Not in this room?

Harry narrowed his eyes and stared at him, not speaking.

"He's really not there." The werewolf was terrified and exclaimed.

The other werewolves chimed in and testified.

With a flick of his wand, Harry's levitation charm lifted him up, dragging him out of the room amid the exclamations of the others.

In the next room.

Unlike the quiet and dreary on the other side, it was lively and lively, there were only more than a dozen Aurors, but there were more than a hundred werewolves, and it was a waste of time to interrogate them one by one.

Harry walked in.

"You're done there?" Scrimgeour was a little surprised.

Harry didn't speak, but looked at the werewolf floating beside him, and asked, "Is there any here?" ”

The werewolves looked over one by one, their eyes stopped on one of them, and they nodded quickly: "Yes!" ”

With difficulty, he raised his hand and pointed at one person: "That's him." ”

One of the werewolves who had time to be interrogated by the Aurors shuddered and buried his head deeper.

Harry put the werewolf down beside him, and with a flick of his wrist, the werewolf flew in.

"Do you have any information about him?" Harry looked at Scrimthour.

Scrimgeour waved his wand, and a thick stack of materials rattled in his hand, and one flew out and floated towards Harry.

Harry grabbed it.

It's a simple resume.

This is a werewolf who has been registered with the Ministry of Magic, Leon Morris, born in 52, is in his forties this year, but he looks older than Slughorn, Michael Bill, and Professor Sprout.

"Maurice." Harry put him in front of him, ropes tied him up, "What did Crouch tell you?" ”

Morris shuddered, and he buried his head in the grass.

Harry waved his wand.

An invisible force tugged at Maurice's head, forcing him to lift his head and meet Harry's eyes.

Regents.

He whispered the incantation, peeking into Morris's mind.

Scrimgeour glanced to the side, pretending not to see. The Ministry of Magic has always been extremely strict in controlling this kind of magic that violates the souls, minds, and memories of others, and the unauthorized use of peep into memories, or the testimony induced by the unapproved use of truth-spitting potions, are all invalid and must be convicted of the user.

But this is Harry.

Not Dumbledore.

It's better not to see.

In memory.

Harry saw Barty Crouch Jr. again, his face even more tired, even paler.

In a dimly lit environment.

Werewolves, who have human bodies, but like real beasts, huddle in a place called a house, but more like a lair.

Morris greeted Crouch flatteringly: "Mr. Crouch, are you back so soon?" ”

Crouch nodded, and pulled a potion out of his pocket: "This is a potion that my father researched to expel wolfsickness." ”

Maurice took it with joy and was about to uncork it.

The other werewolves pricked up their ears and looked over, their eyes full of longing.

Crouch pressed his hand: "Now is not the time to open. ”

Morris looked up blankly.

Crouch continued, "This potion has to be used during the full moon. ”

"When the moon is full, before you transform, light the potion on fire, and the flame that burns will completely incinerate your wolfia along with the purifying power of the moonlight."

Morris nodded heavily, "I see, Mr. Crouch." ”

"How's it going to gather the werewolves?" Crouch asked.

Morris lowered his head, his expression a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Crouch, even the great Dark Lord can't muster much."

He held the potion tightly in his hand, his body trembling, ready for the punishment of the Diamond Heart Curse.

Crouch spoke softly and shook his head slightly: "It's okay, I can understand this situation." ”

Morris looked up and looked at him in surprise.

Is this Crouch?

The Crouch who would recite the Heart-Piercing Curse to them if he didn't agree with him?

"Gather the werewolves as much as you can." Crouch didn't seem to notice Morris's eyes, and his tone was still gentle, "No matter what method you use, the time is the full moon, when is this month?" It's still next month. ”

"The twenty-fifth of this month." Morris replied.

Crouch bowed: "Then the twenty-five, gather them." ”

"This bottle of potion is enough for thousands of werewolves to relieve their wolfism."

Morris was surprised: "Even those werewolves who are not ready to take refuge in their masters can be exorcised from the curse?" ”

"Of course." Crouch nodded, "This is the sincerity that your father gave you. ”

"Now my father is in need of a group of loyal and reliable friends."

Morris nodded excitedly, and his voice was solemn and serious: "The greatness and kindness of the master will definitely be understood by others." ”

Crouch looked up, his gaze as if penetrating Morris's head, and the rest of the room. Groping and wandering, as if looking for something.

Harry knew he was looking for himself.

Crouch's gaze eventually returned to Morris: "I hope you enjoy the gift." ”

Maurice was surprised, excited, and cheered like a child: "Of course, I like it, Mr. Crouch, I like it." ”

Harry watched him calmly, watching Crouch walk out of the house before waving his wand and waving it lightly, continuing to read Morris's memories.

From this day on, Crouch disappeared from his life.

Only occasionally would werewolves mention it, but when they thought of his Drill Heart Curse, they immediately brought it hastily.

"You're naïve." Harry withdrew from his memory and looked at Maurice.

Morris looked gloomy and did not speak.

He was not as naïve as the other werewolves, thinking that Harry had come to sabotage their treatment, but he realized immediately that it was Crouch's conspiracy, and the strange things that he didn't realize in his past conversations were all in front of his eyes.

Oh, yes

How could such a cruel and ruthless man become so gentle.

How could the mercenary Death Eaters be so selfless and give away what they could blackmail them for nothing.

"Is there a way to contact Crouch?" Harry asked, tilting his head and looking at his left arm, which was empty and empty.

Morris shook his head: "No, it has always been us waiting for Mr. Crouch, waiting for Crouch to contact us." ”

His expression was sad, and there was no breath of life in his tone: "We are just werewolves, lowly werewolves. ”

Righteous wizards do not accept them.

Even if they are in the same league as evil wizards, they are dogs in captivity.

Harry nodded and waved at Scrimgeur, "Do whatever you want, I have to go back to school." ”

He had no mercy for the group.

Adults are responsible for everything they do, and they know exactly what they are doing.

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(End of chapter)