Chapter 349

Neville learned about his parents' past from his grandmother Augusta very early, but he never learned the details of the process from his grandmother, and because Neville was always obsessed with this problem when he was a child, Augusta cast an amnesia spell on Neville, and the consequence was that Neville's memory became very poor, and it was only slightly better in the past two years.

Neville's grandmother didn't say much about her son and daughter-in-law, and Neville knew more about his parents' past from Solim's cousin. How did your parents become like that, and who did it...... Neville had known for a long time, but he had never had a chance to see the enemies who had ruined his family.

Rodolphus, Bellatrix, and Rabastan, with the surname Lestrange, and Barty Crouch Jr., who is now lying in a hospital bed, are the murderers of Neville's parents. Neville had known their names from Solim when he was in first grade, but the four had been imprisoned in Azkaban for a long time, and Neville had never had a chance to see the four culprits responsible for his family's tragedy, but today he saw one.

Neville looked at Barty's face in fascination, he wanted to engrave all the details of this face in his mind, and he wanted to make sure that he would recognize him as soon as he saw him in the future.

Suddenly, Neville seemed to remember something.

"I remember grandma seemed to tell me," Neville looked at Solim with some confusion, "and she said that one of my parents' murderers had died in Azkaban, as if that was the Crouch. "

But it was clear that he was not dead. Shaking his head, Solim pointed to old Barty lying on the other bed and said, "If nothing else, little Barty was able to come out of Azkaban and have nothing to do with his father." "

Suddenly, the door to the hospital opened, and Harry walked in cautiously alone, everyone in the room looking at him.

"Why? "Confused?" said Dumbledore gently, "I told Minerva, your headmaster, that if all the students outside retreated, I could let you in at that time." I guess there's something you need to know. "

"Headmaster," Solim glanced at Harry before turning his gaze to Dumbledore, "Can I talk to him later after you're done asking him questions?"

"Absolutely. Dumbledore nodded, and then he said to Snape, "Severus, you can get started." "

Solim beckoned to Harry, motioning for him to stand with him.

"That's him!" Harry arrived to find that it was not Ron lying on the hospital bed, but the wizard he had seen in his dreams. "The person who appeared in my dream is him!"

"Oh, that's why I say there are some things you need to know more about. Dumbledore said kindly, "It's good that Madam Pomfrey isn't here now, otherwise he would have kicked Harry out of the screaming Harry.

Barty Jr., who had been infused with the elixir, was lifted by Dumbledore from the spell that had been placed on him. No one would question the effect of the truth teller that Snape had personally configured, and Barty Jr.'s reaction could not be faked.

"Do you know who I am?" Dumbledore stood in front of little Barty's bed.

"Dumb...... Lido. Little Barty looked defiant, but his mouth did not listen.

"Good. Dumbledore nodded in satisfaction, "I want you to tell us," Dumbledore said softly, "how did you end up here, how did you escape from Azkaban?"

Little Crouch took a deep breath with a shudder, and spoke in an emotionless, flat tone.

"My mother saved me. She knew she was going to die, and begged my father to get me out, which was the last thing she would 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 dose of polyjuice decoction with my mother's hair in it. My mother drank a polyjuice decoction with my hair. We exchanged looks. "

"Dementors are blind people who smell a healthy man and a dying man walking into Azkaban, and a healthy man and a dying man leaving Azkaban. My father smuggled me out. I pretended to be my mother, in case a prisoner could see through the crack in the door. "

"It didn't take long for my mother to die in Azkaban. She never forgot to drink the compound decoction, and when she died, she was still my appearance, and she was buried as me. Everyone thought it was me. "

"What did you do with your father when he brought you home?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Pretending my mother died. A secret funeral was held, the grave was empty, and the house-elves nursed me back to health. My father wanted to hide me and control me, and he had to use a lot of spells to restrain me. After I recovered my strength, I only wanted to find my master...... Serve him again. "

"How did your father control you?" Dumbledore asked again.

"The Imperius Curse," said Crouch Jr., "was controlled by my father and forced to wear an invisibility cloak from morning till night. I've been with house-elves all the time. She was my caretaker. She took pity on me and persuaded my father to give me some preferential treatment at times as a reward for doing well to me. "

"Has anyone found you alive?" Dumbledore asked softly, "besides your father and the house-elves?"

"Yes," little Crouch's eyelids twitched again, "a witch in my father's office, Bertha Jorkins. She came to my house with the papers and signed them for my father. My father wasn't home, so Sparkle ushered her into the house and went back to the kitchen to take care of me. But Bertha Jorkins heard Twinkle talking to me, so she came over to check, and she guessed from what she heard who was under the cloak of invisibility. When my father returned, she asked him in person. He casts a very powerful amnesia spell on her, causing her to completely forget the secrets she has discovered. The spell was so powerful that my father said it had caused permanent damage to her memory. "

Harry's eyes widened, Bertha Joggins was a name Harry was no stranger, Sirius had spoken about her last time in Hogsmeade.

"Let's talk about the Quidditch World Cup. Dumbledore said. "What did you do then?"

"Twilight convinced my father," little Crowe said in that monotonous voice, "and he agreed to let me go to the game." "

"But what they didn't expect was that I was already familiar with my father's Imperius Curse, and I could resist his magic, and the Imperius Curse's effect on me began to wane, and I began to grow stronger. "

"I began to rebel against my father's Imperius curse. Sometimes I almost got back to my true nature. Occasionally I seem to be out of his grip for a while. This happened in the top floor box. It was like waking up from a big dream, and I found myself sitting in the crowd, watching the game. In front of my eyes was a wand stuck in the pocket of a boy's clothes. I haven't had a chance to touch a wand since I entered Azkaban. I stole this wand. "

"That's my wand!" Harry finally realized how he had lost his wand, though he eventually found it.

"Shhhh