Hogwarts: Harry Returns From The Witcher

The effect of the Polyjuice Potion is only one hour.

The Death Eaters watched him silently.

Piers Thicknesses wasn't in the Death Eaters' camp, or something they could win over, he was a wizard who stood firm against their masters, fought bravely, and got them into a lot of trouble, even some of them , was sent into Azkaban by Thinknes himself.

If it was real Piers Thicknesse, they would have ripped him out by now.

But he is not.

More than ten minutes passed.

Pierce Thicknesse's body began to contort, his long and narrow face was squeezed into a smaller frame, his skeleton was shrinking, and his well-fitting robe drooped.

A pale, haggard, hideous face that was familiar to all the Death Eaters present appeared in front of their eyes.

"Barty?" one exclaimed.

"Don't call me by that name." Crouch looked coldly.

The man trembled: "Dear godson."

Crouch nodded in satisfaction. He really liked this nondescript-sounding title—among the Death Eaters, he was the only one who was allowed by his "father" to be his closest person.

"I heard you are not dead?" he asked cautiously.

Crouch sneered: "I should be dead."

"But Mrs. Crouch is soft-hearted. She can't see me, who should be called her son in flesh and blood, suffer." He spoke, and described what happened to him in a very indifferent, bystander tone, "This stupid Hufflepuff, who has been doing nothing all his life, finally hit upon a bright idea."

"He begged Mr. Crouch to replace me with Polyjuice Potion, and she, as a mother, went to jail for her child."

"Mr. Crouch is not as unselfish as he appears."

"The reason why he did that was just to wave the whip in his hand and listen to the well-behaved lambs howling and begging him."

"He agreed. I think he should have agreed immediately without hesitation. After all, he should be tired of that crazy woman who only knows how to complain all day."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, raised his hand, covered half of his eyes, and his tone was exaggerated and humorous, revealing an indescribable sarcasm: "What a great mother's love."

"She has suffered a lot from Mr. Crouch."

"Not long after she came to Azkaban, she died."

He let go of his hand, and lightly squeezed his index finger and thumb: "You know, people who die after taking compound decoction will retain their appearance when they took compound decoction. Everyone thought I was dead, but no one would have thought that death It's Mrs. Crouch."

"I'm alive."

Speaking of this, he paused again, looking around the group of people: "Unfortunately, in the more than ten years since I left Azkaban, I have not been able to obtain real freedom."

"Mr. Crouch imprisoned me, took away my wand, took away my mind, took away my freedom. Of course, this is not too much, after all, he did the same to me before I found my real father. "

"I've been fighting it until recently."

"But when I was free, I was disappointed."

Crouch's tone became compassionate and angry: "Fourteen years, from my father's accident to when I broke free from the shackles, it's been a full fourteen years."

"You guys didn't come in handy at all!"

"Father is in Albania, alone, alone, with no servants to serve him, and even damaged to the point where there is only a trace of wandering spirit left. Father is suffering, but what are you doing?"

Bellatrix was the first to cry.

Others are hypocritical and put on airs.

"Okay." Crouch waved his hands impatiently, "I don't have time to settle the accounts with you one by one, and now my father's situation is very dangerous, and the time has come."

"certainly."

"Before that, I still have to settle accounts with one person."

With a long, sticky tone, he pronounced a name: "Lucius Malfoy."

"One of the Death Eaters my father trusted most."

"You should be here. I told Amycus specifically to bring you out."

Perkin bowed his head and bowed, humbly lying on the ground, using his hands and feet together, crawling like a dog: "Dear godson, I am here."

Crouch lowered his head and sneered: "So you are here, dear Lucius."

"Today, today, why did you become so embarrassed?"

Lucius pressed his head against Crouch's shoe.

"Father really trusts you." Crouch sighed, very melancholy, "He wanted to give it to me, but my father trusted me, but he didn't trust my family, so he gave it to you. "

"You know what I'm talking about?"

Lucius shuddered.

The November cold wind, accompanied by Crouch's words, penetrated his body and took away his flesh and blood, leaving only a solitary heart hanging on his ribs, scratched by the cold wind, cold rain, and bit by bit , let out the blood, and then air-dry.

"But what have you done to your father's trust?" Crouch raised his wand.

It's not his root.

Black prickly pear, 9 3/4 inches, dragon heartstring.

It was a trophy he had taken from an Auror, and it was a wand of exceptional strength, perfect for the Dark Arts.

"Lucius, answer me, what have you done to your father's trust?" Crouch's tone remained calm.

Lucius lowered his head even lower.

Terrified, trembling, afraid to speak.

The pain from the last Cruciatus Curse still lingered in him.

"You have failed your father." Crouch stood and let him press down, even though his feet were aching, "You put father's most important things in Hogwarts, and leaked father's most important information."

"Let my father's resurrection plan be frustrated again and again."

"Lucius, my dear friend, can I still regard you as my father's most loyal servant?"

"Of course." Lucius' voice was hoarse, and he couldn't wait to answer, "I have always been the most loyal servant of the master."

He kisses Crouch's feet.

Crouch nodded slowly: "Then prove it to me, Lucius, I have a task for you."

Lucius froze, his body and heart were completely dried.

"Look up and look at me." Crouch said softly.

Lucius raised his head with difficulty.

"You should know what your father gave you?" Crouch asked him.

Lucius gritted his teeth and nodded.

He didn't know it before, and thought it was just a hot dark magic item, but now he knew that it was much hotter than ordinary black magic items, it was a Horcrux, the Horcrux of the Dark Lord.

"Father has more than that one." Crouch tapped his wand on Lucius' head, "There is also one stored in the Lestrange family's Gringotts vault, that is Hufflepuff's gold cup."

The torment of the long years of Azkaban.

Leaving Lucius haggard and thin, the faint light in the darkness was turned on, casting a thick shadow on the sunken place of his cheeks, illuminating him like a dead man who just crawled out of the grave.

"Let us, let father see your faithfulness."

"It's not convenient for Lestrange to show up, but they can give you the token."

"Resurrect father, will you?"

The last sentence made Lucius a little breathless. He clenched his fists and forced a smile: "Dear godson, what should I do?"

"You need life force, a lot of life force." Crouch was expressionless, and his wand struck him. "At least twenty fresh human lives, send them to the vault, let father eat them, and let father recover his strength."

Lucius' face became even uglier.

It's difficult.

It's not just twenty, such a huge number.

Also send them to the vault.

"Why don't you just grab that thing from the master?" He took a deep breath and asked cautiously.

"Idiot!" Crouch yelled at him angrily, "Hid the escape as long as you can! Are you trying to tell Dumbledore and Potter that the Death Eaters are preparing for the resurrection of their father?"

"With our strength alone, there is no way to fight against Potter."

Bellatrix wondered, "Harry Potter? One of those little ghosts the Master wants him dead?"

"I remember that he is at most sixteen this year, and will not exceed eighteen. Does he really have the strength to compete with the master?"

Crouch corrected her mistake with a cold face: "It's fifteen."

"Mr. Potter is only fifteen years old this year."

"But he is very powerful, and his level of magic is unmatched by me."

Speaking of this, he paused: "You all still remember Snape?"

The Death Eaters nodded.

It is difficult for them to lose the impression of such a powerful person.

At this time, they noticed that, as the most powerful person among the Death Eaters, the card that should also be the biggest among the Death Eaters was not here.

"Potter is as strong as Snape, no, maybe he's stronger now." Crouch introduced softly, "In the third year, Potter could fight back and forth with Snape, And cut off one of his arms."

"Snape is really loyal, can't he wait to avenge his master?" Bellatrix sighed.

"Loyalty?" Crouch sneered and shook his head. "I doubt Snape's loyalty. He is now the noble Hogwarts Potions Professor."

Hogwarts professor?

Some Death Eaters who didn't understand the changing times froze.

"And now, Potter is in the fifth grade." Crouch gestured, "Last year, Father tried another method of resurrection, and we sorted out twelve Death Eaters. Of course, they are not as good as you elite."

"But at that time, they were already the twelve servants that my father could use the most."

"But even with the magic bestowed by my father, allowing them to temporarily have a level of magic like yours, they still failed to cause any obstacles to Potter, just like we slaughtered Muggles, Potter easily slaughtered the twelve trash."

"Fortunately, my father is very far-sighted. He knew that it might be difficult to achieve what he wanted, so he arranged for me to make other plans."

The Death Eaters stared round.

It was hard for them to imagine, and it was hard to believe that a fifteen-year-old wizard could be as powerful as Crouch described.