Chapter 671
Barty's Autobiography
Chapter 671 Barty's Autobiography
There's nothing wrong with the reasoning process; Wade simply omitted the discussion with Antoine and then specifically mentioned the hints Malfoy gave him.
The process of locking down Filch was even simpler in his own words—
Throughout the entire school, Filch was the most approachable to outsiders, yet also the most easily overlooked. His changing attitude towards Wade was also a clear indication of his unease.
On the surface, Wade and Filch didn't have much contact, so Barty never expected that this administrator, who was disliked by all the students and even professors, would one day make friends with someone.
He even overlooked this possibility when he was performing Legilimency.
In some ways, this Death Eater is very similar to his master, the Dark Lord—they both share the same arrogance and stubbornness.
After hearing the whole story, Sirius Black, who had witnessed it all, finally looked enlightened, while Dumbledore's eyes flashed with approval.
“Very perceptive, Vader.”
The principal looked at him gently, and a smile finally appeared on his face.
"But what pleases me even more is that while most people are focused on the spotlight, you treat our administrators kindly, discover their overlooked value, and make them willing to trust and support you."
Sirius suddenly shifted his position and scratched his face somewhat awkwardly.
Dumbledore said, “That is your most valuable quality—that you can see the shadows, the weak who cannot speak for themselves… This quality is more valuable than any championship trophy.”
After a pause, he said in a low voice, "Never lose it, Wade."
After a moment of silence, Wade responded softly, "Yes, Professor."
The embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the ant nest.
He knew very well the immense power that a single spark could generate once it started to ignite a prairie fire, so Vader never underestimated these people, regardless of whether they possessed magic or not.
This is something Voldemort could never understand. Even Dumbledore... might not actually be able to lower his gaze.
……
While they were talking, Snape and Moody had already returned with the potion, and even Professor McGonagall had gone back to Filch's office with Moody.
This small room was probably welcoming so many guests for the first time. The floor was still piled with parchment and broken filing cabinets. Dumbledore waved his wand, causing the mess to be piled up in the corner, which finally made room for everyone to stand.
With a grim face, Moody poured the potion into the mouth of the "fake Filch".
In an instant, Little Barty's body began to convulse violently, as if countless tiny snakes were wriggling beneath his skin.
His nose was twisted and bulging, his gray hair gradually turned into a light gold like withered grass, and his wrinkled face flowed and deformed like melting wax, eventually transforming into a young but haggard face.
When the transformation ended, lying on the ground was a male wizard in his thirties, with sunken cheeks that made his cheekbones appear abnormally prominent, bloodshot eyes, and his fingers twitching nervously.
“Crouch!” Snape couldn’t help but take a step back, his voice unusually trembling: “Barty Crouch Jr.!”
Barty Jr. was jolted awake from his unconsciousness by the pain of his facial bones growing back. He heard a sound, turned his head and saw Snape, then his gaze swept over Dumbledore and the others.
Professor McGonagall suddenly stepped forward, blocking Wade and preventing Barty Jr. from staring at his student.
“Oh, Severus…” Little Barty grinned, a hint of madness in his eyes, and hissed like a viper, “Are you happy to see an old friend?”
Unlike Snape, Moody stepped forward, unhesitatingly pried open Barty's chin, and dripped the truth serum into his mouth.
Barty struggled on the ground, but Sirius stepped on his shoulder and forced him to watch helplessly as the clear liquid fell into his mouth.
"No...no..." he mumbled, saliva dripping from his chin, "You won't get...information...from me..."
Moody's face was contorted with deep hatred. His hand, like a pair of vises, gripped Barty's throat tightly until his struggles weakened, his pupils dilated, and his eyes became vacant. Moody released his grip, lifted the hem of his robe, and vigorously wiped it twice.
Dumbledore then knelt down in front of Barty Jr. and asked in a gentle tone, "Can you hear me?"
Little Barty's eyelids fluttered, and he said in a monotonous voice, "I can hear you."
“Tell me about your experiences, Barty Crouch,” Dumbledore said, “starting from when you left Azkaban.”
Little Barty said in a dreamlike voice:
“I… my mother begged the man I called father to steal me from Azkaban. My mother drank Polyjuice Potion… transformed into my likeness, remained in prison… and then died…”
"My father hid me in the house and controlled me with an Imperius Curse... He made me wear an invisibility cloak all the time... House-elves watched over me. Later..."
"Then one time, something happened on some island? He suddenly became very busy and went on a business trip overnight... He forgot to cast the spell on me... I temporarily broke free from his control and regained my senses... Then at home, I found my mother's old wand... I knocked out the house-elf and escaped..."
“I know he’s been looking for me…trying to take me back…but it’s no use…because I’ve finally found my master…”
Little Barty's breathing became rapid, and a smug, joyful smile appeared on his face.
“Master… Ha, Master is much smarter than my father… He actually thought of using the forbidden magic of the Mysterious Affairs Department to make everyone think we are dead…”
“The Department of Mysteries?” Moody muttered. “How dare he touch this? Even among the Silent Ones, I bet very few would dare say they understand the magic inside.”
“Master needs Harry Potter, needs… needs him to be resurrected in a more powerful form… The great Dark Lord cannot have weaknesses… So I tried everything I could to bring that boy to him…”
“I found some ancient dark magic from the Department of Mysteries… The Quidditch World Cup final is a good opportunity. Harry Potter loves Quidditch just like his father, and he will definitely go to watch the game.”
"But the enchanted forest... was wiped out by the meddlesome Sorcerers; the mascot, after taking the potion, became frenzied and bloodthirsty, causing chaos in the camp—it was a perfect opportunity. I captured Harry Potter..."
The people in the office were startled and exclaimed, "What?"
They looked at Barty Jr., then at Dumbledore, their eyes screaming, "How come we didn't know about this?"
Then, a deep look of fear and hatred flashed across Little Barty's face.
"I thought I had captured him... and offered him to my master, but I never expected... it was all that guy's trap. He unleashed an extremely terrifying spell, destroying my master's physical body once again..."
"what?!"
The people in the office exclaimed in shock once again.
Moody suddenly stood up, his wooden prosthetic leg slipping and nearly causing him to fall; Professor McGonagall instinctively pressed her hand to her chest, as if trying to stop her heart from pounding out of her ribs.
Snape's reaction was the most restrained, and also the most complex. His pupils contracted for a moment, but the next second, his expression froze back into a mask of indifference.
The face that looked almost exactly like James Potter flashed through his mind, and he muttered, "How...how is this possible?"
His voice was extremely soft, almost like he was talking to himself, each word sounding as if squeezed out from between his teeth.
Sirius Black immediately jumped up and shouted, "What did you say?"
Then he immediately realized something and frowned, saying, "Wait a minute! I asked Harry, and he didn't go anywhere alone that night! But..."
Sirius's eyes widened suddenly, and he almost cried out, but then swallowed his words back down.
He tried to stop himself from looking at Wade, but a thought suddenly flashed through his mind:
That night, Wade left alone...
(End of this chapter)