#240 - Section 240
No, Voldemort can't hurt himself. Now that Peter is dead, then... …
Thinking of this, Harry opened his eyes again.
The first thing he saw was Ron, who was drooping and tied up. His face had lost its luster, his eyes were grayish-white, and his mouth was half-open.
Turning his head, he looked at Harry, who seemed to have mustered up his courage.
Voldemort laughed somewhat maniacally:
“I know what you’re thinking. The spell your mother left you protects you and bounced my spell back onto me, causing me to be unable to touch you.”
“But, now… hehe!”
Harry felt the icy fingertips of those slender, pale fingers touch his skin, and his head suddenly ached as if it were about to explode.
Voldemort chuckled softly in his ear and moved his fingers away.
Then he raised his wand again.
“Crucio!”
Harry had never been subjected to such torment. He felt that all the bones in his body were burning, and his head must have cracked along the scar. He hoped it would stop quickly… hoped he would pass out… die…
Although he couldn't kill Harry, it was still necessary to torture him.
After casting the Cruciatus Curse twice again and watching Harry slump on the tombstone, Voldemort raised his head and stared at the stars in the sky with his glowing red eyes, murmuring:
“After sensing it, how many people have the courage to come back?”
“And how many people will be foolish enough not to come?”
Chapter 280: Transaction
Half an hour had passed since Fild Dooler and Richardson Clarence were brought out.
The two of them searched for a long time in the maze, but found nothing. In the end, one was forced to fire a signal flare by the Dementors, and the other lost his way in the mist and also fired a signal flare.
“Ethan, why haven’t Harry and Ron come out yet?”
Fred and George ran over again.
Now everyone had come out, except for the two of them, and it had been such a long time. Their parents were extremely worried.
They even felt that something might have happened.
Otherwise, why hadn't they come out yet?
“I don’t know about that.”
In theory, Ron should have come out too.
Ethan also knew that Ron and Harry had taken the same path, but if Harry hadn't been eliminated by Acromantulas, Dementors, etc., he would definitely have won the trophy.
After all, Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Moody, wouldn't give up the results of his year of hard work at this final juncture.
Could it be that he replaced Cedric's position in the original book?
And Harry were taken away by the portkey together?
“Alright!”
“Now only Harry and Ron are inside. The referee should be able to announce the results already, right?”
George scratched his head in annoyance.
Why did Ron join in the fun? Now everyone has to worry about him.
Harry was plotted against. Wait!
Thinking of this, George quickly asked:
“Ethan, Harry was plotted against to participate in the Triwizard Tournament. Nothing happened in the first two rounds. Could it be that this final round is waiting for him?”
The more George thought about it, the more likely it seemed. The other party had painstakingly arranged for Harry to participate, definitely with some ulterior motive. Ron might have been dragged in as well.
Otherwise, the current situation couldn't be explained.
“I’ll go ask Dumbledore.”
Before Ethan could speak, George grabbed Fred and walked quickly towards the judges' seats.
Now, if they wanted to know the results, they could only go to Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall and the others, as safety officers for the final round, were not here at all.
At the same time, Moody, leaning against the outer edge of the maze in the shadows, took out a wizard mailbox from time to time to flip through it, but each time he closed it disappointedly and put it away.
Until this time, that familiar light flickered again.
Moody couldn't wait to open it.
【Peter Pettigrew: It's me! I have been resurrected, act according to plan.】
When he saw this sentence, the joy on Moody's face couldn't be concealed at all.
The two sides had agreed long ago that after the resurrection, they would send a message to facilitate the next plan.
Although it was the master himself who contacted him now, not Peter, and it was a bit different from what was agreed before, it was not a big problem.
Who cares about Peter the rat!
Immediately, Barty Crouch Jr. excitedly replied:
【Barty Crouch Jr.: Yes, Master!】
Resurrected, finally resurrected.
Harry was finally brought over by him, and his painstaking efforts were not in vain.
If he hadn't used the Imperius Curse to control Krum and make him attack the witch from Beauxbatons, and then let Krum be defeated by Harry, Harry would never have been able to get this trophy.
Just as Barty Crouch Jr. was about to carry out the plan, another sentence came from the wizard mailbox.
This sentence directly broke his defense.
【Peter Pettigrew: Be careful, they are all back.】
Originally, Voldemort's words were to remind Barty Crouch Jr. to be careful and not to go crazy.
After all, there were not many subordinates who were loyal enough, capable, and had brains. Barty Crouch Jr. was one of them. Voldemort really didn't want him to be killed here.
But Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes were red now.
In his heart, those Death Eaters were all traitors and cowards. They didn't even dare to go to Azkaban for Voldemort.
They were just lowly things without loyalty.
They were not worthy to serve Voldemort like him.
Even more unworthy to be forgiven by Voldemort.
But looking at this message, his master Voldemort seemed to have forgiven them.
Now his hope of punishing them, torturing them, and killing them was shattered.
Thinking of this, Barty Crouch Jr.'s body trembled uncontrollably.
But he didn't dare to question Voldemort, so he could only bury this grievance in his heart.
After taking a deep breath, he sorted out his thoughts.
Barty Crouch Jr. walked towards the high platform of the venue.
On the judges' seats, only three people were sitting at the moment: Fudge, Madam Maxime, and Dumbledore. As for Karkaroff, he had suddenly run away with a drastic change in expression not long ago, without even giving a reason.
Beside them, Fred and George were talking about something.
Without caring about the surrounding gazes, Barty Crouch Jr. walked directly onto the platform.
“Alastor, what is this?”
Dumbledore looked at Moody with a puzzled expression.
“Take a good look at who I am!”
Saying that, Moody directly raised his wand and aimed it at himself. With a Reverte spell, he immediately returned to his original appearance, and the mechanical eyeball in his eye socket also fell directly to the ground.
This scene surprised everyone present.
“Barty Crouch Jr.?”
“How is that possible?”
Fudge was the first to react.
This was the son of his old rival. Fudge remembered it very clearly, and his appearance was somewhat similar to Barty Crouch when he was young.
It was because of him that his old rival stepped down, but hadn't he been dead for more than ten years?
How could he appear here now?
And the young wizards, seeing this scene, although they didn't recognize who this was, they also knew that something was wrong.
This Professor Moody was actually an imposter. Then where was the real Professor Moody?
How long had he been impersonating him?
Now that he dared to expose himself in front of Dumbledore, what was he relying on, or had his purpose been achieved?
Standing beside Dumbledore, Fred and George opened their mouths wide, and a bad premonition arose in their hearts.
Although they didn't see who this person was, they vaguely felt that it was related to Harry, and he might have been the one who put Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire.
Now, Ron and Harry might have been captured by him.
Reaching out to stop Fred and George, who wanted to say something, Dumbledore frowned and asked:
“Welcome back to Hogwarts, Barty Crouch Jr.!”
“Where is Alastor Moody now?”
The corners of Barty Crouch Jr.'s mouth directly cracked open, revealing a crazy smile:
“Do you still have the mind to care about Alastor Moody now?”
He had long been tired of staring at other people's faces, and he had no good feelings at all for Alastor Moody, who had captured countless Death Eaters.
If he hadn't wanted to maintain the effects of the Polyjuice Potion, he would have killed him directly.
“Then let's change the subject. What is your purpose in coming to Hogwarts, for Harry?”
Dumbledore took a deep breath.
Judging from the fact that Barty Crouch Jr. had just come into contact with the Polyjuice Potion, Moody was still alive, but he didn't know where he was being held, and his condition was probably not very good.
But as long as he was given Veritaserum later, all of this could be resolved.
“That's right, for Harry, and I succeeded.”
“It was I who made him participate in the Triwizard Tournament, let him get to this point, and finally resurrected my master!”
A look of fanaticism appeared on Barty Crouch Jr.'s face. He had no intention of hiding any of this.
He even couldn't wait to let everyone know how much he had contributed to Voldemort's resurrection. He was the most qualified Death Eater.
“No, that's impossible!”
Fudge stood up trembling and retorted loudly.
He didn't believe in Voldemort's resurrection at all, and how was it possible?
People can't come back to life after death. He had never seen anyone resurrected. At most, some wizards relied on means to live longer.
“What's impossible about that?”
“I am here today to announce that the great Dark Lord Voldemort has been resurrected!”
Barty Crouch Jr. roared angrily, and the fire of anger flashing in his eyes was about to tear Fudge to pieces.
“Aurors, Aurors, come and arrest him, he must be having a nervous breakdown and talking nonsense.”
Fudge directly shouted at the few people behind him who were responsible for protecting his safety.
Since the last incident, Fudge had changed his previous habit of liking to bring a few unreliable followers and was now bringing a team of Aurors specifically to protect his safety wherever he went.
He knew that today, regardless of whether Voldemort's resurrection was true or false.
It had to be defined as false, otherwise the already unstable British wizarding world would be even more chaotic.
