Chapter 311 Revealed
Just when ordinary students are studying hard for their final exams.
As one of the four warriors, Harry also has to face his difficulties.
One day in May, after the Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall asked Harry to go to the Quidditch field at nine o'clock in the evening.
And told Harry that there Ludo Bagman would tell the Warriors what the third task would be.
After listening to Harry's message, Wright knew that this year's story was about to come to an end:
"It's almost time, I have to prepare to start my plan!"
At half past eight in the evening, Harry separated from Light, Ron and Hermione in Gryffindor Tower.
And Wright also found an excuse to leave and headed towards the Quidditch field.
When he arrived at the Quidditch pitch, the warriors were already there.
Standing in the center of the prototype maze, Ludo was excitedly explaining the third project to the warriors who came over.
But Wright did not participate. He turned around and left the stadium that was about to become a maze, and walked towards the Forbidden Forest.
As he passed Hagrid's hut and the Beauxbatons carriage with its lights flashing...
I came to a quiet open space, stopped under the shade of a tree, and began to sense carefully.
Soon, unusual movements were heard in the dark woods far behind him.
"Found you, old Batty!"
As he finished his words, he disappeared from the spot.
When he appeared again, Wright was already in front of a man lying on the ground like a homeless man.
Old Batty now looks like he has been wandering outside for a long time.
His robe was torn, his body was covered in blood, his face was covered with scars, his beard was untidy, and his face looked gray and haggard.
After finding the person, Wright gently raised his hand and shot out a silver light, flying towards Hogwarts.
At this time, Old Batty, who was lying on the ground, seemed to realize that someone was standing in front of him. He struggled to get up and groaned:
"I need to...see...Dumbledore...I have something important..."
But Wright had no intention of playing any detective games with old Batty, and a faint nightmare black mist emerged.
Wrapping up the extremely disheveled old Batty, it was easy to break the Imperius Curse cast on him.
When the black fog dissipated, Old Batty instinctively got up from the ground, his eyes dazed and he muttered:
"Where is this...I am...Barty...Crouch..."
After the curse was lifted, old Batty was stunned for a moment, then slowly came to his senses.
As his memories returned, old Batty's confused face suddenly became extremely nervous.
Then he started running towards the castle, ignoring Wright who was standing there.
"Stop!"
After the awkward sound, old Batty, who had just passed Wright, stopped immediately.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch. Even if he wanted to crawl on the ground, his body wouldn't obey him at all.
Old Batty, who was frozen in place, looked extremely anxious, and his voice was also hurried:
"I don't know who you are, but I hope you can let me go so I can inform Dumbledore."
"I have something very urgent to deal with. I need to go to Dumbledore. Only he can solve it..."
After mumbling for a long time, old Batty found that Wright was unmoved, so he could only grit his teeth and tell the truth:
"That man is getting stronger with the help of the Death Eaters. He is coming back."
"You must let me go now, otherwise the wizarding world will face an extremely terrible disaster."
Although old Batty is very experienced, he doesn't understand what's wrong with him.
But he also knew that the changes that happened to him were probably related to the young man next to him.
So, old Batty could only look at Wright with anxious eyes, hoping that he would let him go.
"Don't worry about this for now. When someone comes, we can talk slowly!"
After hearing Wright's calm words, old Batty, who was originally full of anticipation,
I don’t know what he was thinking about, but his already pale face turned even paler.
He looked at Wright, who had a casual and relaxed expression, in panic, and said in a trembling voice: "You... are... a Death Eater!"
Listening to old Batty's question, he just smiled and didn't give any explanation.
Seeing Wright's smile, old Batty became more certain of his idea.
The mysterious man is about to return, and his own child is the culprit.
However, the person who knew the truth was caught not far away from the person who could solve the problem.
Just when old Batty was about to despair, a tiny glimmer of light came from the woods leading to the castle.
When he saw the person clearly in the dim light, he immediately shouted excitedly:
"Hurry, Moody!"
"The person next to me is a Death Eater, quickly attack him with your wand, I have something very important..."
Before he could finish his words, Moody limped over to Wright with his crutches and stopped.
In the desperate eyes of old Batty, Moody slowly said: "I'm sorry, I'm late!"
"It's all because of my damn legs. I could have gotten here faster."
Old Batty didn't bother to figure out why the crazy Moody was speaking so coherently at this moment.
In despair and anger, he shouted at Moody:
"Moody, I misjudged you!"
"As a legendary Auror, you have now joined the Death Eaters. Are you worthy of those colleagues who have lost their lives?"
"You're a piece of trash. I shouldn't have defended a lunatic like you..."
Moody didn't reply, but just looked at old Batty coldly, as if he was looking at a fool.
After listening to old Batty scolding Moody for several minutes, Wright walked over with a smile on his face as if he was watching a show.
He patted Moody's shoulder gently, and a light black mist entered his body.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you!"
"You've got the wrong person. He's not Moody, but your son Barty Crouch Jr."
As Wright finished his words, the effect of the polyjuice potion was broken by the black mist.
Old Batty, who was cursing happily, was speechless when he saw the handsome face of young Batty.
"Father! We haven't seen each other for a long time, and you are still as stupid and stubborn as ever."
Seeing old Batty's horrified expression, young Batty showed an extremely happy smile.
Old Batty did not reply, but kept panting and staring at Little Batty. After a long while, he said in a hateful voice:
"You are not my son. I don't have a child like you."
"No, I am your child, don't you realize?"
"We are very similar, like we were cut from the same mold."
"So, you should know what I want!"
Looking at his father who was now conscious but standing in front of him helplessly.
Little Barty stretched out his tongue unconsciously, and his expression became extremely happy:
"I will be honored above and beyond any other Death Eater."
"I will become his (Voldemort's) most beloved confidant... closer than a son..."
