The effect of the compound decoction is only one hour.

The Death Eaters watched him quietly.

Pierce Sinkenis was not a Death Eater or someone they could co-opt, he was a staunch opponent of their masters, a brave warrior who caused them a lot of trouble, and some of them were sent to Azkaban by Sinkenis himself.

If it was really Pierce Hinkenes, they would have tore him apart by now.

But he's not.

More than ten minutes passed.

Pierce Hinkness's body began to contort, his elongated face tucked into smaller frames, his skeleton shrinking, and his well-fitting robe hanging down.

A pale, emaciated, hideous face, familiar to all the Death Eaters present, appeared before their eyes.

"Barty?" One exclaimed.

"Don't call me by that name." Crouch looked coldly.

The man shuddered: "Dear godson." ”

Crouch nodded in satisfaction, he liked the somewhat nondescript sounding title - he was the only one among the Death Eaters who had been approved by his "father" to be the closest person to him.

"I heard you're not dead?" He asked cautiously.

Crouch sneered: "I should be dead." ”

"But Mrs. Crouch is soft-hearted, and she cannot see the suffering of me, the man of flesh and blood, who should be called her son." He spoke, speaking in a cold, bystander tone about what had happened to him, "This stupid, life-idle Hufflepuff has finally come up with a clever idea. ”

"He asked Mr. Crouch to replace me with a polyjuice decoction, and she, as a mother, went to jail for her child."

"Mr. Crouch is not as iron-faced and selfless as he seems."

"The reason why he was like that was only to wave the whip in his hand and listen to the well-behaved lambs wailing and crying to him."

"He agreed, and I think he should have said yes without hesitation, after all, he should also be tired of that crazy woman who only knows how to complain all day long."

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, raised his hand, covered half of his eyes, and spoke in a pompous and witty tone, revealing an indescribable taste of sarcasm: "What a great mother's love." ”

"She had already suffered a lot of torture from Mr. Crouch."

"Not long after coming to Azkaban, she died."

He let go of his hand and gently swiped his index finger and thumb: "You know, the person who dies by taking the compound decoction will retain the appearance when he took the compound decoction, everyone thought I was dead, but no one could have imagined that it was Mrs. Crouch who died." ”

"I'm alive."

At this, he paused again, and looked around at the group: "Unfortunately, in the more than ten years since I left Azkaban, I have not been able to achieve true freedom. ”

"Mr. Crouch imprisoned me, took away my wand, took away my thoughts, took away my freedom. Of course, this is not too much, after all, he did the same to me before I found my real father. ”

"I've been resisting and I didn't get rid of it until recently."

"But after I was free, I was disappointed."

Crouch's tone became pathetic and angry: "Fourteen years, from my father's accident to my breaking free from the shackles, a full fourteen years. ”

"You guys didn't come in handy!"

"My father was in Albania, alone, and had no servants to serve him, and even to the point that only a trace of a wandering spirit remained. Father is suffering, but what are you doing? ”

Bellatrix was the first to cry.

Others are pretending and pretending.

"Alright." Crouch waved his hand impatiently, "I don't have time to settle accounts with you one by one, now my father's situation is very dangerous, and the time has come." ”

"Of course."

"Until then, I still have to settle an account with one person."

In a long, sticky tone, he pronounced a name: "Lucius Malfoy." ”

"One of the Death Eaters my father trusted the most."

"You should be here, I specifically told Amicus to bring you out."

Perkin's head hunched over, humbly crouched on the ground, hands and feet together, crawled like a dog: "Dear godson, I am here. ”

Crouch lowered his head and sneered, "So you're here, dear Lucius." ”

"Today, today, how did you become so embarrassed?"

Lucius pressed his head to the upper of Crouch's shoe.

"Father really trusts you." Crouch sighed, very melancholy, "He wanted to give it to me, but my father trusted me, but he didn't trust my family, so he gave it to you." ”

"You know what I'm talking about?"

Lucius's body trembled.

The cold November wind, accompanied by Crouch's words, pierced his body, took away his flesh, and left only a lone heart, hanging from his ribs, cut by the cold wind, by the cold rain, by the blood, and then dried.

"But what did you do with your father's trust?" Crouch raised his wand in his hand.

It's not his root.

Black prickly pear wood, nine and three-quarters inches, dragon heartstrings.

It was the trophy he had captured from an Auror, a wand of great power that was perfect for the dark arts.

"Lucius, answer me, what have you done to trust your father?" Crouch's tone remained calm.

Lucius hung his head even lower.

Frightened, trembling, afraid to speak.

The pain of the previous Piercing Spell was still on him.

"You failed your father." Crouch stood, letting him press down, even though there was a faint pain in the surface of his feet, "You put your father's most important things in Hogwarts and leaked your father's most important information." ”

"Let my father's resurrection plan be thwarted again and again."

"Lucius, my dear friend, can I still count on you as my father's most faithful servant?"

"Of course." Lucius's voice was hoarse, and he couldn't wait to answer, "I have always been the most faithful servant of my master. ”

He kissed Crouch's feet.

Crouch nodded slowly: "Then I'll prove it to me, Lucius, I have a task for you." ”

Lucius's movements froze, and his body and heart were completely air-dried.

"Look up and look at me." Crouch whispered.

Lucius struggled to lift his head.

"You should know what your father gave you?" Crouch asked him.

Lucius gritted his teeth and nodded.

He didn't know it before, he thought it was just a hot dark magic item, but now he knew, it was much hotter than ordinary black magic items, it was a Horcrux, the Dark Lord's Horcrux.

"Father is more than that." Crouch tapped his wand on Lucius's head, "There's also one piece stored in the Lestrange family's Gringotts vault, and that's the Hufflepuff Gold Cup." ”

The torment of Azkaban's long years.

Lucius was thinned, and the faint light of the darkness turned on, casting a thick shadow where his cheeks had sunken in, illuminating him like a dead man who had just crawled out of a grave.

"Let, let Father show you your faithfulness."

"Lestrange can't show up, but they can give you the token."

"Resurrect your father, okay?"

The last sentence made Lucius a little breathless, he clenched his fists and forced a smile: "Dear godson, what should I do?" ”

"It takes vitality, a lot of vitality." Crouch's face was expressionless, and his wand tapped at him, "At least twenty living human lives, send them to the vault for Father to eat, and let Father regain his strength." ”

Lucius's face became even more ugly.

It's difficult.

It's not just twenty, it's such a huge number.

And send them to the vault.

"Why don't you just snatch the master's thing?" He took a deep breath and asked cautiously.

"Idiot!" Crouch scolded him angrily, "You can hide the prison escape for as long as you want!" Are you trying to tell Dumbledore, Potter, that the Death Eaters are preparing for their father's resurrection? ”

"With our strength alone, we can't stand up to Potter."

Bellatrix was shocked: "Harry Potter? One of the imps that the owner wants him to die of? ”

"I remember that he is at most sixteen this year, not more than eighteen, he really has the strength to compete with his master?"

Crouch grimaced her mistake and corrected her: "It's fifteen." ”

"Mr. Potter is only fifteen years old."

"But he's strong, and his level of magic is hard for me to match."

Speaking of which, he paused: "Snape, do you remember?" ”

The Death Eaters nodded.

It's hard for them to lose the impression of someone so powerful.

It was also at this time that they noticed that the most powerful person in the Death Eaters, who was supposed to be the biggest card of the Death Eaters, was not here.

'Potter is as strong as Snape, no, maybe he's stronger now.' Crouch whispered, "In his third year, Potter was able to go back and forth with Snape and cut off one of his arms. ”

"Snape is so faithful, can't he wait to avenge his master?" Bellatrix sighed.

"Loyalty?" Crouch sneered and shook his head, "I doubt Snape's loyalty, he's now the noble Hogwarts Potions professor. ”

Hogwarts Professor?

Some Death Eaters, who did not understand the changes of the times, were stunned.

"And now, Potter is in the fifth grade." Crouch gestured, "Last year, Father tried another way to resurrect him, and we sorted out twelve Death Eaters, of course, not as good as you elites. ”

"But at that time, they were already twelve of my father's most skilled servants."

"But even with the magic given by their father, they can temporarily have the same level of magic as you, but they still can't do anything to Potter, just like we slaughtered Muggles, Potter slaughtered those twelve pieces of waste with ease."

"Fortunately, my father was very far-sighted, and he knew that it might not be possible to do so, so he arranged for me to do other things."

The Death Eaters stared.

They couldn't imagine, and they couldn't believe it, that a fifteen-year-old wizard could be as powerful as Crouch described.

(End of chapter)