HP: Wormwood and Lightning Wood

When Barty Crouch Jr. woke up, he found himself strapped to a chair and unable to move.

"Long time no see, Barty, little Barty." Dumbledore stood in front of him and greeted him warmly.

Crouch Jr. knew he had been exposed and made no further attempt to cover it up.

His sinister gaze swept over the three people in front of him and landed on Snape.

"Don't look at him with your eyes." West raised his wand, and a beam of white light pierced Crouch's eyes. Crouch screamed and gasped in pain.

Dumbledore glanced at West, who blinked innocently. "It's just temporary blindness."

"Stop talking nonsense." Snape stepped forward impatiently, forcibly pried open Crouch's mouth, and poured half a bottle of truth serum into him.

Dumbledore hesitated, as if to say something but then stopped himself. With so much Truth Potion, wouldn't something bad happen...?

Crouch Jr.'s breathing gradually calmed down. He opened his eyes again, his gaze lifeless.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked.

"I can hear you," Crouch Jr. replied in a low voice.

"I want you to tell us how you escaped from Azkaban?" Dumbledore continued.

Crouch Jr. trembled as he spoke in a devoid of emotion: “My mother drank the Polyjuice Potion, swapped my appearance with hers, and had my father rescue me so that he could die in Azkaban in my place.”

"You were there during the Quidditch World Cup, weren't you? You stole Harry's wand and fired the Dark Mark," West asked.

"Yes, Flash took pity on me and convinced my father to take me to the Quidditch World Cup. I was in the box, wearing an invisibility cloak."

But Shining didn't know I was growing stronger, and I began to rebel against my father's Imperius Curse, temporarily breaking free from his control. I took a boy's wand. Shining didn't know. Shining has a fear of heights and always covers her face.

Just as I expected. West rubbed his wand without changing his expression.

"And then?" Dumbledore asked softly.

"After I cast the Dark Mark, the wizards from the Ministry of Magic came and started casting spells everywhere. One of them knocked me and Flashy Flash unconscious. My father found us and cast the Imperius Curse on me again after the Ministry of Magic left."

"How did you escape again?" Dumbledore realized something was wrong.

Barty Crouch Jr. shook his head, revealing a sinister smile. "My master has come for me! My great master used the Imperius Curse to control my father and save me."

"Where is your father now?" Dumbledore asked with a grim face.

"In my home, with my master."

"So what is your purpose in coming to Hogwarts?"

"My master has learned that the Triwizard Tournament is being held and wants me to mentor Harry Potter at Hogwarts to ensure he wins the Triwizard Cup—after which I'll secretly replace the trophy with a Portkey, so I can present Harry Potter to my master!"

A fervent light shone in Crouch Jr.'s eyes.

"What is Voldemort going to do?" West asked.

"Of course, it's resurrection! When my great master returns, you will all submit!" said Crouch Jr.

Everything became clear.

In order to carry out Voldemort's plan, the Death Eaters attacked Moody and controlled him with the Imperius Curse, so that Barty Crouch Jr. could enter Hogwarts as Moody.

"So, what do we do now?" Snape asked, increasingly frustrated.

Dumbledore sat down, remained silent for a moment, then looked at West. "What do you think, West?"

"Go to Crouch's old house and kill him?" West said.

Snape, his face grim, lashed West's arm hard with his wand.

West took a breath and obediently shut up.

"Or perhaps we should just let things take their course?" Dumbledore pondered. "After all, we don't know the whereabouts of the other two Horcruxes, so we can't truly kill him. At least for now, we have Voldemort's trail."

"What do we do? Cast a spell of oblivion on him, pretend nothing happened?" Snape sneered. "Then the poor savior will be dragged into the Goblet of Fire, competing with a bunch of seventeen-year-olds, and could die a horrible death at any moment."

"Severus, you underestimate Harry." West shook his head. "Why don't we ask him for his opinion?"

A while later, Harry was summoned to Fox's office.

"Excuse me, what's going on here?" Harry looked at the man tied to the chair with suspicion and uncertainty.

Dumbledore explained the situation again, "So, Harry, are you willing to take this risk?"

Harry nodded without hesitation. "No problem."

Snape stared at Harry. "Do you know what you're saying?"

"I have confidence in my abilities, so don't worry about me, Professor," Harry said firmly. "Besides, I trust West won't let anything happen to me."

West feigned being touched, patted Harry on the shoulder, and the two brothers exchanged a perfunctory look.

Snape gave a questioning whisper, but did not object further.

"So, this is the guy who cast the spell on Draco?" Harry's gaze shifted to Crouch Jr.

"Don't touch him now, there will be plenty of opportunities later." West pressed down on Harry's wand, which was itching to be used.

Dumbledore hesitated, feeling as if he had stumbled into a snake pit. Where had his innocent and kind little lion savior gone?

"Alright, you can go back now. Just be prepared," West said to Harry.

After Harry left, Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand, pointed it at Crouch's forehead, and erased his memories of that time.

West transformed a chair into the shape of Moody, put it in the box, and restored the mechanism.

Dumbledore clicked his tongue in amazement, "Transfiguration? Absolutely ingenious."

"Of course," West boasted without any restraint.

The real Moody was secretly transferred to the medical wing for treatment, and Crouch Jr.'s ropes were untied.

After they leave, Crouch will slowly regain consciousness and forget this memory, only remembering that he just returned from the headmaster's office and was about to drink Polyjuice Potion.

Snape returned to the cellar and couldn't help but complain, "I still have to put up with him continuing to steal my herbs."

He waited for a while, but didn't get a reply from West. Annoyed, he turned around and bumped into West's arms.

Snape tried to back away, but West grabbed his arm.

"What's wrong with you?" Snape frowned, puzzled.

"Can we continue?" West asked.

"What?" Snape realized something was wrong, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

The next second, West lowered his head and kissed him, their warm lips touching.

Snape's eyes widened, and he forgot to struggle. He was pulled back two steps by West and fell onto the sofa.

West let out a sigh.

"Severus, when will you love me?"

Love me, control me, whip me. If you leave, take me with you. I don't believe in God, I don't believe in Merlin, because wherever you are is paradise.