Big Boss In The Harry Potter World

"Rozier——Evan Rozier——" Karkaroff's weak voice came from the iron cage.

"No - Rozier is dead." Crouch said while flipping through the thick parchment in his hand.

"Dead?" Karkaroff seemed a little surprised, and his first name lost its effect.

"Ha, I failed when I killed him." Harry heard Moody say next to Dumbledore.

"Rozier is not an easy Death Eater to deal with." The real Dumbledore stood next to Harry. "Alastor encountered fierce resistance during the process of capturing him, and in the end he had no choice but to kill him."

"I...I don't know, I have been locked up in Azkaban..." | Karkaroff looked a little dazed.

"If you cannot provide a more useful name... Karkaroff, we will rename you..."

"No - no - I still have a name!" Karkaroff knew very well what Crouch was going to say. He never wanted to go back to Azkaban again, not to mention the name he got. He never wanted to hear it again in his life.

"Lukewood——he is the spy of those 05 people!" Karkaroff said another name quickly.

"August Rookwood?" Crouch confirmed, "Is the Rookwood you are talking about the one from the Department of Mysteries?"

"That's right! That's him!" Karkaroff swallowed hard, "He has been passing on the inside information of the Ministry of Magic to that person - yes Ding is right."

Karkaroff smiled ingratiatingly at Crouch, showing his ugly yellow teeth.

The conference room was quiet. Is Luke Wood the spy of the mysterious person? This is indeed information that they have never mastered.

"Very good, we will verify it." Crouch wrote something on the parchment. "In the meantime, you will return to Azkaban to wait for further news.

"No! No -" Karkaroff roared wildly, "I still have a name!"

The wizards in the conference room all looked at Karkaroff.

"Yes - I have another name - Severus Snape!" Karkaroff gasped.

"I have asked the committee to testify about this." Dumbledore stood up next to Moody, "Snape was indeed a Death Eater, but he became our informant before Voldemort fell."

"No! He's not! He's a Death Eater! He's lying! Look at his arms!" Karkaroff was blocked by the spikes on the cage and couldn't make drastic movements, but he was still waving himself "Just look at his arm and you will know! He is a Death Eater!"

"Quiet -" Crouch shouted, "If the witness cannot provide stronger evidence, then this meeting will end!"

Karkaroff knew very well what it would mean for him if the meeting ended here, and he would go back to that eerie prison again, staying in a small cell like a walking zombie. This was not the result Karkaroff wanted. He worked hard to get this opportunity and could not fail.

"Oh - I have another name -" Karkaroff looked at Crouch with hatred, "That's right - a new name that none of you can think of -"

"He was involved in the capture and torture of Oro: The Longbottoms."

"Name! Say that person's name!"

Karkaroff shouted with all his strength: "Barty Jr.—Crouch!"

A man stood up suddenly, and before he could make any move, he was knocked down - before Harry even realized what happened, a group of wizards rushed to catch him

Karkaroff looked mockingly at Crouch, who was sitting dumbly, and laughed happily, "That's right, your good son."

When little Barty was escorted out of the conference room, Harry also saw his face clearly - the face he had seen in his dream.

"Professor! That's him!" Harry pointed at Barty's back and shouted, "That's him I saw in my dream!"

"Of course... of course."

"Professor, you...already know?"

"I don't know everything. I only confirmed his specific identity not long ago." Dumbledore grabbed Harry's arm, "We can go back."

After returning to the principal's office, Harry couldn't wait to ask: "What happened to him in the end?"

Dumbledore certainly knew who Harry was asking, "Barty Crouch personally sent his son to Azkaban. Of course, even if he did this, he could not avoid a devastating blow to his reputation. You know, originally he He is the most popular candidate to be the next minister, and his future has been ruined."

"Then how did little Barty escape?"

"Actually, the outside world generally believes that Barty Jr. is dead." Dumbledore said, "Because there is his body."

"?" Harry was stunned for a moment, "So - those dreams of mine -"

"I think those dreams you had are true - little Barty escaped." Dumbledore looked at Harry, "in a way we don't know yet, but I think it has something to do with his father.

"But he's not—"

"Sent to Azkaban by his father?" Dumbledore smiled, "Maybe I didn't make it clear to you - the Crouch family is similar to the Malfoy family in some ways, their family is the same. Slytherin's - the father is, and so is the son, so they also have some of Slytherin's characteristics."

"But---"

"There is nothing but, for the sake of his own future, Barty can personally send his son to Azkaban. But he is unwilling to let the last descendant of the Crouch family die in Azkaban. As long as he is not discovered, As long as the plan is right, I think Buddy will get his son out without hesitation.

"I remember 667!" Harry suddenly shouted, "Headmaster, at the Quidditch World Cup - the house elf was from the Crouch family, and the empty seat in the box at that time... And my wand! That must have been stolen by Barty Jr.! And later he used my wand to shoot the Dark Mark!"

Harry was a little incoherent, and those broken clues suddenly appeared in his mind, which made his mind a little confused.

"Well, it seems that he has been out of Barty's control since then." Dumbledore murmured to himself.

"Out of control?" Harry didn't understand.

"If Barty Jr. was really taken out of Azkaban by his father, then Barty will definitely control his son firmly. But it is obvious that Barty Jr. escaped from his father's control during the World Cup .”

"Then Mr. Crouch..." Harry seemed to realize something.

"Ah - yes, I think Barty may be in a bad situation now." Dumbledore said calmly, "But this has nothing to do with you, Harry."

"What......"

"I want to ask you a few questions," Dumbledore looked into Harry's eyes. "In the face of darkness, will you stick to your bottom line? Will you fight the darkness to the end? In the face of temptation or threats, can you stand firm? What do you mean?"

"Of course! I will never be like Peter!" Harry said decisively, "I would rather die than that.".