HP Princess bravely enters Hogwarts

The hot tea mist was steaming between the two of them, and Little Barty's right hand was already on the magic wand.

He suddenly realized that this secret room was covered with anti-Apparition spells, and the stuffed raven hanging in the corner had a prying red light in its eyes - the entire space was a carefully designed cage.

"Dumbledore couldn't see through the disguise, but the little girl from the Malfoy family saw through it?"

He pulled the corners of his stiff mouth, "It seems that the Dark Lord really underestimated..."

"Shh-"

Cygnus raised her index finger to her lips. "Don't scare people with that ridiculous name. Last Halloween, he attached himself to the back of Quirrell's head and looked like a moldy pickle."

Voldemort's most loyal subordinate, but is he really the most loyal?

In her opinion, Barty Jr. was Voldemort's most loyal subordinate.

But is he really absolutely loyal? He is just a poor fellow who is not trusted by his father and who worships power extremely in his heart.

He wandered in the darkness, longing for recognition, but chose the wrong direction.

"Perhaps you could consider pledging allegiance to someone else?"

Little Barty returned to his original appearance, lowered his eyes secretly, and his mind was like a rapidly running gear, quickly comparing the advantages of following Voldemort and the girl in front of him.

His back teeth were sore from biting, and his mind flashed back to the scene of seeing Cygnus in Knockturn Alley a few weeks ago.

——She stepped down from the carriage on the back of the goblin butler, her ermine cloak fluttering in the wind, sweeping across the muddy ground, followed by twelve wizards wearing silver masks.

"Change your allegiance?"

He scoffed and grabbed his teacup, clearly unimpressed by the girl's words, "You're not even old enough to participate in the Triwizard Tournament."

However, Segnus saw a hint of negotiation in his words and threw in her own chips.

"Why follow him? If he could really lead you to dominate the wizarding world, you wouldn't have been in such a state because of little Potter."

The girl's words echoed in little Barty's mind like a nightmare, haunting him and making him keep circling the question "why" in his mind.

Segnus did not force him, but just looked at him quietly.

Her purpose was simple, she just wanted to plant a thorn in little Barty's heart.

After all, there is a saying that goes well.

People's prejudice is a mountain.

But she just didn't believe it. Who says that bad people as defined by others can only be bad people forever?

She wanted to recruit powerful people to her side, and then use their power to protect herself and ascend to the supreme position.

It was unknown how long Little Batty thought about it. When the temperature of the tea gradually cooled down, he spoke again.

"Little brat, don't think I will listen to your provocation. I am not comparable to those idiots who follow you."

Segnus had long known that little Barty was not so easy to fool. After all, how stupid could someone be to get twelve Os in the wizard exam?

Just then, she saw the tip of the man's wand begin to tremble slightly, and she knew that the time had come.

Segnus gently tapped the tip of his staff, and the secret door of the basement slowly opened. A damp, musty smell mixed with the pungent scent of the water of life and death blew in the air.

A long ladder appeared before our eyes.

"The Weasley boy?"

Little Batty suddenly stopped.

In the basement laboratory, Percy Weasley was weighing dragon blood crystals with a silver scale.

The purple mist boiling in the crucible made his glasses look blue, and the prefect badge that had been ironed flat was now pinned askew on his faded robes.

Hearing footsteps, he sprinkled moonstone powder into the potion without looking up, and the liquid instantly solidified into bright amber.

"The seventeenth improvement of the truth serum."

Percy's voice suddenly sounded, "Thirty gallons of lying potion that can deceive Legilimency will be available next week."

Cygnus ran her fingertips over the cool brass pipes from which crimson liquid oozed.

Alchemical furnaces were embedded in every wall, Norwegian Ridgeback embryos floated in glass jars, and the corners were filled with banned books sealed with the Ministry of Magic - all "borrowed" from the Department of Mysteries.

"Does Dumbledore know that his good students are brewing these here?" Little Barty's sneer frosted in the humid air.

"Just like no one knew Barty Crouch's son was still alive."

As Cygnus turned around, her long platinum hair gently brushed the Dark Mark on Barty Jr.'s wrist.

She was very satisfied with Percy's current appearance, and she was always more tolerant of ambitious people.

Because she knows that these people can be used by her and help her achieve her goals.

Then, Segnus took little Batty on a tour of their headquarters.

The huge and complex headquarters made little Barty's heart beat violently. Everything here was something he had never seen in Voldemort's place.

At least Voldemort didn't have such a large place, not to mention that everyone inside had their own duties, and everything seemed so neat and orderly.

When they returned to the ground, it was raining heavily outside. The big raindrops hit the ground, splashing high water.

The raven sign cast a cross-shaped shadow under the lightning, which looked particularly strange.

Barty Jr. discovered that the "clerk" behind the counter was wiping silverware with basilisk venom - it turned out to be Antonin Dolohov, a Death Eater who had been wanted for three years, which shocked him again.

When the gears of the pocket watch turned to three in the morning, Barty Jr. finally tore open his clothes and revealed the Dark Mark.

Segnus dripped the scarlet potion on the mark, and instantly, a puff of green smoke rose from little Barty's skin. He curled up in pain with a distorted expression on his face.

"An improved version of the Fidelius Charm."

Segnus looked at the man struggling in pain, without a trace of pity in her eyes.

"You need to come to the Raven Shop to detoxify every week. Of course..."

She tossed the crystal bottle to Barty Jr., "If you prefer Nagini's digestive juices."

In fact, there is no need to do this at all, but she is worried.

Little Batty is a good dog, but if a dog is provoked, it will bite its owner, so it is essential to put a collar on the dog.

"What do you want me to do?"

Little Barty squeezed out these words from between his teeth. At this moment, the Dark Mark on his wrist had turned into a rotten gray-green color, emitting an unpleasant smell.

Segnus flicked her fingers to extinguish the torch, and darkness instantly engulfed the entire space.

Her voice came from all directions: "Keep playing Mad-Eye and do something with the Goblet of Fire. As for the Dark Lord..."

A leather notebook suddenly appeared in front of Little Batty. "Put your diary in the cabinet in the Room of Requirement every Wednesday and I will pick it up."

Little Batty, who had recovered, took the diary handed to him by Segnus. He knew that there was no turning back now.

He just wanted to prove himself, no matter who he followed.

A complex emotion surged in his heart, including reluctance, helplessness, and a hint of expectation.

One day, he will let his father know that he is not wrong and that everything he has done is to prove his own worth.