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of.Of course, the imposter needs to keep the real Moody around so he can keep making the potion.You look at his hair. Dumbledore looked at Moody standing next to him and said, "It has been cut for a year, do you see any irregularities?"But I think our fake Moody may have gotten too excited tonight and forgot to take his meds on time - just wait and see. "

Dumbledore conjured some chairs out of nowhere and sat down, but the real Moody refused. He insisted on standing on his wooden legs, monitoring the impostor with a good eye.Their eyes were on Moody struggling in his chair.Harry stared at him too.Time passed by in silence.

Watching and watching, the man's face changed, the scars gradually disappeared, the skin became smoother, and the mutilated nose grew and shrunk.The long gray hair was shortening, becoming a pale yellow.In the empty eye sockets that lack magic eyes, real eyes grow.Harry saw lying in front of him a man with pale, slightly freckled skin and tousled fair hair.He recognized the man, had seen it in Dumbledore's Pensieve.

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor.First Snape came back, then Sirius came back with Winky.

Scruffy Winky poked her head out from Sirius' feet.It opened its mouth wide and let out a piercing scream.

"Master Batty, Master Batty, what are you doing here?"

"He's only under the Imprisoning Curse, Winky," said Dumbledore. "Get out of the way, Severus, is the potion here?"

Snape handed Dumbledore a vial of clear liquid, and Winky was still kneeling there, her face in her hands, trembling.Dumbledore opened the man's mouth, poured three drops of the potion, and then pointed his wand at the man's chest and said, "Resuscitate quickly!"

Crouch Jr. opened his eyes, his eyes glazed over, his cheeks slack.Dumbledore crouched in front of him, face to face with him.

"I wish you would tell us," said Dumbledore gently, "how you came to be here, and how did you escape from Azkaban?"

Crouch Jr. took a shaky, deep breath, and spoke in a deadpan tone.

"My mother saved me. She knew she was going to die and begged my father to get me out as the last thing she could do for her. My father loved her even though he never loved me. He agreed. They came to see Me, give me a Polyjuice Potion with my mother's hair in it. Mother has a Polyjuice Potion with my hair in it. We swapped looks."

Winky shook her head, trembling all over.

"Stop it, Master Batty, stop it, you will cause trouble for your father!"

"How did your father restrain you?" Dumbledore asked.

Little Crouch took another deep breath, and continued to speak in a flat voice. "The Imperius Curse," said Crouch Jr. "I was controlled by my father and forced to wear the Invisibility Cloak from morning to night. I was always with the house-elf. He was my caretaker."

"Tell me about the Quidditch World Cup," said Dumbledore.

"Winky convinced my father," said Crowe Jr. in the same monotonous voice, "but Winky didn't know that I was growing stronger. I began to rebel against my father's Imperius Curse. It happened in the top box. It was like Waking up from a dream, I found myself sitting in the crowd, watching the game. There was a wand in front of my eyes, stuck in a boy's pocket. We heard the voices of Death Eaters. Those who hadn't been in AZ The fellows of Caban, they never suffered for my master, they betrayed him. They don't have it like me, they are free to look for him, but they don't. They only play tricks on Muggles. Their The sound woke me up. My mind was clear for the first time in years. I was furious, and I took my wand. I wanted to show those Death Eaters what it meant to be loyal to the Dark Lord, and to punish them for their disloyalty. I fired the Dark Mark into the air with my stolen wand. The wizards from the Ministry of Magic came and cast stunning spells everywhere. A spell was thrown into the woods where Winky and I were standing, breaking the bond between us, and we both I was knocked unconscious. Then I woke up first, and I was going to find my master. There were many rumors that he was in Albania, and it was true. I spent a lot of time and finally found my master in the forest."

The smile on Little Crouch's face grew stronger, as if recalling the happiest time in his life.A pair of frightened brown eyes peeked out between Shining's fingers.It seemed too scared to speak.

"Unknowingly, my father was cast with the Imperius Curse by my master. Now he is under house arrest and under control. My master forced him to work as usual, as if nothing happened."

"What does Voldemort want you to do?" Dumbledore asked.

"He asked me if I would risk everything for him. I did. He told me he needed a henchman at Hogwarts. Someone to guide Harry Potter in the Triwizard Tournament and to He's going to spy on Harry Potter and make sure he gets the Triwizard Cup; he's going to smuggle the trophy into a Portkey so that whoever catches it first can bring it to my master, but first— —”

"You need Alastor Moody," said Dumbledore.His blue eyes blazed with fury, though his voice remained calm.

"Avery and I did it. We went to his house with the Polyjuice Potion in advance, and Moody fought hard and loudly. We managed to subdue him in time and push him into the back of his own magic box." In the darkroom, pulled out some of his hair and added it to the potion. I drank the potion, turned into Moody, took his wooden leg and magic eyes. Arthur Weasley came to ask and heard the noise I was ready when the Muggles came out. I made the litter box circle the yard, and I told Arthur Weasley that I heard someone break into the yard, which made the litter box spin. And off I went Went to Hogwarts. I cast the Imperius Curse on Moody, but it didn't kill him, I need to ask him questions, learn about his past, his habits, so that even Dumbledore can't figure it out. I also need his hair to make Polyjuice Potion. Other ingredients are easy to come by, I stole the African tree snake skin from the dungeon a few times."

"Where did Avery go after you attacked Moody?" Dumbledore asked, and Harry realized he seemed to know this Avery.

"He went back to my father's house and took care of my master while spying on my father."

"But your father escaped," said Dumbledore.

"Yes. It wasn't long before my father started to resist the Imperius Curse as I did, and sometimes he knew what was going on. My master thought he couldn't be allowed out of the house anymore. He forced my father to communicate with the Ministry of Magic, Said he was sick. Avery was negligent and let my father go. My master guessed he went to Hogwarts. My father wanted to tell Dumbledore everything. He wanted to confess to him. The thing I smuggled out of Azkaban. My master informed me that my father had run away. Asked me to stop him at all costs. I just waited. Finally found him coming. He was walking by the edge of the Forbidden Forest Come on, when Potter and Krum came, I waited for a while. I can't hurt Potter, my master needs him. While Potter was running to find Dumbledore, I stunned Krum and killed him. dead my father."

"No—!" Winky wailed, "Master Barty, what are you talking about?"

"You killed your father," said Dumbledore, still in a gentle voice. "What happened to the body?"

"Back into the woods and cover it with the cloak of invisibility. I saw Harry leading Dumbledore out of the castle, so I came out of the woods and went around behind them and went up to say hello to them. I said to Dumbledore it was Snape Told me. After everyone was gone, I transfigured the corpse, turning it into bone... then I put on the Invisibility Cloak and buried it in the freshly dug dirt in front of Hagrid's hut."

There was silence, only Winky was still sobbing.Then Dumbledore said: "Tonight..."

"I offered to put the Triwizard Cup into the maze before supper," whispered Barty Crouch Jr., "to turn it into a portkey. My master's plan succeeded. He regained his strength, and I will Get a reward that all wizards can't imagine in their dreams." A perverted smile appeared on his face again, and his head drooped.Winky cries beside him.

Dumbledore stood up.He looked down at Barty Crouch Jr. with a look of disgust on his face.Fudge, who had been listening in silence, said suddenly, "I need to interrogate him myself." He looked at Dumbledore.

"Of course, Connelly," Dumbledore's glasses flashed, and he looked worried, but he agreed. "You can use the principal's office. If you need me, I'll be in the ward for half an hour."

"Harry?" Dumbledore said softly.He looked at Harry, but Harry avoided his gaze.Dumbledore was about to question him.He was going to force Harry to remember all of that.

"I wonder, Harry, what happened after you touched the Portkey in the Maze?" said Dumbledore.

"We can talk again tomorrow morning, can't we, Dumbledore?" said Sirius hoarsely.He put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let him sleep. Let him have a good rest."

Gratitude to Sirius welled up in Harry's heart, but Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Sirius' words.He leaned over to Harry.Harry looked up reluctantly into those blue eyes.

"If I think," said Dumbledore mildly, "that hypnotizing you to sleep will allow you to stop thinking about the day