I'm the King of Curry at Hogwarts

Louis remembered Barty Crouch Jr.'s Alsace-like behavior very clearly.

This kid could be considered the second most filial son at Hogwarts. As for why he's not the first... well, the first most filial son would definitely be Voldemort.

With Voldemort, the Dark Lord and Barty Crouch Jr.'s boss, taking the lead, Barty Crouch Jr. can only be ranked second.

However, it's no wonder that Voldemort was admired by Barty Crouch Jr., after all, Voldemort was a father-killer in the League of Avengers. It's highly suspected that Barty Crouch Jr.'s animosity towards his father stemmed from his poor imitation of Voldemort.

Rebellion against my magnificent father... no...

The traditional culture of the British people has been established; the roots have been found.

With Dumbledore leading the way, Lewis and Dumbledore teleported to the school gate almost instantly. Barty Jr., transformed into Moody, was having a lively conversation with Barty Sr. After listening carefully for a couple of minutes, it seemed that Barty Jr. was trying to trick his father into going out for a bit.

After all, there are too many people and too many eyes around here, so Avada isn't an option.

Old Barty was listening to the fake Moody's nonsense when he suddenly saw Dumbledore walking towards them. He immediately abandoned the fake Moody and went to Dumbledore.

Young Barty, disguised as Moody, noticed his father's movements and looked in the direction he was walking. His face instantly filled with terror.

He tried to run, but Dumbledore used a spell to knock him to the ground.

Now it was Old Barty's turn to be taken aback. He frowned, glanced back at the fake Moody, and asked in confusion, "What, Albus, do you have a grudge against Alastor?"

"Oh, no, that's not it." Dumbledore waved his hand and cast a Shapeshifting Charm—he had used magic to distract his classmates before he made his move, and no one noticed what was happening.

Under the effect of the Shapeshifting Charm, the fake Moody's body gradually disappeared.

"Alright, let's go back to the headmaster's office first." Dumbledore stopped Barty from talking and used a spell to take the invisible fake Moody back to the headmaster's office.

……

Barty Crouch Jr. didn't even sit down when he arrived at the principal's office. The moment the door closed, he immediately shouted, "My son, Barty Crouch Jr., he's run away..."

"Take your time, the sky isn't going to fall," Dumbledore said, casting a calming spell.

Then, Little Bati's body gradually took shape—the effects of the compound decoction had expired, and Little Bati had now returned to his original appearance.

Barty looked at his unconscious son on the ground in astonishment, then at Dumbledore, and asked in surprise, "He...he turned into Alastor? Oh, that explains everything. I thought you and him had some kind of conflict."

As he spoke, Old Barty shook his head vigorously, as if his mind was not quite clear: "I was wondering why I felt so awkward just now, there was always a sense of incongruity. It turns out that this Alastor is fake."

"I'm sorry, this might be a side effect of the Imperius Curse." He added, "Things are a bit complicated, let me sort them out before I tell you."

Louis looked at poor old Barty. If he hadn't discovered him in time, old Barty would have been in a terrible state—he would have been killed by his own son with a curse, turned into a bone, and buried in front of Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid: Why are you burying and throwing all sorts of things in my house?!

"It's alright, Barty." Dumbledore handed Barty a glass of iced lemonade at the right moment. Barty took the lemonade and gulped down several mouthfuls, then pressed his hand to his forehead, as if he was quite choked by the cold lemonade.

After a long pause, Old Barty slowly said, "It's a bit too cold, Albus."

"You drank too fast," Dumbledore said calmly. "Don't rush, we have plenty of time—you're safe at Hogwarts."

That's not a very good flag to set, Principal.

After a moment of silence, Old Barty said quietly, "Shortly after the Quidditch World Cup ended, Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort suddenly appeared in my house. At that time, only my son and I were left at home."

Voldemort said he needed a loyal follower to help him regain power, which is why he chose my son. Voldemort easily freed my son from my imprisonment. After that, they cast an Imperius Curse on me, forcing me to continue working at the Ministry of Magic as usual, in order to cover their tracks…”

"What is their plan?" Dumbledore asked.

Old Barty shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing about it: "I don't know either. They never talk about these things in front of me."

Dumbledore nodded, wrote a few words, handed the paper to Fawkes, and told him to go and call Snape.

A moment later, Snape strode into the headmaster's office carrying a bottle of liquid.

His mind was filled with thoughts like, "Hey, work's here!"

Those who need to use Veritaserum are usually die-hard Death Eaters they've captured. Snape doesn't mind giving them a little bit of the potion to cheer them up.

The first thing he saw was Barty Jr. dressed as Mad-Eye Moody, with the Mad-Eye still twitching and spinning on the ground beside him.

"Barty Crouch Jr.," Dumbledore introduced to Snape. "You should know him well, Severus."

"Of course I know him." Snape's smile was somewhat chilling. "Voldemort's most loyal lackey, ha...how ironic."

As he spoke, he gave Old Barty a meaningful look, his sarcastic tone clearly directed at the old man.

Before long, Barty Crouch Jr. slowly woke up. He looked at the familiar Hogwarts Headmaster's office, then at Dumbledore, then at his father, licking his lips and smiling sinisterly.

Snape was a ruthless man of few words. He went up to him, pried open his mouth, and forcefully poured a few drops of truth serum into him.

Barty Jr. tried to resist using nonviolent methods, but who was Snape? He was a man who had mingled with both the underworld and the legitimate world. For him, prying open the mouth of a die-hard was a piece of cake. His grip was so strong that he almost dislocated Barty Jr.'s jaw.

After a moment, Dumbledore asked, "Name?"

"Barty Crouch Jr." Barty Jr. reluctantly answered truthfully.

"How did you deal with Moody?" Dumbledore asked quickly.

After hesitating for a while, Barty Jr. finally spoke honestly: "Wormtail, you know, Peter Pettigrew, and I broke into Mad-Eye Moody's house. We ambushed him when he wasn't home, then attacked him and kidnapped him."

"Why do you do this?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes fixed on him.

"Voldemort heard that Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang were planning to hold the Triwizard Tournament this year, so he had me use Polyjuice Potion to transform into Mad-Eye Moody. He knew Moody was the person you trusted most, so he would definitely have him participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Therefore, I kept Moody in a magic box with me and used his hair to make some Polyjuice Potion."

Truth serum is really potent; Little Barty spilled the truth like beans from a bamboo tube.

It's not surprising that Barty Jr. directly calls Voldemort by his code name. Barty Jr. is one of the few known wizards who calls Voldemort "Voldemort" instead of "Dark Lord" or other names. In the original books, he directly tells Harry Voldemort's name after the Third Mission, and he is also the only known Death Eater to do so.

One theory suggests that Barty Jr. saw Voldemort as a father figure, idolizing him and willing to sacrifice everything for the Dark Lord. At the same time, he knew Voldemort was a half-blood, but he didn't care, which contradicts the Death Eaters' belief in pure-blood supremacy.

"Then where did you get your potions?" Snape suddenly asked.

Barty looked at Snape with an expression that said, "Of course I took it from your potions office, you idiot."

Look, look, no wonder they're Death Eaters, look at how they use that word, "take"...

Why don't you say this is theft?

A shadow fell over Snape's face. Louis noticed his strange expression and asked in a low voice, "Professor, are you starting to suspect Harry?"

Upon hearing this, Snape slowly turned around, gave Louis a malicious glare, and then turned his head away again.

His meaning was very clear: if you can't speak properly, then don't speak!

"Then what is your purpose in infiltrating Hogwarts!" Dumbledore would add, "Who ordered you? What is your motive?" and that would make it sound just right.

"Voldemort told me to act according to the circumstances and try to put the name of that boy who survived, Harry Potter, into the Goblet of Fire—he knew that the boy who survived was too old to pass the age limit of the Goblet of Fire, so he told me to do it," Barty Jr. told the truth very smoothly.

"What is his purpose in giving such an order?" Dumbledore asked casually.

"Voldemort knows an ancient magic that can bring the dead back to life, as long as there is a human soul." Barty's words caused Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and Snape to all change their expressions.

It's not surprising. Dumbledore wanted to resurrect Ariana, and Grindelwald thought the same thing. As for Snape—it's obvious even to a fool that he would want to resurrect anyone other than Lily.

"How does it work?" Snape instinctively lunged forward, grabbing Barty Jr.'s collar and asking anxiously.

Little Barty remained silent; he truly had no idea what the spell meant.

"Alright, don't make things difficult for him, he doesn't know either." Dumbledore sighed, wondering if he should capture Tom alive, give him some truth serum, and then kill him.

Louis listened for a while, and seeing the three men's somewhat lost expressions, he chuckled and said, "Your father's bones, though unintentionally donated, can give your son a second life..."

The three of them immediately looked up at Louis.

"The flesh of your servant, donated voluntarily, can bring your master back to life..."

"The blood of your enemy, forced upon you, can bring them back to life..."

After Louis finished speaking, he smiled and said, "I've figured it out. The resurrection ceremony must take place in the grave of Voldemort's father. The servant's flesh... I think it must be Wormtail who was voluntarily donated. As for the enemies—that's why they've set their sights on Harry."

"As we all know, Voldemort's two biggest enemies are Headmaster Dumbledore and Harry. I think if he could defeat Headmaster Dumbledore and bleed a little, he wouldn't have kidnapped Harry so secretly..." Louis shrugged and made a sarcastic remark about Voldemort.

"Will this spell work?" Snape asked instinctively. He was also planning... his father's bones, to dig up Lily's ancestral grave; servant's flesh... he was willing to be Lily's servant, and the blood of the enemy—damn it, let Voldemort's blood flow!

At this point, Snape's expression shifted from thoughtful to vicious.

I just don't know if Voldemort's blood counts as the blood of a level four enemy (just kidding...).

"I'm not watching GG," Louis said nonchalantly, waving his hand dismissively.

"Then what are you looking at?" Snape asked eagerly.

"Let's see the results!" Louis chuckled, then bent down and kicked Little Barty. "Tell me, what were you thinking going out there for?"

"Of course, we'll lure Old Barty out and then kill him!" Little Barty stared at his father with sinister eyes, completely unconcerned about his earlier remarks about destroying his father.

Hearing this, Old Barty choked up, kicked his good son in the face, and pointed at him with a trembling voice, cursing with heartache, "You unfilial son! You unfilial son! How could I have given birth to such a child..."

"You beast," Louis said to Old Barty, "a Yorkshire pudding would be better than a gatekeeper like you..."

Little Barty was a bit dazed from the kick. He spat out a mouthful of blood, grinned wickedly at his good father, and said, "And what about you? My good father, have you paid any attention to my mother and me all these years? All you've thought about is your promotion and making money. You've ignored us completely. Have you really fulfilled your responsibilities as a father?"

Old Barty choked for a moment.

"If you had shown me even a little bit of kindness, would I have become a Death Eater?" Barty Jr. roared hysterically. He should have kept these words to himself and never said them, but now, under the influence of the Truth Serum, he said them without any restraint.

Old Barty was rendered speechless by the shouting.

"Okay, I sympathize with your situation, but you've still broken the law." Louis kicked Barty Jr. on the shoulder. "But we don't want to hand you over to the Dementors right now—"

At this point, Little Barty's eyes lit up.

If possible, no one wants to face Dementors, not even Death Eaters. No matter how hard-hearted someone is, they are soft, vulnerable and easily defeated when facing Dementors.

Little Barty never wanted to experience that feeling of directly attacking the soul again.

"Of course, not out of pity, but because you are still of some use," Louis said, glancing at Dumbledore sitting behind his desk.