I'm the king of the roll at Hogwarts

Louis remembered Barty Crouch Jr.'s Alsatian behavior clearly.

This kid can be considered the second most filial son in Hogwarts. As for why he is not the first... then the first most filial son must be Voldemort.

With Voldemort, the Dark Lord and Barty Crouch Jr.'s immediate superior, Barty Crouch Jr. could only come in second.

But then again, it's no wonder that Voldemort is admired by Barty Crouch Jr. After all, Voldemort is a father-killing-level figure in the Alliance of Father's Avengers. It is seriously suspected that Barty Crouch Jr.'s feud with his father is due to his poor imitation of Voldemort.

Rebellion against my magnificent father... No...

The traditional culture of the British people belongs to us, and the roots have been found.

With Dumbledore leading the way, Louis and Dumbledore teleported to the school gate in almost an instant. Barty Jr., who had transformed into Moody, was talking eagerly with Barty Sr. After listening carefully, it seemed that Barty Jr. was trying to trick his father into going out for a while.

After all, there are too many people here, so Avada is useless.

Old Barty was listening to the fake Moody's nonsense when he suddenly saw Dumbledore walking towards them. He immediately left the fake Moody and walked towards Dumbledore.

Little Barty, who was pretending to be Moody, noticed his father's movements, looked in the direction he was walking, and his face was instantly filled with horror.

He tried to run, but was knocked to the ground by Dumbledore with a spell.

Now it was old Barty's turn to be surprised. He frowned and looked back at the fake Moody, and asked in confusion: "Why, Albus, do you have a grudge against Alastor?"

"Oh, that's not the case." Dumbledore waved his magic and cast a Disillusionment Spell - before he took action, he used magic to divert the attention of his classmates, and no one noticed what was happening here.

Under the effect of the Disfigurement Spell, the fake Moody's body gradually disappeared.

"Okay, let's go back to the headmaster's office first." Dumbledore stopped old Barty from talking and used a spell to bring the invisible fake Moody back to the headmaster's office.

……

When old Barty arrived at the principal's office, he didn't even sit down. When the door closed, he immediately shouted, "My son, Barty Crouch Jr., he ran away..."

"Speak slowly, the sky won't fall." Dumbledore cast a calming spell.

Afterwards, Barty Jr.'s body gradually reappeared - the effect of the polyjuice potion had expired, and now Barty Jr. had returned to his original appearance.

Old Barty looked at his unconscious son on the ground in astonishment, then looked at Dumbledore and asked in surprise, "He...he turned into Alastor? Oh, then everything is clear. I thought you had some conflict with him."

As he spoke, Old Barty shook his head vigorously, as if his mind was not clear. "I was wondering why I felt so awkward just now. There was always a sense of disobedience. It turns out that this Alastor is fake."

"I'm sorry, this may be the aftereffects of the Imperius Curse." He added, "Things are a little complicated. Let me sort them out before I tell you."

Louis looked at poor old Barty. If he hadn't discovered it in time this time, old Barty would have had a bad end - he would have been killed by his own son with a spell, turned into a piece of bone, and buried in front of Hagrid's hut.

Hagrid: Why do you keep throwing and burying everything in my house?
"It's okay, Barty." Dumbledore handed old Barty a glass of iced lemonade at the right time. Old Barty took the lemonade, drank a few gulps, and then put his hand on his forehead, as if the lemonade was very cold.

After a long while, old Barty said slowly: "It's a bit too cold, Albus."

"You drank too hastily." Dumbledore said slowly, "Don't worry, we have plenty of time - you are safe in Hogwarts."

This flag is not very popular, Principal.

Old Barty paused for a moment before he said quietly, "Not long after the Quidditch World Cup, Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort suddenly appeared in my home. At that time, only my father and I were left at home.

Voldemort said he needed a loyal follower to help him regain power, so he chose my son. Voldemort easily rescued my son from my imprisonment. After that, they cast the Imperius Curse on me and forced me to continue working at the Ministry as usual to cover up the truth..."

"What is their plan?" asked Dumbledore.

Old Batty shook his head, indicating that he didn't know: "I don't know either. They never discuss these things in front of me."

Dumbledore nodded, lowered his head and wrote a few words, handed the paper to Fawkes, and told him to go call Snape.

A moment later, Snape walked into the headmaster's office with a bottle of liquid in his hand.

His mind was full of thoughts like, hey, life is here.

Those who needed to use Veritaserum were often the diehard Death Eaters who were captured. Snape didn't mind feeding them a little potion to make them happy.

The first person he saw was little Barty, who was wearing Mad-Eye Moody's outfit. On the ground next to him, his crazy eye was still twisting like a cramp.

"Barty Crouch Jr." Dumbledore introduced Snape, "You should be familiar with him, Severus."

"Of course I know him." Snape smiled creepily, "Voldemort's most loyal lackey, ha...how ironic."

As he said this, he glanced at old Batty meaningfully, his sarcasm directed entirely at the old man.

Not long after, Barty Crouch Jr. woke up. He looked at the familiar Hogwarts headmaster's office, then at Dumbledore, and then at his father, licking his tongue and smiling sinisterly.

Snape was a ruthless man of few words. He walked up to him, pried open his mouth, and forcefully poured a few drops of truth serum into his mouth.

Barty wanted to use non-violent non-cooperation, but Snape was a man who had been with both the black and white devils. If he wanted to pry open the mouth of a diehard, wouldn't it be easy for him? His grip was so strong that Barty's jaw was almost dislocated.

After a moment, Dumbledore asked, "Name?"

"Barty Crouch Jr." Barty Jr. answered truthfully, reluctantly.

"How did you deal with Moody?" Dumbledore asked quickly. Barty hesitated for a while, but finally said honestly: "I broke into Mad-Eye Moody's house with Wormtail, Peter Pettigrew, and ambushed him in his house when he was away. We attacked him by surprise and kidnapped him."

"Why do you do this?" Dumbledore looked at him with sharp eyes.

"Voldemort heard that Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang were planning to hold the Triwizard Tournament this year, so he asked me to use Polyjuice Potion to transform myself into Mad-Eye Moody. He knew that Moody was the person you trusted the most, so he would definitely let him participate in the Triwizard Tournament. So I put Moody in a magic box and carried him around all the time, and used his hair to make some Polyjuice Potion."

The truth serum is really powerful. When little Barty tells the truth, it's like spilling the beans from a bamboo tube.

In fact, it is not surprising that Barty Jr. directly called Voldemort by his code name. It is known that Barty Jr. is one of the few known wizards who calls "Voldemort" instead of "Dark Lord" or other names. In the original book, he directly told Harry Voldemort's name after the third task. He is also the only known Death Eater who did so.

There is a saying that Barty Jr. sees Voldemort as a kind of father figure. He fanatically worships Voldemort and is willing to sacrifice and give everything for the Dark Lord. At the same time, he also knows that Voldemort is a half-blood, but he doesn't care, which is somewhat contradictory to the pure-blood supremacy believed by the Death Eaters.

"Then where did your potion come from?" Snape asked suddenly.

Barty Jr. looked at Snape with a silly look in his eyes: "Of course I took it from your Potions office, you idiot."

Look, look, they are Death Eaters indeed, look at the word they used, "take"...

Why don't you say this is stealing?

A cloud appeared on Snape's face. Louis noticed his strange look and asked in a low voice: "Professor, do you suspect Harry?"

Hearing this, Snape slowly turned around, glared at Louis with ill intent, and then turned his head away.

His meaning is very clear, if you don't know how to speak, don't speak!
"Then what is your purpose in lurking in Hogwarts!" If Dumbledore had added a sentence like who instructed you and what your motive was, it would have been right.

"Voldemort wanted me to act quickly and try my best to get the name of the Boy Who Lived, Harry Potter, into the Goblet of Fire - he knew that the Boy Who Lived was not old enough and would definitely not pass the age limit of the Goblet of Fire, so he asked me to do this." Little Barty told the truth very smoothly.

"What is his purpose in giving such an order?" Dumbledore asked leisurely.

"Voldemort knows an ancient magic that can bring the dead back to life, as long as there is a human soul." Barty Jr.'s words made Dumbledore, Grindelwald and Snape all change their expressions.

It's not surprising. Dumbledore wanted to resurrect Ariana, and so did Grindelwald. As for Snape - you can tell with your heels who else he would want to resurrect besides Lily?

"How does it work?" Snape subconsciously pounced over, grabbed little Barty's collar with his hand, and asked anxiously.

Little Barty remained silent, he really didn't know what the spell was about.

"Okay, don't make it difficult for him, he doesn't know either." Dumbledore sighed, wondering if he had to capture Tom alive, give him some truth serum, and then kill him?
Louis listened for a long time and saw the three people looked lost, so he said with a smile: "Father's bones, unintentionally donated, can make your son reborn..."

The three of them instantly looked up and looked at Louis.

"The flesh of a servant, freely given, may bring your master back to life..."

"The blood of your enemies, given under compulsion, can resurrect your enemies..."

After Louis finished speaking, he smiled and said, "I think I understand. The location of the resurrection ceremony must be the cemetery where Voldemort's father is buried. The flesh of the servants... I think Wormtail was donated voluntarily. As for the enemy - this is why they targeted Harry."

"As we all know, Voldemort's two biggest enemies are Headmaster Dumbledore and Harry. I think if he could defeat Headmaster Dumbledore and let him bleed, he wouldn't have kidnapped Harry so secretly..." Louis spread his hands and said something cryptic about Voldemort.

"Is this spell effective?" Snape asked subconsciously. He was also planning... his father's bones, to dig up Lily's ancestral grave; the servant's flesh... it was okay for him to be Lily's servant, but the blood of his enemy - damn, let him have Voldemort's blood!
At this point, Snape's expression had changed from thoughtful to vicious.

I just don't know if Voldemort's blood is considered fourth-level enemy blood (bushi...

"Don't watch the ads." Louis waved his hand and said calmly.

"What are you looking at?" Snape asked eagerly.

"See how it works!" Louis laughed, lowered his head and kicked Little Batty: "Tell me, what did you want to do when you went out just now?"

"Of course, we should trick old Batty out and then kill him!" Little Batty stared at his father with evil eyes, not caring at all about his remarks about destroying his father.

When old Batty heard this, his throat choked and he kicked his good son in the face. He pointed at him and cursed him bitterly, "Rebellious son! Rebellious son! Why did I give birth to a person like you..."

"You beast," Louis said on behalf of old Barty, "I'd rather give birth to a Yorkshire pudding than to a boss like you..."

Little Batty was a little confused after being kicked. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at his good father with an evil smile: "What about you? My good father, have you ever paid attention to me and mother in these years? All you think about is your promotion and wealth. You don't care about us mother and son. Have you really fulfilled your responsibilities as a father?"

Old Batty choked.

"If you show me a little care and love, will I become a Death Eater?" Little Barty screamed hysterically. Normally, he would have kept such words in his heart and would never say them out loud, but now under the influence of the truth serum, he said it out loud without any scruples.

Old Batty was speechless after being yelled at.

"Okay, I sympathize with your situation, but you are still breaking the law now." Louis kicked Barty's shoulder, "But we don't want to hand you over to the Dementors now-"

At this point, little Batty's eyes lit up.

If possible, no one wants to face Dementors, even Death Eaters. No matter how diehard they are, they will become soft, fragile and vulnerable when facing Dementors.

Little Batty doesn't want to experience that kind of direct attack on the soul again.

"Of course, it's not out of pity for you, but you are still of some use." Louis said, looking at Dumbledore sitting behind the desk.