[HP] How to properly feed the savior

They go to the kitchen and find Winky very drunk.

"Winky, Mr. Crouch came to school just now." He said softly to the other party, trying not to arouse the other party's disgust.

"Eh? Master—master came to school?" Winky hiccupped and stared at him with two big eyes, "Isn't master sick? Does he look okay?"

"Not very good." He glanced at Riddle from the corner of his eye, who was frowning, with a flash of red in his eyes. "He seemed to be suffering a lot."

Winky sobbed and cried, "Master needs Winky—er, what will happen if Master loses Winky?"

Riddle shook his head helplessly at him, it seemed that he could only rely on himself.

"It's not your fault. Mr. Crouch is getting emaciated because of his son." He paused, Winky suddenly stopped crying, and there was a look of fear in his eyes. "Mr. Crouch Jr. is at school, too."

"Uh, Master Batty?" Winky cried anxiously, "Why is Master Batty here?"

"Shh, shhh." He softly comforted Shining, and other elves passing by cast disgusted looks at him. "It's okay, he wasn't found, and he's still wearing that invisibility cloak."

"Who are you, uh, how do you know the master's secret?" Winky seemed to suddenly find some kind of courage, trying to hold back her sobs, although she still sobbed from time to time.

"I'm the one who wants to help Mr. Crouch. I don't tell anyone else Mr. Crouch's secret. I know because I saw little Crouch with my own eyes and I know what it means." He kept his tone as low as possible. Moderate without being overly aggressive.

"Master Batty, uh, Master Batty, you are too careless..." Shining took a dirty tea towel and blew her nose.

Since Winky is not surprised that little Crouch is still alive, it is certain that old Crouch has known that his son has escaped from prison, and it is even possible that old Crouch is the one who helped his son escape from prison.It was a good idea, Crouch Sr. kept most of his reputation without actually losing his descendants.But if the old Crouch intervened, the other party would definitely not want the little Crouch running around outside.

"Winky, we need your help now. There are other people who know that Little Crouch is still alive. They are hiding in the dark and want to kill Mr. Crouch. We have to find them. Do you know who they are?" He makes up lies.If little Crouch has been controlled by his father, how did he come into contact with Voldemort?Old Crouch should have been cast with the Imperius Curse, but how did Voldemort know that Crouch Jr. was still alive?

Winky shook her head, "She should have forgotten, the master made her forget, a witch, Bertha Jorkins."

He and Riddle looked at each other, and it seemed that things were basically clear.

They went back to the attic.Riddle sneered, "It seems that old Crouch really loves his son, he got his son out of prison, kept him at home for more than ten years, and even took a huge risk to let his son go to the World Cup. Knowing what it was like to know Crouch Jr. killed such a good father."

"It's not that old Crouch doesn't love his son." He said bitterly, "It's just that he loves his own power and reputation more than his son."

"But he got nothing in the end, he didn't become the Minister of Magic, and he was killed by his own son in the end." The other party sarcastically mercilessly.

"Do you think old Crouch deserved it?" He could clearly see the little emotion in Riddle's heart.

The other party was silent for a while, "No, I just think I can understand little Crouch's mood when he did it."

None of them spoke, just looked at the night sky quietly.After a while, he said, "To be honest, I don't really understand Crouch's behavior, not everyone."

Riddle looked at him, waiting for the next sentence.

"Barty Crouch Jr. was jailed for torturing the Longbottoms. How do you think he felt about the Longbottoms?"

"Hatred, only hatred can make the Cruciatus Curse truly powerful." Riddle replied without thinking, "It's understandable, the main soul suddenly disappeared, his subordinates will not think that he was defeated, but will be more inclined to him Falling into some kind of trick, a trap. They will be afraid because the object they once believed in and who could protect them has disappeared. This fear will turn into hatred for the outside world, and through hatred, they will gain false courage. They torture Long The Bartons vented their inner fears, and held the slim hope that this would help the return of the main soul. But they have already been crushed by fear, so they will not succeed."

"That's right, he should hate the Longbottoms, so what's his attitude towards the Longbottoms' son?" In fact, this was what he couldn't understand the most. "If Barty Jr. was still under the control of old Crouch during the World Cup, then he would not have much time left to plan for the Triwizard Tournament. The difficulty of the second project is to crack the golden egg and rescue the hostages. There are countless ways to solve it, and gills are not the only solution. Little Crouch has many loopholes in the arrangement of the second project. He gave Neville the book in the first week of school. Why should he Choose Neville? Did he investigate what Neville is good at and what he likes before he came? That book must have been bought before the start of school, and he couldn't assume that there must be someone beside Harry who was good at herbalism. He can remember every detail in the book he sent, and he can remember about half a year. He made this plan for Longbottom, and even took it for granted that Harry and Longbottom are good friends, and Harry will definitely go Ask Longbottom for help."

"What are you implying?" Riddle sneered, "Little Crouch cares about Longbottom very much? As soon as he was free, he tried his best to find out how the Longbottoms' son was doing? And he even made it a point to encourage Neville Sacrificing the success rate of the task given to him by the main soul? Are you trying to say that he feels guilty for the crimes he committed more than ten years ago? No, no, this does not meet the recruitment criteria of Death Eaters."

"He was nineteen, when he was in prison." He gave Riddle a reproachful look. "He has lived according to his father's requirements since he was a child, to be a good student, to get good grades in exams, to join the school team to win glory for the college... the only time he rebelled was to join the Death Eaters, I don't think he has enough Experience knows how to make judgments for himself. No matter how much knowledge he has, he has just started to be responsible for his own decisions. And his only rebellion this time, in exchange for being imprisoned by his biological father, and his mother Because he emaciated and died in prison, and finally he was put under house arrest by his father for more than ten years, these experiences will change him..."

"Yeah, I hate Longbottom even more." Riddle waved his hand casually. "These people think like this. They make mistakes and then think that others are blocking their way..."

"His impulse will settle and become deliberate, and he will re-examine his motives and clarify what he really wants." He didn't let Riddle continue, "He will realize that he tortured the Longbottoms. Meaning, just to create another family tragedy. Think about his own family, think about his father, when he looks at Neville he will realize that the father of this child does not recognize his son, just Like his own father, Crouch. And Crouch had a heart of stone, and Longbottom's tragedy was his fault."

Riddle looked at him carefully, as if he had just met him today, "It's impossible."

"Why is it impossible?" He raised his tone, "You can empathize with little Crouch, why can't little Crouch sympathize with Longbottom?"

The other party laughed helplessly, "Sometimes, you think too much about people. In my opinion, there is only one reason why Crouch Jr. is doing this. He is imitating Moody and guessing what Moody might do. , Moody is a friend of the Longbottoms, that's all."

They didn't continue discussing Crouch Jr.Soon it was time for the third item, where he put the Snitch ahead and stunned the animals Hagrid had provided.He flies overhead, trying not to go above the height of the hedge, lest the referee make another excuse for avoiding the obstacle.The pirated Marauder's Map floated beside him, showing little Crouch dangling near the entrance, which had no effect on them.Soon, he reached the finish line, the trophy gleaming in the night light.

"I must write my name on this trophy." Riddle came out, looking at the trophy fascinated.

"Check to see if there is any charm on it." He handed the acacia wand to the other party.

They cast a layering spell on the trophy, which has a similar principle to the flashback spell and the replay spell, which will make the magic attached to it show certain characteristics and appear in the order of casting.The trophy floated up, giving off an odd blue glow, which meant it was a Portkey.

"Oh, well, we'll just have to wait for Harry to come." Riddle stared at the portkey as if it were some stupid trick, "and then go to my father's grave, the mind of the master soul is really the same as always..."

The other party silenced and didn't continue talking.

Waiting for Harry was boring, so he taught Riddle how to play a Muggle card game, Magic: The Gathering.Riddle lost miserably at first, but the opponent obviously enjoyed it, and now the opponent has been able to last more than ten rounds under his fierce attack.

"Actually, I think Muggles are quite creative." The two of them each had a core deck, and they were each forming the cards they were going to play.Riddle initially favored red and black, but now he favors blue and white or blue and black.He also likes blue cards, which are more strategic and play more diverse ways. "Are all the spells written on it real?"

"Of course not, it's just made up." He felt a little amused by the curious Riddle.

"I think we can make these cards have magical effects. We make cards according to wizards' spells, or buy copyrights from Muggles. After all, wizard chess comes from this way." They exchanged their respective decks, shuffled cards, and back again. "I dare say it will be more popular than Wizard Chess."

"Don't forget the Statute of Secrecy, you can't do business like this with Muggles." He laid a land card for himself, which was a good move, maybe he could finish off Riddle within ten rounds.

"What are you two doing?" Harry ran over panting, with some mud on his body and his clothes were scratched a few times.

"Uh, playing cards." His answer drew glaring glances.

"Wait for you." Riddle lazily replied, and suddenly jumped up angrily, "Your cards are too good too!"

He slapped the cards in his hand on the ground, and stood up, "Why don't you use Legilimency?"

"You two..." Harry sat on the ground, completely powerless, "Oh, Hogwarts is sure to win, Fleur withdrew from the competition, Krum was chanting the Cruciatus Curse to her when I found out, I was stunned shot him, and then fired red sparks. Fleur broke down, she was terrified and didn't want to go on."

"So take the trophy." He waved his wand, making the cards disappear. "We've been waiting for you for a long time."

"The trophy is yours." Harry said sincerely. "You did better than me in every event, but the referees treated you very unfairly. You were the first to get here. According to the rules of the competition, the trophy should be It's yours."

"The trophy is for you. We won the prize together, and we are all striving for glory for Hogwarts. If you still want to dawdle there, I will continue playing cards." Seeing that the other party was still hesitating, he added, "Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will protect you."

"What do you mean?" The other party got up from the ground.

"This trophy is a portkey. After we touch it, we will be taken elsewhere."

"Does that mean the game isn't over yet?" Harry walked over enthusiastically, "Come on, let me see what's behind."