"Twinkle persuaded my father," said little Crow, still in that monotonous voice, "and she persuaded him for months. I haven't been out in a few years. I love Quidditch. Let him go, she said, he can wear an invisibility cloak, he can watch the game. Let him get some fresh air. She said my mother would want me to go. She told my father that my mother saved me to set me free, not to be placed under house arrest for life. My father finally agreed. ”

"Very well planned. My dad took me and Sparkle to the top box early in the morning, and Sparkle could say that she had reserved a seat for my dad. I sat there, and no one could see it. We'll come out again when everyone leaves. It looks like a sparkling person, and no one will notice it. ”

"But Twilight didn't know that I was getting 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 the wand, and Twilight didn't know it. Twinkle has a fear of heights and has been covering her face with her hands. ”

"Young Master Barty, you bad boy!" Twinkle whispered, tears streaming down her fingers.

"You took the wand," Dumbledore said, "what did you do with it?"

"We went back to the tent," Crouch Jr. said, "and then we heard the voices of the Death Eaters. Those who have not been in Azkaban, who have never suffered for my master, have betrayed him. They weren't as involuntary as I was, and they were free to go and find him, but they weren't. They only play tricks on Muggles. Their voices woke me up. For the first time in years, my mind was so clear. I was so angry that I took my wand and wanted to teach these disloyal people a lesson. My father wasn't in the tent, he went to rescue the Muggles. Twinkle was scared to see me so angry. She used her magic to tie me to her. She dragged me out of the tent and into the woods away from the Death Eaters. I wanted to stop her, I wanted to go back to camp. I want the Death Eaters to see what loyalty to the Dark Lord is, and punish them for their disloyalty. I used my stolen wand to launch the Dark Mark into the air. ”

"The wizards from the Ministry of Magic are here and cast stun spells everywhere. A spell shot into the woods where Twinkle and I stood, breaking the bond between us, and we both were knocked unconscious. ”

"When Twinkle was discovered, my father knew I must be nearby. He searched the bushes where Twinkle was, and found me lying there. He waited until the rest of the Ministry of Magic had left the woods, then recast the Imperius Curse on me and brought me home. He chased Sparkle away because she didn't take a fancy to me and got me the wand, almost letting me run away. ”

Twinkle let out a cry of despair.

What follows, as Phoenix planned, at least sounds flawless.

"I offered to put the Triumph Cup into the maze before dinner," Barty Crouch Jr. whispered, "and turned it into a portkey, but I failed, and I tried by all means to stop Peverell, and he knocked Potter unconscious." I didn't know what was going to happen, I waited - seeing him come back safely, I knew that there must be some trouble with my master, and I was going to take Harry away first--Snape came and saw that I was going to take Potter away and immediately attacked me-" A deep hatred appeared on his face and his head drooped. Twinkle cried beside him.

Dumbledore looked down at Barty Crouch Jr. with a look of disgust on his face. Then he raised his wand, and several ropes whizzed out of it, wrapping around Barty Crouch Jr., and tying him up in a strong knot. Dumbledore turned to Professor McGonagall and said:

"Minerva, can you take him back to Moody's office and stay there?"

"No problem. Professor McGonagall said. She looked a little disgusted, like she had been looking at a sick person. However, when she drew her wand and pointed at Barty Crouch Jr., her hand was very steady. Twilight followed Crouch Jr. as Professor McGonagall departed.

"Severus," Dumbledore turned to Snape, "please go and get Madam Pomfrey, we need to get Alastor Moody to the hospital room." Then you go to the grounds, find Cornelius Fudge, and bring him to the office. He definitely wanted to interrogate Crouch Jr. himself. You tell him that if he needs me, this half hour later my office. ”

Snape nodded silently and quickly left the room.

"Phoenix," Dumbledore said mildly. He sat down behind the desk across from Phoenix. He looked at Phoenix, but Phoenix avoided his gaze. Dumbledore was going to ask him a question.

"I want to know, Phoenix, what happened after you touched the portkey in the labyrinth?" Dumbledore said.

Eden flew into his lap and let out a soft, quivering chirp. Phoenix hung his head and his hands unconsciously combed its feathers.

After a while, Dumbledore waited patiently, and he took a deep breath and began to narrate to him. He saw how Voldemort had come back to life, with the magic he had created himself, and how he had seized the opportunity of Voldemort's body to check his body and resist. In the end, he used Peter, aka Wormtail, as a substitute for the dead ghost, and grabbed the trophy and returned.

He had been going over and over for a while, and when he had tortured Crouch Jr., he had been thinking that he had modified his memory to make it feel more realistic.

"He didn't use your blood?" Dumbledore asked, Phoenix tensed.

"Blood? no, no—" Phoenix thought as his brain raced, "I think it's a kind of magic he created himself." ”

Dumbledore looked puzzled and looked up for a long time. After a moment, he seemed to be much older, and said in a tired voice, "After figuring everything out, I thought he would use three-block resurrection magic, an ancient magic - speaking of which, this kind of magic is the first of its kind in your family." ”

"Cutting-edge Black Magic Revealed" mentioned that three kinds of medicine are needed to restore a complete body. He knew what Dumbledore was talking about about magic, and Phoenix was relieved, and Dumbledore didn't doubt it.

"Quite right. But why is he-" Dumbledore got up, not going on, "now it's time for you to go back to your dorm and celebrate with your friends." ”

As he reached the door, Dumbledore stopped him and said, "Phoenix, don't tell anyone about the cemetery, I'll tell Fudge that we found out everything by finding out what little Crouch was disguised as Moody." I don't think Voldemort would be too happy that you had escaped at his hands, and he should have wanted to return in secret - your fight against him had ruined his plans, and it was better not to let him focus on you. ”

Phoenix looked back at his old and tired face, Dumbledore was old.

"Of course, Professor. I understand. ”

No sooner had he stepped out of the stone statue than a figure swooped down.

"If you win, you know you're going to win. Hermione hugged him tightly. "It's great that everybody is okay. We've been speculating that someone has tampered with the Goblet of Fire, but now it seems that there may be something wrong with it. ”

"It seemed like everybody took my victory for granted. Phoenix patted her on the back, "Someone did do it, though." ”

Hermione let go of him, froze there.

"During the summer vacation, I was following you carefully—" Suddenly someone yelled and ran towards them.

"It's a pity, but there's no way, Minerva—" said Cornelius Fudge.

"You should never have brought it into the castle!" Professor McGonagall exclaimed, "if Dumbledore finds out—"

Hermione jumped away like an electric shock, blushing and not daring to look at Professor McGonagall. And McGonagall was excited, oh, more likely to be trembling with anger.

"What are you doing here?" Fudge grimaced, smiling, "Oh, of course, of course. You should - well, we have something to do, you go first. ”

"Good night, professor, minister. Phoenix pulled Hermione and didn't say much, and immediately ran away.