The days at Hogwarts

Hogwarts, on the Quidditch referee's bench, Dumbledore responded to Principal Fontana's invitation to Hogwarts and Ilvermorny in a calm tone:

"For specific friendship-related matters, Vice Principal McGonagall will contact you after the competition, Ai Gilbert."

Principal Fontana was stunned for a moment: "Okay... okay."

It was obvious that this person was very interested in this plan a few days ago.

Dumbledore picked up the teacup that was still warm, took a gentle breath, and smelled the fresh smell of the amphorae leaf powder in the polyjuice potion. He felt that handling affairs and telling cold jokes like a principal was better than boiling potions all night. To tire yourself out.

The dark maze was still silent. Only the occasional faint light showed that the game was not over yet. The audience and referees were eagerly waiting.

At the edge of the stands, torches were burning quietly, and the bright yellow flames burned out residual images in the dark night, like liquid medicine made from a magic stone. The little wizards were tired of shouting and standing, but the place was not clear. The chattering sounds gathered together, and the evening wind from the direction of the forest on a summer night brought the sound of insects and birds chirping, making people's brains hurt.

Just before Dumbledore put down the tea cup in his hand, two quick and fast curses suddenly shot from the direction of the stands.

The radiance of magic illuminated the faces of the judges, and the pupils of pairs of eyes suddenly shrank. Sitting for a long time made them relax their vigilance. It was not until the magic spell fell next to them that they heard the sharp voice of Professor McGonagall chanting the spell. into the ear.

"[Tongtong Petrochemical]"

"[The original shape appears]"

The quick and short beam of light penetrated Crouch's body, and his stature instantly shrank by a large margin. His originally well-tailored dress became wide and redundant, and his neatly combed short gray hair stood up and swayed. Pull it out long, and finally turn into a thick black hair.

Seeing a face that was somewhat similar to the young Barty Crouch, Karkaroff and Bagman were horrified and exclaimed in unison: "Little Barty Crouch!"

Professor McGonagall hurried over in a hurry. The old witch was wearing the cloak of the patrol. Two neat spells controlled the Death Eaters lurking inside the school. The dashing and heroic appearance of her youth was vaguely visible.

"The game continues, I have notified the Ministry of Magic..." Professor McGonagall did not look panicked at all.

It finally begins...

Dumbledore nodded calmly and said, "Minerva and I will handle this matter. Please ask the referees and commentators to continue to maintain the order of the game. I will give everyone an explanation after the Goblet of Fire is over."

Ms. Maxim and Principal Fontana were slightly surprised, but said nothing and allowed Professor McGonagall to use the levitation spell to lift the petrified Barty Crouch Jr. and walk toward the castle with Dumbledore.

Bagman's round blue eyes kept moving. Thinking of the capital invested in this game, his eyes flickered a few times, but he made no other movements.

Karkaroff opened and closed his mouth. He tilted his head and stared at the two free spaces next to him. His expression became more complicated, and his anxiety and panic became more intense.

……

I don't know since when, the stars and moon have been hidden in the thick night. Dark clouds and mist are constantly gathering from all directions, hanging thickly above the head, making people breathless, as if the sky has become lower.

The black clouds continued to surge and accumulate, slowly outlining a somewhat familiar black shadow. A huge skull condensed into shape, and slowly spit out a twisted and twisted poisonous snake.

“How many people have the guts to come back after feeling it?

“How many people would be foolish enough not to come?”

Voldemort had a proud look on his face, and his crimson-gleaming eyes scanned the dark cemetery. He paced back and forth between Harry and Bellatrix, his snake face twisted into a cruel smile.

"Harry Potter, you are standing on the bones of my father..." Voldemort's tone seemed to be teasing a dying pet, "How about I tell you about my family history? We have plenty of time. get along."

"He was a Muggle and an idiot... He abandoned my mother when she revealed her identity as a wizard..."

As a descendant of the Slytherin family, Merope Gaunt met the rich and handsome Muggle young master Tom Riddle on a sunny afternoon. After Gunter and his son were imprisoned, she used a love potion to successfully combine with her sweetheart.

The long-term relationship made Merope mistakenly believe that Riddle had true love for her. He removed the infatuation potion and voluntarily revealed his identity as a wizard, and was then abandoned... Merope hated magic from then on, and after giving birth to a child with difficulty, he was named Tom Horse. Volo Riddle himself died on New Year's Eve.

"Did you see that house?" Voldemort pointed to Riddle House on the hill in the distance. "That's not my home. I went back there later..."

This is the second time he has told this story. In the summer of 1943, Voldemort found out his life experience, returned to Little Hangleton, killed the Riddle family and put the blame on Morfin Gaunt...

Harry said nothing, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of his wand lying quietly on the grass a few steps away.

"Ah, I'm a little sad..." Voldemort said softly, "But fortunately, my real family is back."

The air was suddenly filled with the rustling of cloaks, and wizards were apparating in every dark place among the graves, behind the fir trees. They were all hooded and wearing bone masks.

Except for the last two figures who appeared, there was no cover on their faces. One was wearing a dark green robe, and the other was wearing an ill-fitting dress, with dripping blood oozing from his body.

Looking at the faces of the two people, the Death Eaters nearby were horrified and couldn't help but murmur:

"Barty Crouch Jr. and..."

"Severus Snape."

Chapter 501 Confrontation

The nearby Death Eaters unconsciously slowed down and followed the two, hiding behind their bone masks and looking at them cautiously, as if they couldn't believe their own eyes.

Voldemort waited there in silence, looking at Snape who stopped a few steps away with interest.

Barty Crouch Jr. could not hide his excitement and almost cried when he fell to his knees. He kissed the hem of Voldemort's black robe and whispered:

"Master...Master..."

He stood up, retreated behind Voldemort, and stood next to Bellatrix, looking enviously when he saw her new arms that were made of silver.

Snape glanced at Harry, who was imprisoned by the angel stone sculpture with a scythe. He did not move and stood there numbly. He seemed to be out of tune with the Death Eaters around him. Those people crawled to Voldemort on their knees one by one and kissed him softly. robes, then stood up and stepped aside, silently forming a circle around Tom Riddle's grave, Harry, Voldemort, and Snape.

There are still a few empty seats in the circle, seemingly waiting for others to join.

Voldemort's eyes fell on Snape, and he could see that those scarlet snake eyes were very interested in him, but he did not ask questions immediately, but turned his head and looked around at the hooded faces.

To be fair, Snape showed up with Barty Crouch Jr., and the headmaster's plan was already clear.

But whether the moody Voldemort would believe it, Loren didn't think so. Looking at the stiff situation in front of him, he felt nervous for his professor. He was not sure that he could rescue Cedric from Bellatrix. Saved Snape from Voldemort.

There was no wind in the quiet hills and the deserted cemetery, but a slight rustling sound swept through the crowd, as if everyone whose eyes were swept over shivered.

"Welcome, Death Eaters."

Voldemort was as calm as a frozen lake in late winter, but everyone knew that beneath the ice were turbulent waves that had been suppressed for more than ten years: "Thirteen years, it has been thirteen years since our last gathering. It seems like just yesterday, you responded to my call just like before...that is to say, we are still united under the Dark Mark, right?"

He raised his ferocious face, opened his slit-like nostrils and sniffed: "I smell guilt, the air here is filled with the stench of guilt..."

Loren shivered when he saw the circle of Death Eaters. It seemed that everyone wanted to retreat, but did not dare to move.

He couldn't tell if there was a smell of guilt from a distance, but fear was clearly visible to the naked eye.

"Thirteen years have passed, and now I see you standing in front of me again, healthy and sound, with the same magic power as before... I have to admit that I am disappointed that none of you have ever tried to find me!"

He walked past Snape without looking back, came to a member of the circle, and used his right hand to crush his mask: "Avery!"

The chosen Death Eater instantly collapsed and collapsed to the ground. He lay at Voldemort's feet, his whole body trembling from head to toe. He screamed: "Master! Master, forgive me! Forgive us!"

What responded to him was a cold and stern spell: "[Heart-piercing and Bone-cutting]"

"Ah! Ah..."

The Death Eater who fell on the ground was twisting in pain. Voldemort ignored his wails and screams and continued walking to the right as if he was unaware. His footsteps stopped in front of a slightly trembling figure and said softly: "Even you No...Lucius!"

The mask shattered in response, and Lucius Malfoy immediately knelt down: "My master, as long as I find a signal from you or news about you, I will immediately——"

"There were signals, my cunning friend, and they were not rumors, but you never acted." Voldemort interrupted coldly, "I heard that you have not given up your past actions, even though you pretended to be sanctimonious in front of the world. Face, I believe you are still willing to take the lead in torturing Muggles..."

"I am willing to serve you forever..." Lucius lowered his head and said piously.

"But you never looked for me. I know you thought I was finished. You thought I wouldn't make a comeback. You thought I couldn't defeat that despicable and vulgar leader, the protector of Mudbloods and Muggles. Ah Bu "Thinking of Dumbledore." Voldemort's tone was neither urgent nor slow, but his words made people feel chilled. "Some people have even sneaked back into my enemies and pledged their allegiance to him."

Hearing these words, the surrounding Death Eaters subconsciously looked at Snape, who was standing alone in the middle. Some were gloating, while others were showing pity.

Lucius's head dropped lower, almost touching the top of Voldemort's shoes.

Voldemort said lazily: "Lucius, you disappoint me... I hope you will serve me more loyally in the future."

"Of course, Master, of course... you are generous, thank you..."

"Crabbe!"

The Death Eater named Crabbe was tall, and his cloak and hood were bulging. He knelt down awkwardly, knelt on the ground and kissed Voldemort's robe: "Master, forgive me, Crabbe has always been loyal, you know Of, you know..."

"Indeed, you once provided me with some useful assistance, but not out of loyalty..." Voldemort looked down at him with trembling fat, "Your son is better than you and will be more loyal."

"My pleasure, Master..."

Crabbe muttered stupidly, his plump cheeks brushed across the weeds on the ground, and the leaves were covered with glistening water. It was unclear whether it was summer night dew, cold sweat, or some other liquid.

Walking to the side, he crushed one Death Eater's mask after another.

"Nott!"

"Master, I kneel before you. I am your most loyal servant..."

"Ah, and you, Goyle...you're going to be better this time, aren't you?"

"Yes, Master."

"McNeil, I heard that you are destroying dangerous beasts for the Ministry of Magic? There will be something better for you to destroy soon. MacNeil, Voldemort will provide..."

"Thank you, Master...thank you."

"Get up, all stand up..." Voldemort walked past the Death Eaters, his gaze no longer lingering.

"Although you have let me down, there are still people who have never wavered! Bellatrix, Barty..." He came to the two of them with a smile of approval: "You would rather be sent to Azkaban. You are unwilling to abandon me, and you are willing to help me obtain a physical body even if you risk your life...I promise that when we grow stronger again, you will receive rewards that you have never dreamed of. "

"I am willing to sacrifice everything for my master..." Bellatrix lowered her head and said, looking like a novice wearing silver-white gloves.

Voldemort stretched out his pale palms and stroked the hair of Barty Crouch Jr., diamond-like brilliance emerged from his palms, and said in a voice that only Harry and Bellatrix could hear:

"I know, I know, we are very similar. We both had extremely disappointing fathers. We both inherited our father's name with shame. We both killed our fathers happily..."

The wounds on Barty Crouch Jr. healed quickly, and in just a few seconds only dried blood remained. He knelt down without realizing it, looking up at Voldemort, with a crazy and strange light in his eyes.

"And you, Severus?"

Voldemort turned around and looked at him with his hollow, scarlet eyes, his cold eyes seeming to pierce into Snape's mind.

Snape's eyelids were half-lidded, and he knelt down with his right leg bent. His tone was still calm: "I will serve you."

Voldemort looked down at him and didn't speak for a long time. He turned around and looked at the two people with a smile: "Do you think he is still trustworthy?"

Loren's heart was in suspense, the crucial confrontation was coming.

Barty Crouch Jr. licked his lips and slowly talked about what happened not long ago.

……

The limbs were stiff and sore due to the petrification of the binding spell, and the eyes were covered with cloth and it was pitch black. After the sound of opening the door, it was quiet for a while, and only the sound of rummaging was left...

The lock cylinder of the secret box clicked seven times, and then the two old men pretended to be relaxed and relaxed...

Moody was really good at torturing people, but how could the pain of his flesh compare to the torture of the dementors in Azkaban... He probably had no other means, so he used that old guy to deceive him.

Even in the end, there was no Veritaserum, Dumbledore was confused, and the other professors at Hogwarts were pedantic and stupid. Could it be that Snape was also infected and forgot how to make Veritaserum?

"..."

The sound of the door closing sounded, and the dark space in my perception fell into complete silence.

The binding spell was once again placed on his body, and there were some insignificant wounds on his body. His wrists and ankles were fastened with Moody's special chains. Barty Crouch Jr. sat on a familiar chair, feeling quite at ease.

Familiar spaces always make people feel more relaxed. After all, he has been using this office for a year.

It's unclear how his identity was exposed. Maybe it was detected by the castle's defensive magic. After all, he was noticed by the magic dome when he entered the auditorium on the first day.

What a bunch of idiots. He destroyed the dome in front of everyone, but no one noticed anything was wrong. They thought the dome was simulating bad weather.

What if we catch him now and continue the game?

Witness the great Dark Lord winning the championship...

"laugh!"

It's a pity that I probably won't be able to witness Voldemort's return...

Barty Crouch Jr. sat quietly in his chair, his mind tangled with random thoughts, when he suddenly heard the door opening again.

"Squeak..."

……

"...Severus took me to escape. When we felt the call of the Dark Mark, we rushed here together."

Barty Crouch Jr. finished speaking impartially without expressing any opinions, as if he wanted to leave it to Voldemort to judge.

"Can't trust him!" Bellatrix yelled.

"Oh." Voldemort seemed very interested, "Why?"

"There are a hundred reasons!" Bellatrix clenched her silver prosthetic hand into a fist. "Starting from the beginning, where were you when the Dark Lord lost power? After he disappeared, why didn't you make any efforts to Looking for him?"

Snape smiled: "Of course I can answer, Bellatrix, I can answer all your questions! But before I answer you, I must explain! In the past ten years, many people here have Everyone has been talking about me behind my back, thinking that I betrayed the Dark Lord and took refuge in that old fool Dumbledore!"

Snape took a breath and said calmly and calmly: "But I must ask you, have I betrayed anyone? Do I use your names and your actions in exchange for rewards from the Ministry of Magic and Dumbledore?"