94 Diagon Alley

     Of course, the impostor needs to keep the real Moody around in order to keep making the decoction. You look at his hair. Dumbledore said, looking at the real Moody standing next to him, "Have 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 made a few 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 look. Their eyes were fixed on Moody struggling in the chair. Harry stared at him too. Time passed minute by minute in silence.

    Looking at it, the man's face changed, the scars gradually disappeared, the skin became smooth, and the mutilated nose grew and shrunk. The long gray hair was shortening, turning pale yellow. Real eyes grew out of the empty eye sockets that lacked the magic eye. Harry saw a man lying in front of him, pale skin, slightly freckled, and blond hair. He knew the man, he had seen it in Dumbledore's Pensieve.

     There were rapid footsteps in the corridor. First Snape came back, then Sirius came back with Sparkle.

    Sloppy Twinkle sticks his head out from Sirius's feet. It opened its mouth wide and let out a piercing scream.

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

    "He's just under the Imprisonment Charm, Winky," Dumbledore said. "Please get out of the way. Severus, have you got the potion?"

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

    Little Crouch opened his eyes, his eyes were blank and his cheeks were slack. Dumbledore crouched in front of him, face to face with him.

    "I want you to tell us," said Dumbledore softly, "how did you get here and how did you escape from Azkaban?"

    Little Crouch took a deep breath, trembling, and spoke in a flat, emotionless tone.

    "My mother saved me. She knew she was going to die and begged my father to save me as the last thing to do for her. My father loved her very much, even though he never loved me. He agreed. They came to see me together and gave me a decoction with my mother's hair in it. My mother drank a decoction with my hair in it. We swapped faces."

    Winky shook her head, shaking all over.

    "Don't say it, Master Barty, stop it, you'll cause trouble for your father!"

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

    Little Crouch took another deep breath and continued speaking in a flat voice. "The Imperius," said Crouch Jr. "I was controlled by my father and forced to wear the Invisibility Cloak from morning to night. I was with the house-elves all the time. It was my caretaker."

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

    "Winky persuaded my father," said Little Crowe, still in that monotonous voice, "but Winky didn't know I was getting stronger. I started fighting against my father's Imperius Curse. This happened. Like waking up from a big 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 Death Eaters The voice. The guys who never got into Azkaban, they never suffered for my master, they betrayed him. They don't feel like I can't help it, they're free to go looking for him, but they don't. They Just teasing Muggles. Their voices woke me up. For the first time in years my mind was so clear. I was so angry, I had my wand, I wanted to show those Death Eaters what loyalty to the Dark Lord was, And to punish them for their infidelity. I fired the Dark Mark into the air with a stolen wand. The wizards from the Ministry of Magic came and cast stun spells everywhere. A spell shot into the woods where Winky and I were standing, interrupting us We were both knocked unconscious. Then I woke up first and I was going to my master. There were many rumors that he was in Albania, and it was true, it took me a lot of time to find it in the forest master."

    The smile on little Crouch's face deepened, as if recalling the happiest time in his life. A pair of frightened brown eyes appeared between the glittering fingers. It seemed too frightened to speak.

    "Unwittingly, my father was placed under the Imperius Curse by my master. Now he is under house arrest and controlled. My master forced him to work as usual, as if nothing had happened Like it happened."

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

    "He asked me if I was willing to risk everything for him. I would. He told me he needed a henchman at Hogwarts. This guy was going to be instructing him in the Triwizard Tournament. Leigh Potter, and do it in the dark. He's going to keep an eye on Harry Potter and make sure he gets the Triwizard Cup, and he's going to steal the trophy for a portkey so he can take whoever catches it first. to my master, but first—"

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

    "Avery and I did it. We prepared the decoction in advance and went to his house together. Moody fought hard and made a lot of noise. We finally subdued him in time, Pushed him into the dark room of his own magic box, plucked a few hairs from him, added to the decoction. I drank the medicine and became Moody, took his wooden legs and enchanted eyes. Arthur I was ready when Weasley came to inquire about the muggle who heard the noise. I made the litter box go around the yard and I told Arthur Weasley that I heard someone break into the yard and make the **** The box turned. Then I set off for Hogwarts. I put the Imperius Curse on Moody, but it didn't kill him, I needed to ask him questions about his past, his habits, so that even Deng Bliddo won't see it either. I still need his hair to make the potion. Everything else is easy to get, I stole the bark from the basement a few times."

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

    "He went back to my father's house, tending to my master while watching over my father."

    "But your father escaped," said Dumbledore.

    "Yes. After a while my father started resisting the Imperius Curse as I did, and sometimes he knew in his heart what was going on. My master thought he could no longer be let out. He forced My father corresponded with the Ministry of Magic and said he was ill. Avery was negligent, didn't watch it, and let my father run away. My master guessed he went to Hogwarts. My father wanted to tell Dumbledore everything , wanted to confess to him about smuggling me out of Azkaban. My master informed me that my father had run away. I wanted to stop him at all costs. I waited carefully. Finally found him coming He was walking on the edge of the Forbidden Forest when Potter and Krum came and I waited for a while. I couldn't hurt Potter, my master needed him. While Potter ran to Dumbledore, I Stunned Krum and killed my father."

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

    "You killed your father," said Dumbledore, still in a soft voice, "how did you deal with the corpse?"

    "Back into the woods and cover it with the Invisibility Cloak. I saw Harry and Dumbledore walk out of the castle, so I came out of the woods and went around behind them and went up to greet them. Dumbledore said Snape told me. After everyone was gone, I cast a Transfiguration Charm on the corpse to turn it into bone...then I put on the Invisibility Cloak and buried it in front of Hagrid's cabin. in the digging soil."

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

    "I offered to put the Triwizard Cup in the maze before dinner," whispered Barty Crouch Jr. "and turned it into a portkey. My master's plan worked. . He has regained his strength, and I will get a reward that no wizard can dream of." A perverted smile appeared on his face again, and his head dropped. Twinkle cried beside him.

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

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

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

    "I want to know, Harry, what happened after you touched the portkey in the maze?" said Dumbledore.

    "We can talk again tomorrow morning, okay, Dumbledore?" Sirius said hoarsely. He put a hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let him sleep. Let him rest."

    Harry felt grateful for Sirius, but Dumbledore didn't seem to hear Sirius. He leaned towards Harry. Harry raised his head reluctantly, into those blue eyes.

    "If I think," said Dumbledore gently, "that hypnotize you to sleep, and allow you to refrain from thinking about the present