"Yes, Master Barty, he's still alive."

The flickering voice was flickering, and Professor McGonagall covered her mouth, letting out a faint exclamation from between her fingers

"Oh my"

Snape also stood in disbelief, muttering to himself, "Little Barty? Crouch? ”

Harry felt a tickle in his fingers, and looked down to see that it was Sirius's big black dog, and ran up to him, sticking out his tongue and licking his fingers, as if to ask him how he was feeling.

Harry touched /ta's head, smoothing the supple fur and feeling his heart settle

"I'm fine, cold, don't worry-"

"Cold" was Harry's code name when Harry secretly went to Hogsmeade to meet his godfather a few months ago, so that Harry wouldn't reveal his identity when they talked about him in front of others.

Sirius sat quietly on the edge of Harry's chair and looked back at Twinkle who was pressed against his chair, and Dumbledore continued in a gentle tone:

"Little Barty, isn't he locked up in Azkaban, how did he get out?"

"It's the hostess, the hostess saved the young master, she turned herself into the young master's appearance, let the young master become her own appearance, they-drank the compound decoction, and changed them in Azkaban."

Harry took a deep breath and listened to Dumbledore's question

"What did your master do when he brought back little Barty?"

Twinkle shook his shoulders, and then replied in a flat voice:

"After the death of the hostess, the master handed over the young master to me, I gave the young master an invisibility cloak from morning to night, and let him hide at home, Young Master Barty is very obedient, but the master is very strict with him, but Twinkle cares about the young master, so I will ask the master to give the young master a reward, which is the reward that the young master deserves."

The house-elf stared at a pair of round and large eyes, and his shoulders were still trembling slightly.

"How did your master control little Barty?"

Twinkle rolled her eyelids upward, she seemed very resistant to the question, but after a pause of about a second or two, she opened her mouth

"Imperius Curse," she spat out a word, "Master uses the Imperius Curse to control the young master—"

Harry felt a chill fill his body, and the beautiful round office suddenly became cold, as if he heard the "hissing" of several people overhead.

Dumbledore didn't look back, he continued to ask:

"Has anyone else found out that little Barty is still alive - except for you and your master?"

"Yes," the twinkling eyelids fluttered violently

"There's a witch, Bertha? Jorkins, who is a colleague of her master at the Ministry of Magic, came to find her master, but the master was not at home, and Twinkle entertained her, but she heard Twinkle talking to the young master, and guessed who was under the invisibility cloak - she shouldn't have taken care of her master's private affairs. Why just won't she let us go? ”

"You didn't kill her, did you?"

When Harry saw Dumbledore ask, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but fold her arms around her chest, her brows twisted together like two inseparable twine.

"No, the master gave her a very powerful amnesia charm that made her completely forget the secrets she had discovered."

"Oh my God—"

Professor McGonagall rubbed her eyebrows, not knowing whether she was relieved or felt more uncomfortable, Harry himself felt like his heart was being clutched, he still remembered his dream, in which Voldemort and Wormtail were discussing, they were discussing, with a joking attitude, discussing a woman he had killed—

"I suppose you convinced your master that the reward for Barty Jr. should be the Quidditch World Cup, right?"

Dumbledore's words fished Harry out of the icy water of his memories, and his gaze returned to the elf sitting in his chair, her big brown eyes shining with a frightened look, but her voice was still blank.

"Yes, the young master hasn't been out in years, he likes Quidditch, young master - he used to love Quidditch so much,"

Her wide, glittering eyes were red, leaving a few tears from the corners of her eyes, and Dumbledore didn't interrupt her until she could continue

"Twinkle persuaded the master, Twinkle said that the mistress would also want the young master to go, she wanted the young master to be free, not to be placed under house arrest for life, and Twinkle thought so too—so did Twinkle—"

Her tears couldn't stop coming from the corners of her eyes, but she didn't seem to be aware of it, and her facial expression didn't change at all.

"The master made a plan, early in the morning to bring Shining and the young master to the box on the top floor, Shining said to reserve a seat for the master, and then let the young master sit there, no one can see it, and after everyone leaves, we will come out again, and no one will find out."

"But something seems to have happened?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"The young master was awakened by those who tortured Muggles, and the young master was very angry, very angry-"

The house-elf began to shake violently, and Snape stepped forward and pressed her shoulders so she could continue.

"Twinkle is very afraid of the young master's appearance, Twinkle uses magic to tie the young master to his side, and wants to take him away from those bad guys, who are all harmed by those bad guys, and they are all harmed-"

Then, his sparkling eyes suddenly widened, and he looked directly at Dumbledore, and said:

"But—the young master has a wand, and the young master found a wand out of nowhere! The young master fired that—that terrible mark—"

At this point, she kept banging her head into the air in front of her, as if fantasizing that there was a pillar in front of her, so that the impact would punish herself

"Twinkle is a bad elf, Twinkle is a bad elf, he failed to look at the young master - Twinkle is useless - he was fired by his master."

Dumbledore straightened up again and said calmly, "Looks like that's all she knows, Minerva, you take Twinkle down first." ”

Professor McGonagall nodded, her hands still clasped to her chest, as if she felt cold from hearing a terrible story, and Harry felt the same way, but Sirius and Fawkes both seemed to be doing their best to warm him.

The oak door was opened and slammed shut, leaving only Dumbledore, Harry, Snape, and Sirius in the Headmaster's office.

"Harry, this is a bit of a tough one, but we still have a few questions to clarify, can you please recall the details about the fake Krum and Cedric in the cemetery?"

Dumbledore asked very sincerely, even though Harry was really tired now, he still nodded, he was willing to do it, even if he was tired, he didn't care, no one could understand the pain and the fear better than him. The man had returned, and he was sure that he was willing to do everything in his power to help Dumbledore.

Sirius's incarnate black dog barked at Dumbledore twice in dissatisfaction, attracting Snape's strange look, and Harry reached out and stroked his godfather's fur, indicating that he was fine.

He began to recall all over again what had just happened on the cemetery, and the memories of vomiting, dizziness, and pain swirled again, pulling him to himself again.

Harry watched Voldemort step by step out of the stone cauldron, listened to his cold, unforgiving voice, "Dress me", and looked at Moody, maybe it should be called Barty Jr.? Crouch crawled feverishly at his feet, the wormtail's restless sobs.

He pulled his gaze back to his eyes, returned to his side, and turned his head to look at Krum next to him, who was this person, not Krum, who could he be?

Harry was full of doubts, he gave Harry's blood to Voldemort, but after Voldemort was resurrected, it was he who let Harry flee first, as if he was worried about Harry's life and death, and it was he who gathered those wizards, those wizards who blocked Voldemort, where did he recruit so many wizards?

Suddenly, a picture floated up from under the lake of memory.

Cedric showed his arm, and there was a hissing black snake tattooed on it, that pattern! It must have some meaning, Krum summoned wizards through that mark!

"Yes...... There's a pattern—"

Harry spoke, frowning, Dumbledore, Snape, and Sirius beside him all looking nervously at him.

Harry recalled as much as he could, to narrate

"Yes...... Is a tattoo...... A pattern ......"

"Slow down, don't rush, Harry, take your time, what tattoo, what pattern ......"

Dumbledore patiently approached Harry, a pair of warm and powerful hands on his knees, soft words effectively relieved all his nervousness, and Harry became calm.

"It's a snake, a black snake—"

"Black snake?"

Snape suddenly changed color, and he rushed up in three steps into two, only to be stopped by the black dog that came out, and the big black dog bared his teeth in menace at him.

"Calm down, cold." It was Dumbledore's voice.

"Is it a black snake spitting letters?" Snape looked at Harry and asked him with a solemn expression, as if he knew such a mark.

Harry thought about it, and the conspicuous snake letter gradually became clear in his memory, and he nodded and said:

"Well, while spitting out letters, Krum touched the tattoo on Cedric's arm with his wand, and a lot of wizards appeared."

"They're apparitions." Dumbledore whispered, and then he looked at Snape with regret and hesitation on his face, which Harry had never seen on Dumbledore's face.

"Is that really him? Severus? ”

Snape gritted his teeth and nodded, his cold black eyes as if a huge wave had set off in the sky

"I've seen that pattern, I've seen it more than once......"

"May I think he's imitating the Dark Mark of the Dark Devil?"

Dumbledore straightened up and came to Harry's side, and Harry turned his head to see that he seemed to be rubbing his brow, as if he was tired.

"In terms of effect, it's very similar—" Snape looked at Harry with a gloomy face, an expression that Harry was all too familiar with, and that was how Snape looked at him in every Potions class.

He ...... How many wizards came after the summoning? ”

"Many, many, dozens—" Harry replied truthfully.

"You're saying that Krum and dozens of wizards launched an attack on the resurrected Voldemort, but you were asked to find the Triumph Cup first and escaped, right?"

Harry thought for a moment, then nodded in reply

"Yes."

As weird as it sounds, "Krum" does just that.

"Professor, you know who he is, don't you?" Harry turned to Dumbledore, and from the conversation between the two, he believed that the two men must have come to a conclusion.

"I'm not sure it's him, but you know this person." Dumbledore said solemnly.

Snape paced back and forth in place, more than he had just heard Barty Jr. Crouch's news was even more disturbing, and he muttered repeatedly:

"Where did he get so many wizards? Are they all adult wizards? ”

"Calm down, Severus." Dumbledore's words caused Snape to stop, and he seemed to regain his composure, standing there, motionless, with a gloomy, cold air all over his body.

"It's Ning'an, Harry, we think that person should be Ning'an."

"Ning'an?"

The familiar name appeared in Harry's ears again, but it became more complicated, Krum is Ning'an?

He couldn't believe it, but if it was Ning An, why would he do it? What else does he know? What is the purpose?

A series of mysteries bloomed in Harry's mind like a flower, and Snape said coldly beside him:

"The mark of the Black Serpent, once the symbol of the Serpent Letter, a small organization that was popular at Hogwarts, I didn't expect, I thought you would know more about these than you do, Harry? Potter ......"

In fact, Harry didn't know that he was in Gryffindor and Ning'an was in Slytherin, and the intersection between the two had been very rare since the second year.

Sirius was very unhappy with Snape's sarcastic tone, baring his teeth at him, and let out a whimpering and dangerous growl in his throat, as if he would rush up and bite him at any moment.

Dumbledore passed between a man and a dog, blocking their view of each other, crouched down in front of Harry again, pressed his shoulders and said to him earnestly:

"Don't tell anyone just yet, Harry, it's just a guess, our worst enemy is still the Dark Lord."

Harry nodded stunned, in fact he was still digesting the information he had just gotten.

"That is, is Voldemort really back, Professor?"

The room was quiet again because of Harry's words, and Dumbledore looked at Harry and said slowly:

"You should know better, Harry, that you're the one who saw it with your own eyes."

Harry withdrew his gaze and stared blankly at the Phoenix Fawkes standing on his lap, the gorgeous tail feathers so bright and beautiful.

"Yes, yes...... He's back......"

"Come on, Harry, I'm done, now you need to rest, get a good night's sleep at Madam Pomfrey's, I think you're tired too."

Dumbledore said and pushed open the door to his office, and Professor McGonagall and a stocky figure stood outside the door, the Ministry of Magic/Zhang, Connelly? Fudge.