[hp] stay out of it

Little Crouch struggled on the ground for a while, and finally angrily stopped his futile attempts, lying on the ground and attacking everyone who looked at him with vicious eyes.I looked at him and realized that this guy was the only one that the unrisen Voldemort could count on. If he was caught, Voldemort might not be able to find a second loyal and capable person to take Harry there His resurrection ritual—in other words, Crouch Jr.'s activities carried heavy expectations of you-know-who.

Voldemort was probably going mad with rage by now.

Professor Dumbledore took the clarified liquid that Snape handed over, he turned around and looked at Mr. Crouch in a trance in the soft chair, and said to him softly: "Barty, this is a strong potion. Veritaserum, your son is so involved in Voldemort's business that we're afraid we'll have to use it on him."

Crouch was covered with two long blankets. Even though Dumbledore used several complex healing spells on him just now and helped him drink a small bottle of recovery potion that looked precious, he still looked a little unclear. Chu.It took him two seconds to understand what the Headmaster was saying, and then he nodded with some difficulty, no emotion in his gray eyes.

Snape stepped forward to help little Crouch sit up straight, and Professor McGonagall conjured up a clean bottle to fill the eyeballs on the floor. When the headmaster was about to unscrew the bottle cap, Sirius finally endured He couldn't stop interrupting, "With all due respect, Headmaster. But shouldn't someone with a criminal record back away before questioning a Death Eater?"

Dumbledore frowned, and before he could speak, the little Crouch on the ground yelled, because the long rope strangled his mouth, so the words he cursed were ambiguous, but it should sound obvious "" The word "traitor".

Snape lowered his head and glanced at little Crouch indifferently, and took his words: "I did betray the Dark Lord..." He looked up at Sirius coldly: "But it's better than betraying someone who trusted you." Friends are more honorable."

Professor McGonagall gave Sirius a reassuring look, and said to Snape, "Severus, that's actually not..."

Snape didn't finish his sentence. This was the second time he saw this "old friend" in more than ten years. Of course, he would not let go of the opportunity to present all the vicious words accumulated in his heart to the other party.He said viciously: "Or perhaps high-born Blake thought it a feat to boast of ruining the family of his professed friend?"

Sirius' response was, of course, an instant jinx, and Snape almost went to draw his wand after saying that, so four spells had been shot back and forth in the room when Dumbledore stopped him. . "I hope you can learn to distinguish between priorities!" Professor Dumbledore built a barrier in the middle of the room, blocking the last two spells: "Also, maybe you should also consider your own identities instead of being a bad example. "

Everyone in the room looked at me.Because Snape's words not only hurt Sirius, but also definitely offended Helen, mother and son, I, who had a deep entanglement with this family, felt a sense of common hatred—I was hesitant to be here just now. In a magical duel, he didn't have time to put down his wand now.

Sirius and Snape exchanged one last stare, then looked back at me, reached for my head with a big hand, and savagely—

kneaded...

"My son!" he said proudly.

Professor McGonagall sighed disapprovingly at Sirius' unusual educational attitude.Professor Snape looked at the Crouch father and son, and then at us, his eyes full of malicious expectations for the future.

"Perhaps we should focus on business?" Professor Dumbledore swung his wand, repairing a solid Gryffindor lion that had been damaged by Snape's spell just now.He turned to Snape and said, "I hope you can let go of your prejudices. Now, help me get Mr. Crouch on the ground, we need to ask him something - he was recognized by Moody gestural action."

"Mad-Eye?" Snape obviously didn't expect a Death Eater to be tricked by posing as an Auror, and he got a mocking sneer from Sirius.

Snape ignored him, bent down and dragged little Crouch across the open space of the room, leaning him against Professor McGonagall's carved desk, and little Crouch stared at him fiercely.

Snape sneered, straightened up and said to the headmaster, "Dumbledore, Moody greeted me with that look from the commencement ceremony—maybe he was switched before then."

"Oh, so early? But his house did make a fuss during the summer vacation. Remember the news about the trash can, Albus?" Professor McGonagall said nervously.

Dumbledore nodded and said, "That's true... oh, wait a minute."

A raven passed through the wall and landed on the back of the chair, and said in Professor Flitwick's voice, "Albus, there is indeed doubt here - the sight glass, large and small, has been intentionally broken, covered quite thickly. A layer of dust, it looks like it has stopped working for a long time. Not at all like that cautious guy in Alastor would do. I tested the life response with a charm in the largest box, but without the key , you have to give me some time before I can open it."

"He has been hiding in school for half a semester, a Death Eater! Merlin, he will teach the students something!" Professor McGonagall's face became very ugly, obviously regretting that he didn't give more to the little one just now. Crouch a few jinxes.

boom.The porcelain cup beside Mr. Crouch's table was knocked to the ground, the honey water seeped into the carpet, and the cup rolled far away——Mr. Crouch, who had been silent for a long time, seemed to have finally regained his strength, and he staggered He took a big step forward and grabbed Dumbledore's robe: "Dumbledore!"

Everyone thought that his soul had been taken again, but almost in the next instant, three spells followed without mercy.But Dumbledore stopped the attack with the Armor Charm: "It's okay. He is awake." As he spoke, he supported Mr. Crouch, whose legs were trembling, and he slid down involuntarily, and helped him back into the chair. Said to him in a calm tone: "I am Dumbledore."

Mr. Crouch didn't look sober, his eyes were frantic and his head was covered with sweat, as if he had just woken up from a terrible nightmare.He grabbed Dumbledore's front and refused to let go, panting heavily.

"Slow down. Relax," said Professor Dumbledore, casting him another Tranquility Charm.

"Dumbledore?" Crouch seemed to have regained a little sanity, his eyes were in focus, but he still firmly grasped the headmaster's robe, and he said incoherently in a hoarse voice: "Oh, I hope... hope... ...I did something stupid, Dumbledore! So stupid ... I must let you know!"

Little Crouch, who was lying there obediently, struggled, kicked a chair over, and made a loud noise.

"Stunning." Sirius knocked him out impatiently.

Everyone in the office subconsciously held their breath to listen to Mr. Crouch's next words—Mr. Crouch's expression was so desperate, even though he looked a little crazy, he still managed to infect the ominous atmosphere to everyone.

"It's my fault...it's my fault, Bertha...my son...it's my fault," he said, with the regret almost materialized in his eyes, "you must know the news—he's back."

"Who?" Several voices asked eagerly in unison, "Who is back?"

Mr. Crouch's face was bloodless, and he seemed to be dying in a second. He didn't care that so many people were staring at him.His eyes were protruding, and he just stared at Dumbledore: "He's back, Dumbledore, the Dark Lord is back."

Before everyone reacted to this huge bad news, my five senses were suddenly confused, my consciousness was turned upside down, and I fell to my knees in the sudden twirling.

It's finally here... I only had time to think about it, and the last thing I saw was Sirius' hand to help me, and the other movements of the professor guarding his surroundings.

……

I opened my eyes and found myself in the school infirmary.The trolley at the foot of the bed was piled—no doubt—innumerable and varied vials.

I was the only one in the ward, and I didn't even see Mr. Crouch—he was so weak under the Imperius Curse for so long, shouldn't he be recuperating nearby?

How is the situation now?I need this answer.Dumbledore knew the news of Voldemort's return more than half a year in advance, what would he do in response?Having said that, why is no one watching me in the ward, who do I go to ask questions?

I shook my head and tried to move around. My body is very healthy, and more importantly, it is also very flexible. Just now, for a moment, I thought I was going to be out of my wits, but it turned out that I just fell asleep again.

This unscientific.

Standing in the nurse's office of the magic school, I said to myself.

order……

The truth of the world is always elusive, I thought, but at least this time I was alive.

I opened the curtains and realized that it was midnight and the sky was dotted with beautiful stars.I slept from noon till midnight?I looked back at the empty bedside table, and there was not a single gift on it, which meant that everyone probably didn't have time to visit me.

What is the situation now?Why am I still alive and well?I desperately need an answer.After looking around and failing to find my gown, I simply used my wand to transform the hospital gown into a school uniform—but a little scruffy and not very refined.I walked over lightly and saw Madam Pomfrey sleeping soundly in her room, so I left without disturbing her.

It’s been a long time since I wandered around Hogwarts at night. The breeze outside the window brought various insects, which seemed to be close to my ears. The moonlight gently outlined the structural lines of this British-style castle.I walked briskly through all kinds of strange aisles, and decided to go to Professor Flitwick to ask about the situation. When I arrived near Ravenclaw Tower, I found that the armor I knocked off when I was riding a broom during the day had been knocked down stood up.

Walking to Professor Flitwick's office, I knocked on the door, let my pocket patron saint slip in to deliver the message, and then said to the bitter Helena who accompanied me all the way: "Well, thank you, I'm here ...Eh, yes, wait a minute."

Helena looked at me with her beautiful, pitiful eyes, and I thought I'd rather talk to her blood-spattered old enemy, Barrow. "Miss Ravenclaw, do you know what day it is?"

She looked up at the moon hanging in the sky, then turned to tell me, "Number 24."

Did I really only sleep half the day?Or……

"Wait a minute. November 24th, right?" Out of caution, I asked again.

She winked and said to me, "Happy Christmas Eve."

Then Helena gracefully disappeared behind the corner of the corridor.

—much more pleasing to the eye than Barrow's way of disappearing into the wall at every turn, I thought.

All right.Today is Christmas Eve.

That makes sense.

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Looking forward to a warm Christmas XD Now my mind is full of holy~night.kneel.