Chapter 716

Moody's in the box didn't answer, looking frail.

Dumbledore climbed in, gently close to the sleeping moody, and he bent down.

"Hypnotized by the Umbrian spell, he was weak," Dumbledore said. "Of course, they won't let him die, Harry. Throw down the swindler's coat. Alastair is freezing. Madame Pomfrey needs to show him, but he's not in any danger now."

Harry did. Dumbledore covered Moody's coat, wrapped him up, and climbed out of the trunk. Then he took the silver bottle from the table, took the lid off, and turned it upside down. A thick liquid dripped down the floor.

"It's a compound soup, Harry," Dumbledore said. "You see how simple and useful it is, because moody never drinks any medicine that is not his water bottle. This is his characteristic. The liar must lock up the real moody. Only in this way can he continue to make the potion. Look at his hair..."

Dumbledore looked at Moody under the suitcase. "This liar has been cutting his hair from alasto's head. But I think tonight, our fake Moody's will forget to do as usual, and at this point, we'll see... "

Dumbledore dragged over the stool at the table and sat down. His eyes were staring at Moody, who was unconscious on the ground. Harry looked at him, silent for a few minutes Then, in Harry's eyes, the face of the man lying on the ground began to change. The scar disappeared, the skin became smooth, and the damaged nose grew well. The long, thick gray hair shrank to its head and replaced by golden hair. Suddenly, with a thump, the wooden leg fell off, and a normal human leg grew in its original position After a while, the original rough palm changed color and became a silver white palm. After a while, the magic eye ran out of the face, a normal eye grew out, and the magic eye rolled to the ground, turning in all directions without rules.

Harry saw a man lying in front of him with fair skin, freckles and thick hair. Harry recognized him. He had seen this man in Dumbledore's meditation basin. He wanted to prove to Mr. crouch that he was innocent

Most importantly, he should stay next to Voldemort, not here. That silver palm is one of the conditions for Voldemort's resurrection.

Harry looked at it carefully again.

Now his eyes are wrinkled and he looks much older

There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and Snape came back, followed by glitter, and later Professor McGonagall.

"Crouch Cried Snape, staying at the door: "little Barty crouch!"

"God." Said Meg, also staying at the door and staring at the man lying on the ground. She stood next to Snape, her mouth wide open, with a deafening scream.

"Master crouch, master crouch, how can you be here? She threw herself at the young man, leaned over his face, and cried to Dumbledore," you kill him! You killed him! You killed the master's son

"He's just stunned by the curse, twinkle." Dumbledore said, "please step aside, Severus. Have you got the potion?"

Snape gave Dumbledore a small glass bottle of completely transparent liquid that he used to threaten Harry in class.

Dumbledore stood up, went to the young man, bent down and pulled him to the wall under the observation glass, which reflected Dumbledore.

Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall were still there, kneeling on the ground, glistening, shaking their hands over their faces, Dumbledore prized the young man's mouth, dropped three drops of medicine, and then pointed his wand at the young man's chest.

"Enrrate!"

Crouch's son opened his eyes. His face was loose and his eyes were blurred. Dumbledore half knelt down so that their faces were opposite.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked softly. The man's eyes flashed a few times. Mumbling answer

"Good!"

"I wish you could tell me," Dumbledore said softly, "how did you get here and how did you escape from Azkaban?"

Crouch took a deep breath, with a shuddering sound, and said in a low, unemotional voice, "my mother saved me. She knew she was dying. She begged my father to save me. That was her last wish. My father loved her but didn't like me, but he agreed. They came to see me and gave me a compound soup containing my mother My mother also drank a compound soup containing one of my own hair. As a result, we exchanged bodies. "

Shanshan shook her head all the time. "Don't say it, master crouch. Don't say it. You've put your father in a dilemma."

But crouch took another deep breath, and still said in that low voice, "those stupid Dementors, they sent in Azkaban, a cool man, a dying man, they also sent a cool man, a dying man, my father sent me out disguised as my mother, because every prisoner was looking at us through the door.""My mother died in Azkaban soon! She had been drinking that compound until death approached, and she was buried in my name with my body, and everyone believed that she was me The man's eyelids fluttered several more times.

"What will your father do to you when he takes you home?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Arranged my mother's funeral, a quiet and secret funeral, the tomb was empty, and the servants took care of me. After I recovered, I was hidden and strictly monitored. My father had to subdue me with a lot of incantations. When I gradually recovered my strength, I just wanted to find my master Go back to work for him

"How did your father subdue you?" Asked Dumbledore.

"With the Umbrian spell." "Under the control of my parents, I was forced to wear a invisibility cloak day and night, always with this servant. She took care of me, sympathized with me, and advised my father to give me occasional hospitality, she said, in return for my good performance."

"Master crouch, master crouch," shimmered, covering his face and sobbing, "you shouldn't have told them that we're going to be in trouble..."

But obviously, the words of a domestic elf can't stop Barty crouch, who took the real emetic, from confessing.

Harry listened attentively. He had seen the woman. It was a woman who looked very gentle and kind.

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