Moody in the box didn't reply, looking weak.

Dumbledore climbed in and gently approached the sleeping Moody, who bent down.

"Hypnotized by Imberion's spells, he's weak," Dumbledore said. "Of course, they won't let him die, Harry, throw the liar's coat off, Alastor is frozen and Madam Pomfrey needs to show him, but he's not in any danger right now. ”

Harry did so, Dumbledore covered Moody's coat, wrapped him up, and climbed out of the suitcase, then he picked up the silver bottle from the table, removed the lid, and turned it upside down, a viscous liquid dripping down the floor.

"It's a polyjuice potion, Harry," Dumbledore said, "you see how simple and useful it is, because Moody never drinks potions that aren't from his water bottles, it's his trait, and of course this liar wants to lock up the real Moody, only then can he continue to make potions, you see his hair......"

Dumbledore looked at Moody under the suitcase, "This liar has been cutting the hair from Alastode's head. But I think tonight, our fake Moody's will forget about doing it as usual, and at this point, we'll see ......"

Dumbledore dragged over the stool at the table and sat down, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Moody on the ground, and Harry looked at him for a few minutes...... Then, in Harry's eyes, the face of the person lying on the ground began to change slightly, the scar disappeared, the skin became smooth, the damaged nose grew and began, the long, thick gray hair also shrank to the head and was replaced by golden hair, and suddenly, with a bang, the wooden leg fell off, and a normal human leg grew out in its original position, so that the originally rough palm also changed color, becoming a silver-white palm, and after a while, the magic eye ran out of that face, a normal eye grew out, and the magic eye rolled to the ground, turning irregularly in all directions。

Harry saw a man lying in front of him, with fair skin, freckles and thick hair, and Harry recognized him, who he had seen in Dumbledore's meditation basin when he wanted to prove his innocence to Mr. Crouch......

Most importantly, he should have stayed next to Voldemort, not here, that silver-white palm, one of the conditions for Voldemort's resurrection.

Harry looked at it again.

Now he has wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and looks much older......

Hurried footsteps were heard in the hallway, and Snape returned, followed by Twinkle and then Professor McGonagall.

"Crouch!" Snape shouted, staying in the doorway, "Barty Crouch Jr."

"God. McGonagall said, staying in the doorway and staring at the man lying on the ground. The dirty, disheveled Twinkle stood next to Snape, her mouth wide open and a deafening scream.

"Master Crouch, Master Crouch, how could you be here she pounced on the young man, leaned on his face, and shouted to Dumbledore, "You killed him, you killed him, you killed the master's son!"

"He's just fainted, Twinkle. Dumbledore said, "Please step aside, Severus, did you bring the potion?"

Snape handed Dumbledore a small glass vial of completely clear liquid, the same elixir he had used to threaten Harry in class.

Dumbledore stood up, walked over to the young man, leaned down and pulled him to the wall-mounted mirror, which reflected Dumbledore.

Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall were still there, kneeling on the ground, trembling hands over his face, Dumbledore pried open the young man's mouth, poured three drops of potion in, and pointed his wand at the young man's chest.

"Enerrate!"

Crouch's son opened his eyes, his face was loose and misty, and Dumbledore was half-kneeling so that their faces were facing each other.

"Can you hear me?" asked Dumbledore softly. The man's eyes flickered a few times. muttered in reply......

"Good!"

"I want you to tell me," Dumbledore said softly, "how did you get here, and how did you escape from Azkban?"

Crouch took a deep breath, with a shuddering sound, and then said in a low, emotionless tone: "My mother saved me, she knew she was dying, she begged my father to save me, that was her last wish, my father loved her but did not like me, but he agreed, and they came to visit me and gave me a polyjuice decoction containing one of my mother's hair, and my mother also drank a polyjuice decoction containing one of my own hair." As a result, we swapped bodies. ”

Twinkle kept shaking her head tremblingly, "Don't say it, Master Crouch, don't say it, you make your father very embarrassed!"

But Crouch took another deep breath and said in that low tone, "Those stupid Dementors, they sent a cool man, a dying man in Azkaban, and they sent a cool man, a dying man, and my father smuggled me out pretending to be my mother, because every prisoner was watching us through the door. ”

"It didn't take long for my mother to die in Azkaban! she drank the polyjuice potion, she took my body and buried it in my name, and everybody believed that she was me. The man's eyelids fluttered several more times.

"What did your father do to you after he brought you home?" asked Dumbledore calmly.

"Arrange my mother's funeral, a quiet and secret funeral, the tomb was empty, the domestic servants took care of me and then I was hidden, I was kept under strict surveillance, my father had to subdue me with a lot of spells, and as I gradually regained my strength, I just wanted to go and find my master...... Go back and play for him!"

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

"With the Inberio spell. "I was under the control of my relatives, and was compelled to wear an invisibility cloak day and night, and was always with this servant, who cared for me and sympathized with me, and persuaded my father to give me occasional hospitality, which she said was in return for my good behavior." ”

"Master Crouch, Master Crouch," Twinkle covered her face and whimpered, "You shouldn't have told them we're going to be in trouble......"

Obviously, though, the words of a house-elf don't stop Barty Crouch Jr., who has eaten the potion of truth, from confessing the facts.

Harry listened intently, he had seen the woman, a woman who seemed gentle and kind.