respond when we got closer.

"Old guy, did you fall to your death?" Barty Crouch Jr. kicked Moody on the ground a few times.

"Don't worry about him, now I have a good idea, I can help you make up for your mistakes tonight."

"any solution?"

"You can be Moody, can't you? You can do it, right?"

"What do you mean, do you have any good plans?"

I smiled: "Of course, as far as I know, the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts this time is very likely to be Moody, plus the Triwizard Tournament is approaching, so, do you understand what I mean?"

Barty Crouch Jr. is indeed much smarter than Wormtail. He doesn't need too much explanation from me, he quickly understood: "This is a good idea! Randolph, you are too cunning..."

"No, the plan, the great plan for us."

"That's right, for our great plan!"

"Then good luck to you, sir."

Watching little Barty Crouch leave, Wormtail finally couldn't help asking: "Don't we need to take him back to see the master?"

"No need, now he is Professor Moody, and Professor Moody doesn't need to go back with us."

"Then, what about the matter tonight, Master?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it with my father. Well, Wormtail, take it easy, as long as you're loyal, there's nothing to be afraid of."

However, during the days when Barty Crouch Jr. returned to Hogwarts, we lost contact again, and the pleasure that once brought hope was instantly overwhelmed, and my father lost from the abuse and complaints , he finally no longer expected his servants, he began to care about things around him occasionally, asking me how the sun was outside, Wormtail was weeding in the yard and thanking Merlin, Daisy let out a sigh of relief from her nervousness, I even I also have a relaxed state of mind. In fact, if everything stops at that time, then I think our life in the future will be much simpler. At least we will spend that ordinary life in that piece of Riddle Manor.

However, at the end of autumn, Barty Crouch Jr. still sent the first letter.

He told a long story about how cautious he was at school, and gave the perfect explanation for his months of silence. Of course, he did not forget to tell us how he worked tirelessly at the end of the term. After sending Harry into the Triwizard Tournament, his father's eyes were once again full of hope of resurgence. The frustration and despair that had been dormant for several months finally turned into an invisible net to wrap Harry, waiting for him under the arrangement of the plan. At the moment of closing the net, the arrival of fate.

The house in the Riddle Mansion was as lifeless as ever, and the coldness and gloom permeated the whole house. Even now, the firelight in the through room could not make up for the decay and gloom brought about by years of emptiness.

The firelight of the fireplace reflected a very dazzling golden color on the trophy on the table. I tapped it lightly with my fingers and made a crisp syllable of "ding".

"It's beautiful, isn't it Daisy?"

"It's beautiful."

"No, I don't mean that, Moody, I mean Moody, he did a great job."

"Mr. Crouch, you mean? Will he come tonight?"

I smiled and shook my head, "No, it's not just him, it's everyone, our old friends, they're all coming back, just tonight."

The trophy on the table is still shining brightly, but it will not belong to anyone, it is staying quietly in the Riddle Mansion, so no matter who reaches the finish line first in this game, there will always be only death facing them. Because we only need one person and that boy is enough.

Listening to what I said, Daisy's eyes were full of anxiety. What's interesting is that I was guessing Lucius' reaction and the performance of those Death Eaters from her expression tonight.After 13 years, the Dark Lord would be happy to see them, wouldn't he.

The clock struck twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the crows outside the window were circling and mourning among the dead branches, and she woke up in a trance as if awakened from a dream. I said to her: "It's time, don't keep our guests waiting."

Wrapped in a black cloak and gliding in the night, the silver mask shines in the moonlight, now let us travel through this darkness, the moonlight will welcome a new era with us.