Harry Potter's Bastard

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

"No—Rozier is dead. Crouch said as he flipped through the thick parchment in his hand.

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

"Ha, I still hung the lottery when I killed him. Harry heard Moody say beside Dumbledore.

"Rozier is not an easy Death Eater to deal with. "The real Dumbledore is by Harry's side," Alastor met with fierce resistance in the process of capturing him, and finally had to end him. "

"I ...... I don't know, I've been locked up in Azkaban all along......" Karkaroff looked a little dazed.

"If you can't provide a more useful name...... Karkaroff, we will ...... you again"

"No-no-I still have a name!" Karkaroff knew too well what Crouch was going to say, he never wanted to go back to Azkaban, not to go back, he didn't even want to hear the name of that prison again for the rest of his life.

"Lukewood—he's that man's spy!" Karkaroff quickly uttered another name.

"Auguste Luckwood?" Crouch confirmed, "Is this Lukewood you're talking about the one from the Department of Mysteries?"

"That's right! it's him!" Karkaroff swallowed hard, "he's been delivering inside the Ministry of Magic to that guy all along—yes, that's right. "

Karkaroff smiled flatteringly at Crouch, revealing an ugly mouthful of yellow teeth.

The room was silent, and Lukewood was the eye of the mystery man?

"Good, we'll verify. "Crouch wrote something on parchment. "In the meantime, you'll be back in Azkaban waiting for news of the closer. "

"No! no—" Karkaroff roared frantically, "I have another name!"

The wizards in the conference room all looked at Karkaroff.

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

"I have testified to the Commission on this. Dumbledore next to Moody stood up, "Snape was indeed a Death Eater, but he was our informant before Voldemort fell. "

"No! he's not! he's a Death Eater! He's lying! Look at his arm!" Karkaroff was blocked by the spikes in the cage, unable to make aggressive movements, but he was still waving his left arm, "Just look at his arm and you'll know! He's a Death Eater!"

"Silence—" Crouch shouted, "if the witnesses can't provide stronger evidence, then this is the end of this meeting!"

Karkaroff knew very well what it would mean for him if the meeting ended here, and he would be back in that eerie prison again, in a cramped cell like a walking corpse. This was not the result that Karkaroff wanted, and he fought hard to get this opportunity, saying that he could not fail.

"Oh—I have another name—" Karkaroff looked at Crouch in disgust, "yes—a new, y'all you can't think of—"

"He was involved in the capture and torture of Oro with the Diamond Heart Curse: the Longbottoms. "

"Name! Name the man!"

Karkaroff shouted with all his strength: "Little Barty-Crouch!"

A man suddenly stood up, and before he could make any movements, he was already knocked out - before Harry even realized what was happening, a group of wizards rushed up and grabbed him

Karkaroff looked mockingly at Crouch, who was sitting in a daze, and laughed with pleasure, "That's right, your good son. "

As Barty Jr. was escorted out of the conference room, Harry could see his face clearly—the face he had seen in his dreams.

"Professor, it's him!" Harry shouted, pointing to Barty's back, "I saw him in my dream!"

"Of course...... Of course. "

"Teach you...... Already know?"

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

Back in the Headmaster's office, Harry couldn't wait to ask, "And what happened to him in the end?"

Of course Dumbledore knew who Harry was asking, "Barty Crouch sent his son to Azkaban with his own hands, and of course, even if he did, he wouldn't have been able to avoid a devastating blow to his reputation. You know, he was originally the most vocal candidate for the next minister, and his future was ruined. "

"How did little Barty escape?"

In fact, it is widely believed that Barty Jr. is dead. Dumbledore said, "Because there's his body." "

"?" Harry paused, "So—those dreams of mine—"

"I think those dreams you had are true—little Barty has escaped," Dumbledore looked at Harry, "in a way we don't know yet, but I think it has nothing 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 Malfoys in some ways, they are all Slytherins - the father is, and so are the sons, so they also have certain Slytherin characteristics. "

"But—"

"Nothing, for the sake of his own future, Barty can send his son to Azkaban with his own hands. But he couldn't bear to let the last heir of the Crouch family rot in Azkaban. As long as it doesn't go undetected, as long as it is planned properly, I think Barty will not hesitate to get his son out. "

"I remember!" Harry suddenly exclaimed, "Headmaster, at the Quidditch World Cup—that house-elf belonged to the Crouch family, and that empty seat in the box at the time...... And my wand! That must have been stolen by Barty Jr.!And he used my wand to fire 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 looks like he's been out of Barty's grip since then. Dumbledore muttered to himself.

"Out of—in control?" Harry was a little puzzled.

"If little Barty had really been taken out of Azkaban by his father, then Barty would have been firmly in control of his son. But it was clear that Barty Jr. was out of his father's grip at the World Cup. "

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

"Ahh Dumbledore said calmly, "But none of this has anything to do with you, Harry. "

"What ......"

"I want to ask you a few questions," Dumbledore looked Harry in the eye, "will you stick to your bottom line in the face of darkness? will you fight the darkness to the end, and will you be able to stand firm in the face of temptation or threat?"

"Of course, I'm not going to be like Peter!" said Harry, in no uncertain terms, "I'd rather die." "