The Son of Light of the Snake House

Harry had told Ron and Hermione everything he had seen in the Pensieve, and pretty much everything he had heard and seen from Dumbledore since then - and Sirius of course, ha Leigh sent Dumbledore an owl as soon as he left Dumbledore's office.Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed up late in the common room again that night, discussing these things over and over, until by the end Harry's head was spinning.He finally realized what Dumbledore meant when he said that his head was so full of thoughts that he wished he could get some out.

Ron stared into the fire in the common room.Harry seemed to see Ron shivering slightly, despite the warmth of the night.

"He trusts Snape?" Ron asked. "He knows Snape was once a Death Eater, but still really trusts him?"

"Yes," said Harry. "Well, actually, I have an idea—don't know if I should say it..."

Hermione beckoned him with her eyes.

"I...I don't know." Harry's sentence was a bit confused: "Remember what I said at the time, about Crouch?"

Harry collected himself, looked around again, and made sure there was no one else, and then he started: "First of all, that night, I went... I went to try the method Cedric told me to crack the golden egg—"

Hermione curled her lips: "You told us back then that you already knew."

"Okay, I know I'm wrong to say that, but you've said it several times." Harry patted the armrest of the sofa in embarrassment, and then continued: "I was wearing the invisibility cloak and was about to go back to the lounge, but The Marauder's Map—and now—shows Mr. Crouch's name."

"Later that night, I met Daniel. What he analyzed at the time was that it was possible that Crouch Jr. pretended to be Moody and went to Snape's office to steal things, because Moody's identity was enough to prevent him from being discovered. It's time to get out of the way."

"I have a question." Ron raised his hand: "If it's really Crouch, you know he is the same Death Eater as that guy Snape, then maybe he came into his office to discuss their "Dark Lord" What about the revival plan?Then why pretend to be Moody, I mean, they must have a way to come and go!Or Snape would cover it for them. "

"Not necessarily." Hermione thought for a while: "You see, Dumbledore said 'Severus Snape was indeed a Death Eater. But he joined us before Voldemort fell , at great risk to spy for us. He's no more a Death Eater than you or me now.' He even bailed on Professor Snape himself."

"Think about it, if you are a loyal subordinate of the mysterious man, when you finally go through all kinds of hardships and difficulties to escape from Azkaban, the hell on earth, and get mixed into Hogwarts, your purpose must be Two."

"1. Kill Harry Potter, or torture him hard before killing him, and finally give him to the Dark Lord.

2. Exterminate the traitors. "

With a cold face, Hermione raised a finger when she said one, and when she said the last one, she opened her whole hand, and then clenched her hands into a fist, expressing "destroy".

Harry rubbed the goosebumps on his arms and laughed dryly, while Ron complained twice: "You seem to be a Death Eater."

Hermione snorted: "I'm making a reasonable analysis, Harry, you can continue."

Harry coughed twice: "Then it was the game, he kept looking towards me, to be honest, I thought he was even the best teacher at that time, he even gave me some tips, I almost forgot about his suspicious identity. "

"And not only Sirius, but others, are telling me that Barty Crouch Jr. has died in Azkaban - honestly, who can believe that he really escaped? ? Not the hero of the novel!"

"Indeed." Ron continued: "Moody just looks... I don't know how to put it, he looks very fierce, but he seems to be a nice person, and he taught us how to resist the Unforgivable Curse. And little Crouch, It really doesn't make sense."

"The next thing was yesterday." Harry collected himself, this was the main point he wanted to say, everything in front was a foreshadowing.

"I first met Barty Crouch Jr. in Dumbledore's Pensieve, a character we had always suspected. He looked haggard at the time, like a very ordinary young man under moral condemnation. man, a boy not recognized by his father."

"He kept begging, screaming, crying, just to get his cruel father to let him go..."

Hermione interrupted his recollection: "Harry, whatever you want to say, just say it."

"..." Harry lowered his head silently, then raised his head again: "I feel now that I can be sure that Moody is Barty Crouch Jr., even if I don't know how he escaped from Azkaban and was still Discover."

"Why? What made you think?" Ron asked.

Harry smiled awkwardly: "I don't think you guys can understand my thoughts. What I saw in the Pensieve at the time was that little Crouch licked his lips. And in class yesterday, Moody also... "

"Is this how you judge that a teacher who has treated you well is a Death Eater in disguise?" Ron couldn't believe it.

"...You don't understand how I felt at that time, Ron." Harry looked at him seriously: "If you saw the comparison between Little Crouch and him, you would agree with my judgment."

He paused: "And...maybe the purpose of him teaching me how to defend against the Unforgivable Curse is to make me last longer under the torture of Cruciatus and Imperius Curse when he dedicated me to Voldemort. To make Voldemort happier?"

Hermione laughed out loud: "Harry, you are too funny, don't you think too much?"

With a serious face, Harry shook his head slowly but firmly.

Hermione: "...are you serious?"

Harry's head was moving up and down at a constant speed.

Hermione: "...Okay, then—what should we do? Since you have already confirmed with your sixth sense, shall we tell Dumbledore? Or should we act on our own? I suggest that we can bring Daniel ! Then we can kill Barty Jr. before Voldemort?"

She looks eager to try.

Ron: "Just based on your statement, you should be taken to the Ministry of Magic for interrogation and psychological treatment."

"Don't mess with Ron, don't tell me you don't want to? Don't you feel aggrieved? To be fooled like this? Since the first grade?" Hermione's sharp eyes fixed on Ron, with a look that if you don't say yes, you won't Man's expression.

"Then my decision is—" Ron dragged out a long tail: "Sleep first!"

He slapped the sofa heavily with both hands, and stood up: "Let's talk tomorrow!"

"OHCOMEON!" Hermione was speechless.

The author has something to say:

Harry: Trust my sixth sense!

Hermione: Damn it!Quitting is not a Hogwarts person!