HP: By the lake of Snake Garden, flowers bloom on the other side

Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Barty Crouch Jr. unscrewed the lid of the flask and drank the polyjuice potion inside.

What a bother, why has no one improved Polyjuice Potion?

The thought flashed through his mind before being interrupted by a thud in the box.

He stood up and limped over.

He kicked the box with his good leg and said fiercely, "Be honest."

The man kicked the box with his feet, but there was a louder banging sound inside the box.

Mad-Eye Moody, who was curled up inside, wanted to escape from this narrow and oppressive place, but he had no choice but to struggle desperately.

If someone could open this thing, they could be saved.

Barty Crouch Jr. licked his lips nervously, his magic eyes turning.

He picked up Moody's wand and cast the spell, and the box fell silent.

If you weren't alive and useful to the master, you would have died long ago.

Little Barty Crouch sat in front of the table, took out the ordinary parchment commonly used by students and wrote his name in imitation of Harry Potter's handwriting.

Barty Crouch Jr. finished writing it quickly without any pause.

I have long thought about how to use this Triwizard Tournament, and I also contributed to the promotion of this competition.

Let the boy who died long ago appear in front of the master and make his due contribution to the master's resurrection plan.

The master will definitely return and lead the Death Eaters to glory.

Speaking of glory, Barty Crouch Jr. thought of the three traitors.

All deserve to die.

Lucius Malfoy, both sides, damn it.

Severus Snape, the man who betrayed his master and became Dumbledore, deserves to die.

Karkaroff deserves to die too.

In order to be able to pick oneself out, so many Death Eater lists were provided. Allowing this reckless fool to catch them and render their master useless.

Barty Crouch Jr. glanced at the box next to him, thinking about Moody's misery inside, and couldn't help laughing.

Wasn't such a powerful Auror still caught by me?

Barty Crouch Jr. thought of Severus Snape's traitorous goddaughter Lycoris, who disobeyed his orders and refused to allow him to use the Imperius Curse.

I really want to give her to the master.

Barty Crouch Jr. licked his lips, imagining how his master would see her.

The matter of Lycoris becoming a warrior was controlled by her deliberate public opinion and did not become a hot spot. Coupled with the good reputation of the charity club for four years, there was overwhelming encouragement and praise.

Mr. Potter's life is not so good compared to that of Billie Corliss.

The Gryffindor students overwhelmingly believed that he had signed up on his own, but their attitudes towards him were different.

"How did you manage to register successfully? Neither of us brothers could do it." This was Fred, who was curious.

"What potion did you use? It didn't turn out white beard and white hair!" This was George who "accused" Harry.

"Harry is really awesome!" This was the adoring Ginny.

"I must take a lot of photos of our Gryffindor warriors!" This is Colin.

Seeing Harry being surrounded by everyone, Ron Weasley rolled his eyes unhappily and sat in the corner angrily.

Obviously she has always been best friends with him, but he signed up secretly without telling her.

Ron watched Hermione look up at Harry. The two of them didn't know what they were talking about, and Harry kept nodding.

I won't go there!

Licolis followed the phoenix until they reached the Forbidden Forest.

"I want you to protect him."

Licolis thought this was really crazy, and raised her hooded chin slightly.

"Sir, I don't understand what you mean."