Phoenix felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, and his nose was filled with the smell of grass. He stood up and put away his wand, straightened his clothes, and held the trophy in his other hand.

A wave of sound overwhelmed him, bewildering, and everywhere there were sounds, footsteps, shouts—every time he waved his hand, the Slytherins let out a deafening cheer.

"The champion is born - the new Triwizard Tournament champion, Phoenix Peverell, Hogwarts School!" Slytherin rushed over, Draco, Nott, and Sabini first, Melinda and Daphne behind them, waving their flags excitedly.

Surrounded by black and oppressive figures, they all crowded towards him. Crabbe and Goyle carried him on their shoulders. He saw the tall stands around him, with people walking around them, stars shining overhead.

"We're all done. Andrei breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, but the war has just begun. ”

"You have Beauxbatons in France, and Durmstrang in Russia, and we can say that our energy is far greater than that of Klaus. ”

"Don't think so, Grindelwald didn't turn Europe upside down alone—" Karkaroff suddenly jumped up from his seat, clutched his arms and fled. Several people were knocked to the ground by him.

"Your headmaster's reaction is too great. Henry said with a grin.

"No—"

This little episode went unnoticed at first, until a makeshift podium was magically erected. When the awards were being presented, it was discovered that Durmstrang's principal was missing, and several people said that he had run away and did not know where he had gone.

"What the hell is Karkarov. He doesn't come—you see—Albus—"

"Finish the award ceremony first. Dumbledore looked serious, and in the distance Snape brought Harry back. Snape nodded at him.

The award ceremony was held as usual, and Fudge handed him the Triwizard Tournament trophy with a smile on his face. The moment he lifted the trophy, the cheers rose to the sky again.

The sky lit up with a dazzling array of magical flowers, first the coat of arms of Hogwarts, then the Slytherin motifs, and a variety of symbolic motifs rose one after the other and hung in the starry night.

"I knew you were going to win. What did you encounter in the labyrinth? Tell me about it. Draco patted him on the shoulder excitedly, as if he were the winner of the tournament. The crowd was noisy, and the crowd sang ready-made celebratory songs, but the lyrics and tunes were far from the same.

Nott, Rogge, and Brace are discussing a celebratory party back in the common room. Snape pulled Phoenix out of the crowd and told him that the Headmaster wanted to see him immediately.

"Maybe Dumbledore will give you some award for your contribution to the school. Melinda also forgot about the contradictions between them, and said in a matter-of-fact manner.

"Trust me, it won't. ”

They left the crowd and took a more secluded path. Before meeting Dumbledore, they had to communicate a little.

"How? Dumbledore believes it?"

"Yes, not long after Crouch Jr. and you returned, Voldemort summoned the Death Eaters. Together, he understood everything, or he thought he understood. I found that Crouch Jr. didn't express his suspicions, and I still trusted him. ”

"Very well, to make Voldemort think that little Crouch was exposed, not that I told Dumbledore. I'm sure you can handle it. "Phoenix is ahead of the curve, taking a shortcut that few people know about.

Snape thought for a moment before he said, "It can be done." His tone was very puzzled, since he helped the Dark Lord resurrect, why did he still inform Dumbledore, as long as he dealt with little Crouch, he concealed the call of the Dark Lord's mark. It would take a long time for Dumbledore to know that he was back.

"Help him, but the situation is forcing it. But then again, I might have something to ask him to help with. ”

They had come to the bright gate, which had a sphinx knocker on it, and Phoenix knocked on them, and immediately Dumbledore's voice came from inside, "Please come in." ”

There is more than one person in the office. Dumbledore paced back and forth in front of the table with a solemn expression. Professor McGonagall held her wand and pointed at little Crouch as she regained her form. A house-elf knelt beside him and cried and cried, constantly shouting: Master Barty, it should be the elf of the Crouch family.

"You may be seated, Mr. Peverell. Dumbledore gestured to the chair beside him. "I have a question for you, and I'd like you to tell me, right now-Severus-"

The elf covered her face with her hands and trembled. Dumbledore poured three potions on the man, then pointed his wand at the man's chest and said, "Revive quickly!"

Crouch's son opened his eyes, his gaze blank and his cheeks flabby. Dumbledore crouched in front of him, face to face.

"Can you hear me?" asked Dumbledore calmly.

The man's eyelids twitched a few times.

"I can hear you. He whispered.

"I want you to tell us," Dumbledore said gently, "how did you end up here, how did you escape from Azkaban?"

Dumbledore asked from the beginning, wanting to know every detail of the matter.

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. ”

Twinkle shook her head, trembling all over.

"Don't say it, Master Barty, don't say it, you're going to get your father in trouble!"

But little Crouch took another deep breath and continued to speak in a flat voice.

"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. ”

The man's eyelids twitched.

"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. When I regained my strength, I wanted nothing more than to find my master - to serve him again. ”

"How did your father restrain you?" Dumbledore asked.

"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. ”

"Master Barty, Master Barty," Sparkle said, covering her face and sobbing, "you shouldn't have told them that we'd be unlucky—"

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

"Yes," 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 and came over to check, and she could guess 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. ”

"Let's talk about the Quidditch World Cup. Dumbledore said.