Together [HP]

"Winky." Jacqueline walked to the table and sat down. She picked up the honey chicken wings on the plate and put them in her mouth. "How are you doing?" She seemed to be chatting with an old friend.But Winky hiccupped and stared stupidly at the fireplace in front of him.

"It looks like your master is in this castle, Winky. Didn't you think of going to meet him?" Winky's eyes flickered, two huge pupils fixed on Jacqueline, her body shook slightly again, she Say, "Lord, master, is master here?"

"Yeah," Jacqueline squinted at her, "only, I'm not sure we're talking about the same person, Winky. You see, according to sources, your little master, Barty Crouch Jr., If you don't remember, I can help you recall the memory."

"He was once tried as a Death Eater by his own father, your former master, Mr. Crouch, and then thrown into Azkaban, and then I heard that he died there. But," Jacqueline said to He Min raised her eyebrows, "We don't think so, Winky. I don't think Barty Jr. died in Azkaban, on the contrary, he escaped in some way. And both you and Mr. Barty Crouch know about it."

"Winky can't, uh, reveal the master's secret." She couldn't control herself at all, shaking violently, frowning, staring at Jacqueline absent-mindedly, "You, uh, you're meddling .”

"Meddling your own business?" Jacqueline snorted. "I've got nothing to do with the Death Eaters, Winky. And you'd better tell me the truth, because you're only going to say it if it's going to hurt you, and I'm It won't mind at all. As for the master? Need I remind you? Crouch has fired you, and your current master is Headmaster Dumbledore."

"It's all Winky's fault, Winky's fault." The elf twitched, her lower lip trembling, "Winky didn't listen to the master, Winky is a bad elf." Winky whimpered, tears flowing down again His cheeks fluttered down, "My poor Mr. Crouch, what should he do without Shining? He needs me, he needs my help! I should take care of Mr. Crouch's family from my birth, in the Before me, it was my mother, and before her, it was my grandmother... oh, what would they say if they knew Winky was released? Oh, shame, what a shame!"

"Oh," Jacqueline stopped Hermione, who wanted to comfort Winky, and she laughed, as if she had been waiting for this sentence, "so you still think Mr. Crouch is your master. "

"He will always be my master." Winky cried, lifting her tear-stained face from under her skirt, staring at Jacqueline with wide eyes, "without Winky, what should he do."

"Very good." Jacqueline nodded in satisfaction. She stretched out her hand to Hermione. Hermione looked at her inexplicably. After wiping his hands clean, he put the handkerchief back into his pocket, doing it so smoothly, as if everything was taken for granted, "Then you must know Mr. Darien Crouch."

Winky's crying stopped immediately, as if someone had read a stop cry to her.

"You'd better tell me the truth, or you'll know what he did to those disobedient elves."

"I can't say, I can't say." Winky shook her head desperately, her two big ears hit her face, "Winky is a bad elf, Winky failed to do what the master ordered, I can't say, We will be in trouble. Why do you meddle in my master's private affairs! Why can't you let us go?"

She yelled, and all the people in the kitchen and the elves looked at them.

Jacqueline's eyes turned cold, she grabbed Shining's neck and lifted her up, and walked straight to a room in the kitchen.

Hermione jumped up straight away, hastily following Jacqueline.

It was the room where the house-elves rested, and the elves in it were startled when they saw them.

"Let's all go out." Jacqueline looked at them and said, and they hurried out in a swarm.

"Tell me the truth, Winky! What will make you unlucky because of something?" Jacqueline threw Winky on the chair, Hermione followed and wanted to say something, but Jacqueline raised her hand and stopped her, "Quiet , Hermione!"

Hermione hugged her elbows uneasily behind her. She tried to stop Jacqueline, but she stayed where she was.

"If you don't tell me, Winky! Then I'll go find Darien! You don't want to see this!" Jacqueline leaned on the table and shouted at Winky.

"It's her fault, it's her fault." Winky sobbed, "Why did she come to peek at the master's secret, why can't she let us go?"

"Who is she? Who is she!"

"I don't know, I don't know her!" Winky screamed, "She's a fat witch, she wants the owner to sign a document. She should just wait in the living room, why did she follow Winky Kitchen! Why are you coming down!"

"Little Barty? Crouch is dead or not!" Jacqueline asked directly, roaring.

But Winky refused to say, she just shook her head desperately.

"Tell me!" Jacqueline grabbed her by the neck and pinned her against the wall, Hermione shrieking in terror behind her. "I command you, elf! Tell me!"

"The master is a good man, the master is a good man." Winky began to cry loudly again. "Bad Winky, bad Winky, Winky can't tell the master's secret, Winky can't tell!"

"Don't force me!" Jacqueline's wand slipped out of her cuff, pointing at Winky, "I don't mind killing you, elf!"

"Let her go, let her go!" shrieked Hermione, crying in her voice. "We have other ways, don't kill her, Jacqueline, I beg you."

Jacqueline gasped heavily, she stared at Winky viciously, the veins on the back of her hands were all protruding, as long as she exerted force, Winky would be a corpse.

"If you kill her, we'll get nothing." Hermione yelled, stomping her feet, her tears falling to the ground, "You're not a murderer, Jacqueline, I don't want Who are you."

Jacqueline stared at Winky, she was like a choked spider, swaying her limbs hopelessly.

Her life is in my hands, Jacqueline said to herself, just like my father did back then.

"Let her go, Jacqueline, I beg you."

Jacqueline turned her head slowly. She stared at Hermione, who was crying and scratching her face nervously.

"Kill her, and you will get nothing."

Jacqueline watched Winky, who swayed less and less, like a pale doll.

Jacqueline snorted contemptuously, she withdrew her hand, and Winky fell to the ground, screaming and crying, kicking her legs around like a giant rag doll.

"It seems that Mr. Crouch is not as perfect as you imagined." Jacqueline turned and said coldly to Hermione.

"Do we have to do this?" Hermione looked a little broken, she hugged Jacqueline, leaned on her shoulders, wrapped her neck with her left hand, and hugged her waist tightly with her right hand, "We Do you have to hurt her?"

"There are many people in this world, just like Skeeter, if you talk to them well, they will never listen." Jacqueline patted Hermione on the back, but her tone was still cold, "Skeeter and Winky , they can all avoid these troubles, not all of them deserve to be treated in the same way by you."

"There must be another way," Hermione sobbed, "There must be."

"I hope you can find it," Jacqueline said softly.

"Are you really sure that elf didn't lie?" In the last week of May, Jacqueline, Hermione and Ron were in the library together, and Harry, he was called by Professor McGonagall to see the third What is the project.During this time, Hermione and the others were often there to study what secret Jorkins had seen of Crouch.As for Jacqueline, she continued to practice her Animagus leisurely.It's as if nothing ever happened. "Maybe it could just be..."

"I've told you so many times, Ron." Hermione interrupted him impatiently, she didn't want to think about what happened that day again.

"I still don't understand. If Jorkins knew Mr. Crouch's secret, she would make it known," said Ron. "My dad always said she couldn't keep her mouth shut. But this What does it have to do with us?"

"Jacqueline... Jacqueline and I think that Crouch Jr. may not be dead yet." Hermione glanced at Jacqueline quickly, "It is very likely that what Harry saw on the map that day was Jacqueline Crouch, the son of Mr. Crouch."

"That's impossible," said Ron. "Nobody escapes Azkaban. Oh, except for a cold."

"Who has the cold?" Jacqueline looked up from McGonagall's notebook.

"That's Black," said Hermione.Ron grumbled unhappily across from her. "Jacqueline is not an outsider, and she already knows." Hermione flattened her mouth, "If it weren't for her help, we would still be bringing food to Black every week. But I want to know, if it is really Little Crouch, how did he escape from Azkaban? He can't be an unregistered Animagus, right?"

"Speaking of Animagus," Jacqueline tapped the table with the quill, "how is your research on Skeeter going?"

"Animagus is indeed a possibility." Hermione said with a frown, "but what kind of animal must she turn into so that the teachers on this campus won't find out?"

"I told you to leave that woman alone," said Ron, writing his paper. "If you're right, where is Crouch Jr.? Is it possible he's still at Hogwarts?" Z?"

"If your friend Harry Potter hadn't given that map to Professor Moody, we can at least confirm whether he is still at Hogwarts now." Jacqueline said, smacking her mouth.

"Don't be an afterthought, Graham. Come up with an idea if you can."

"Idea?" Jacqueline was amused. "Okay, Weasley, why don't you go to Professor Moody and steal his bottle, and let's see if it's Polyjuice Potion in there."

"Why are you staring at Professor Moody!" Ron said dissatisfied, "I don't think Crouch Jr. has the ability and energy to make compound soup, and as a Death Eater, why would he teach us?" How to resist black magic."

"Of course, of course." Jacqueline nodded, "It's just that you want an idea, so I'll give you one. If you finally confirm that the bottle is not Polyjuice Potion, you can just put it back."

"Stop messing with him, Jacqueline." Hermione glared at Jacqueline, and Jacqueline snorted from her throat, "If it was little Crouch who appeared at Hogwarts, then Crouch Where did Mr. Qi go?"

"I think he should be under house arrest in his own home." Jacqueline didn't continue to entangle Ron, she closed McGonagall's notebook, "I was still wondering why he was under house arrest a while ago, and now I guess Yes, probably because someone didn't want him to keep Crouch Jr. alive and tell others about it at Hogwarts."

"But who would do that?" Hermione wrapped her quill around her chin. "And why did little Crouch come to Hogwarts?"

"Who do you think would and could send a former Death Eater to Hogwarts?" Jacqueline said, raising her eyebrows.

"You mean..." Hermione looked at Jacqueline, and Jacqueline's eyes dodged for a moment, "He? But why?"

"My inference is that he knew from Jorkins that there was a Triwizard Tournament at Hogwarts this year, and that Crouch Jr. was still alive. But Weasley was right, and I've been wondering if Jorkins Knowing this, why didn't she tell others. But if you continue to talk about it..."

At this time, there was a loud voice on the campus, "I would like to invite all the students to go back to their own lounges." Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the campus, "And, I would like to invite all of you Everyone stay there and don't move."

"What happened?" There was a commotion in the library immediately, and Mrs. Pince started yelling at them, telling them to pack their schoolbags and go back.

"I don't know at all." Jacqueline shook her head firmly. "It's just that the last time something like this happened, it was Black, oh, your cold, sneaking into the school and scratching your janitor."

"Hopefully it's not someone else sneaking in this time," said Ron.

Jacqueline shrugged, said goodnight to Hermione, and headed for the Slytherin lounge.