The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"Keep everybody in their seats!" Fudge shouted.

Dumbledore walked a few steps to Sirius' side and said, "Sirius, Harry needs to rest now. We have to send him to the hospital wing first."

There are too many people here. Neither the news of Voldemort's comeback nor the strange "summoning" ritual mentioned by Harry are suitable for too many people to know.

Madam Pomfrey, who was pushed aside by Sirius, had quickly checked the body of Cedric Diggory, who looked expressionless. Under Mr. Diggory's nervous gaze, she exhaled, "The effect of the antidote will disappear soon after you drink it, don't worry."

"As long as he rests for a period of time, he will be completely well again."

"That's good, that's good..." Mr. Diggory said excitedly, hugging Cedric Diggory tightly and crying with joy.

"Mr. Dumbledore," Harry looked at Dumbledore, "There are still many wizards there. We must rescue them quickly."

Dumbledore patted Harry's arm soothingly, "Just tell us the exact location. You need to rest now."

Harry and Cedric Diggory were sent to the hospital wing, and the other professors and officials were divided into two groups. One group went to rescue people based on the information provided by Harry, and the other group stayed in Hogwarts to discuss what to do next.

Harry lay in the medical wing, looking at the ceiling quietly. Everything he had experienced tonight kept replaying in his mind. The feeling of escaping death was too exciting for him. Even though his body was very tired, he still couldn't feel sleepy.

Harry heard footsteps approaching from afar. He grabbed the wand under the pillow like a frightened bird and sat up straight.

"Mr. Crouch?" Harry looked at the man who appeared at the door of the ward and relaxed his guard a little.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Potter." Barty Crouch Sr. sat down beside Harry's bed. "I'm just a little worried about you staying here alone."

He looked down at Harry's wound which was covered by the quilt and asked with concern, "How is it? Does the wound still hurt?"

"It's much better now." Harry's voice was still a little trembling.

"Perhaps I can help you take a look."

"Thank you, but Madam Pomfrey has already taken care of it." Harry pursed his lips and thanked him in a low voice.

"Harry, tell me about your experience tonight," Barty Crouch Sr. stood up and walked around. "What was it like standing in front of him?"

"Who?"

"The Dark Lord."

This title made Harry feel a strange emotion in his heart, but he didn't take this little episode to heart.

"I......"

"I don't know," Harry whispered, "It's like I'm stuck in my worst nightmare."

A nightmare that I can never wake up from.

Harry, with his head half lowered and immersed in his own thoughts, did not notice that old Barty Crouch's cheeks were shaking unnaturally.

"Then what? What happened?"

"He took us to a secret room." Harry trembled even more violently when he recalled the eerie altar. He could even hear the sound of teeth chattering.

"Oh, altar, was the summoning ritual successful?" Old Barty Crouch's voice suddenly became eager.

"Altar...?" Harry clutched his wand. "I don't remember ever saying altar."

"How do you know?"

"Answer me!" demanded Barty Crouch Sr., as he whipped around and grabbed Harry's shoulders.

"Successfully..." Harry answered stutteringly. He noticed that there seemed to be countless bugs wriggling under the other person's face.

An inexplicable fear suddenly swept over Harry's body.

Obviously, the man in front of me is someone else in disguise...

"If the Dark Lord had achieved his wish, he would never have allowed you to continue living in this world!"

"Really, it worked, but..."

"Just what!" Barty Crouch Sr. shook Harry's shoulders vigorously.

"But he was killed by the devil..."

"You're lying!" The man looked almost crazy, "The great Dark Lord won't die so easily!"

"Imagine how he will reward me." The man in front of Harry had changed his appearance in an instant. He looked no more than thirty years old, with slightly sunken cheeks and cold eyes like a venomous snake, locking onto Harry tightly: "When he knows that I killed the great Harry Potter for him."

Harry seized the opportunity and sent a Disarming Charm at him, but not only was his magic easily blocked by the other party, but even his wand was knocked away.

"Ha, you don't think that you can win by your own ability, do you?"

"If it weren't for me, you would have died in the first game!"

"It's you..." Harry's eyes widened in horror.

"Of course it's me! Do you think that stupid fellow Sirius could have thought of the chinweed? Or do you think you could be the first to touch the trophy without me helping you get rid of your opponents in the maze?"

"Your victory was all controlled by me! Stupid and arrogant Potter." The man said as he waved his wand and prepared to cast the deadly spell.

Then......

Then he was kicked away by Sebastian.

His body knocked over several beds and then slammed hard into the wall. He fainted without a sound.

The Shire cat sitting on Sebastian's shoulder: ...

Harry, still in shock: ...

Dumbledore and others rushed over after noticing something was wrong:

"Sorry," Sebastian pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and explained to the dazed crowd in a gentle voice, "I was in a hurry and didn't control my strength well."

Everyone looked at the distance between Sebastian and the man and was silent for a while.

"Well," Howard took the initiative to break the silence, pointing at the man who was slumped in the corner like a puddle of mud. "If I'm not mistaken, that man should be Barty Crouch Jr."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The wizards who came over together started talking.

"how come?"

"Isn't he dead?"

“I remember it happened two years ago.”

"Indeed, I saw his body with my own eyes..."