The sky gradually brightened, turning into a dark blue, with a hint of white appearing from the horizon.

Felix stood in the crowd and understood why Fudge was so afraid of Barty Crouch. He was serious and had an old-fashioned and rigid style. While Fudge was still struggling with how to deal with these hooded men, Crouch had already issued orders in an orderly manner.

"Take these thugs away," he said sternly. "They will be interrogated until someone reveals who is the mastermind of this terrorist act."

Fudge wiped his sweat. "Crouch... Barty, you are exaggerating... They were just drunk and acting crazy, and there were no serious consequences... I would not agree to define it as terrorism... If it weren't for the Muggles, it would only require a fine."

"Oh, really? I will focus on the results of the interrogation," Crouch said, his eyes fixed on the hooded men who had removed their masks. "Some of them look very familiar to me, very familiar..."

Fudge cleared his throat. "Okay, let's talk about some things when we get back to the Ministry - Walsh!" He turned his head and looked around, and Walsh Cedric walked over quickly.

"I will hand over some of them to you, and you stay to deal with the follow-up... uh, the appeasement work, I have to go back to the Ministry to solve more difficult problems."

The staff of the Ministry of Magic urgently made a batch of door keys and left with the people lying on the ground.

Walsh Cedric arranged for the remaining people to put out the fire and appease everyone. Many family members were separated, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic gave themselves a loud voice and shouted in the crowd until their voices were hoarse.

There were also claims, complaints, and complaints, all kinds of demands were in a mess. Walsh showed good work quality, accepting all of them, and then lightly asked them to go back and sort out a list of losses. As for whether they would be compensated, that was not certain.

"It is definitely not compensated, you can only consider yourself unlucky." Sirius said very experiencedly. Harry wanted to laugh but couldn't, so he could only grin in cooperation.

"Okay, kids." Mr. Weasley said, "You go back to the tent and sleep for a while. It's only a few hours before dawn. You have to queue up to get the door key during the day."

Barty Crouch stayed and found Felix.

"I have something to tell you, Mr. Hep." Crouch said with a straight face, "Let's find a place to talk, what do you think?"

"Of course," Felix smiled, "Why not go to my tent, it's intact there."

They returned to the tent of Future World Company, which was very spacious. There were piles of empty boxes in the corner, and two large dragon-shaped magic lamps. Crouch glanced at Clemens and Lupin and said nothing.

The two sat down, and Felix called for a pot of lemonade.

"Thank you." Crouch said politely with a straight face. He couldn't wait to get to the point. "Mr. Hap, I want to thank you for stopping the riot in time and preventing more serious consequences."

"More serious consequences?"

"Yes, more serious consequences," Crouch repeated, looking at Felix sharply. "You haven't experienced it, but I know what kind of people they are. To be honest, according to normal procedures, that Muggle family would not survive."

"Normal procedures..." Felix raised his eyebrows. "Is it what I think?"

"Death Eaters." Crouch said coldly. "They kill Muggles for fun. When I was the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, I handled quite a few cases that were shocking. So I ordered my Aurors to retaliate." Felix

fiddled with the goblet, thinking in his heart. At this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted. "Barty, I heard that you were here... Ha, it's true."

Ludo Bagman said breathlessly, his face sweaty.

He pulled a chair and sat between the two of them, poured himself a glass of lemon juice, drank it in one gulp, and let out a long sigh: "It's been a day full of twists and turns, those fans--" "They

're thugs, Ludo." Crouch interrupted him and corrected him.

"Uh, okay, thugs..." Bagman asked, "What are you talking about?"

But this sentence was just an introduction. He immediately opened the conversation and looked at Felix with a smile on his face: "It's a pity that I missed the show. When you were showing your prowess, I was settling bets with Roddy. He bet a large sum of money that Bulgaria would score the first goal, and you saw the result... I had long seen that the Bulgarian team was not good, so I offered very high odds!"

"And little Agatha, she bet half of the shares of the Eel Farm, which was a bit crazy... But it happened to help me pay off a debt borrowed from the goblins..."

"No one wants to listen to your business," Crouch said impatiently, "We are talking about business, if you can realize that you are also one of the persons in charge of the camp."

Ludo Bagman looked at him uneasily, "But, isn't it over? The troublemakers were taken back to the ministry. There is Walsh in the camp, and he does a much better job than me..."

Felix smiled and said, "Mr. Bagman, we were just discussing the topic of Death Eaters."

"Death Eaters... What? Death Eaters..." Bagman's round face began to sweat. "I, I don't quite understand."

Felix and Crouch ignored him. Felix wanted to know why Crouch came to him, so he continued the interrupted topic, "Mr. Crouch, you just said that Death Eaters kill Muggles for fun. Do you think today's farce was caused by them?"

"I can't think of anyone else," Crouch said word by word, "Only they need to hide their heads and show their faces, covering up their inner cowardice and meanness, while reminiscing about their past glory. After the You-Know-Who fell from power for many years, they use this method to remind us that they are living well."

His toothbrush-like beard trembled, and his eyes bulged out, looking very ferocious. Felix even doubted that if there were Death Eaters standing in front of him, he could bite their throats open with his teeth. Bagman thought

of the scene of his own trial at the end of the war. Crouch's expression now was the same as that of that year, which made him afraid. From this perspective, Fudge's arrangement was a failure. Bagman did not have the courage to oppose Crouch. He had planted the seeds of fear when he was tried that year, so he had been on good terms with Crouch all these years.

"Barti, maybe, maybe..." He was frightened and could not speak a complete sentence after mumbling for a long time.

Felix had a similar guess and nodded at this moment and said, "So there is actually one thing missing today, the Dark Mark."

Crouch showed a contemptuous expression: "They dare not do that."

Before the end of the conversation, Barty Crouch seemed to have just said the real purpose: "The Wizengamot has considered accepting you as one of them, in the near future, maybe you can catch up with this trial. We need to be tough on these scum."

Felix looked at his back and felt strange. Was Crouch looking for help in the Wizengamot? As far as he knew, Barty Crouch had not had an easy life before, and there were even rumors that Fudge was going to kick him out of the Wizengamot.

But in fact, Fudge was not able to do this, because the Wizengamot Wizard Court was a rather loose organization. Usually, each member had his own job, and they would only get together when there was something important.

If we really want to talk about the leader, it should be Dumbledore, the chief wizard of the Wizengamot.

...

Not long after Barty Crouch left, he asked for leave on the grounds of being unwell and disappeared in the camp, but he did not go far, but appeared in the woods near the camp.

A man in a black robe and cloak stood in the mist, motionless.

Barty Crouch's expression also became stiff, as if solidified.

The cloaked man lifted his hood, revealing a young face: "Master."

Barty Crouch's voice suddenly became hoarse and sharp, "I went to see Felix Hep..."

"What!" The cloaked man - Barty Crouch Jr. said in a deep voice: "Isn't it too risky, Master... We underestimated him before, but we are here today, and you saw it through my father's eyes..."

Barty Crouch's eyes turned blood red in an instant, and his pupils turned into snakes. He whispered: "Before making a plan, always confirm who the enemies are... As it turns out, he can't find me... He's not even as sensitive as that kid, Harry Potter!"

"But what if he sees through your disguise-" Barty Crouch Jr. said anxiously.

Barty Crouch, or Voldemort, said slowly: "The biggest advantage of my current state... is that I cannot be killed. Perhaps, you still have feelings for your father?"

"No, my master." Barty Crouch Jr. knelt at his feet and said devoutly: "I hate him to the core and am ashamed of his name. Master, he imprisoned me for more than ten years and made me live like a dead person until the arrival of the master, and then I was liberated."

This involves a past event. More than a decade ago, with the end of the war, the guilty were imprisoned in Azkaban, and Barty Crouch Jr. was accused of torturing the Longbottoms to insanity with Bellatrix and others. Crouch Jr. denied it at the trial and begged his father, who was the judge, to believe him. The evidence at the time was not sufficient, because the witnesses did not have a deep impression of Crouch Jr., and his father was the judge presiding over the trial, so he had a good chance of escaping the crime.

But unfortunately, Barty Crouch was ruthless and impartial. He had already seen the flaws in his son's sneaky whereabouts. After combining the vague evidence, he finally confirmed that Crouch Jr. was guilty and sentenced him to life imprisonment.

After that, Barty Crouch made a big mistake. He could not refuse his wife's dying request. At the end of her life, he used Polyjuice Potion to exchange his son from prison. He kept him under the Imperius Curse at home and let the house elf Winky take care of him, intending to let him live a muddle-headed life.

Until Sirius escaped from Azkaban, he was determined to kill Wormtail Peter with his life in exchange for his life. Wormtail was terrified. He disappeared for several months and found Voldemort. He learned about the tournament and Barty Jr. from Bertha Jorkins. They took advantage of Barty Crouch Sr.'s absence to break into his house and free Crouch Jr., and when Barty Crouch Sr. came back from work, he was attacked by his son and Wormtail and controlled by the Imperius Curse.

...

Voldemort said in an emotionless voice: "What if I let you kill your father with your own hands?"

"I will carry out your orders with great pleasure!"

"No hurry," Voldemort laughed chillingly, "Barty Crouch is still useful, but he almost got rid of my control in front of that idiot Fudge and almost ruined the situation. It may be that it was too painful for him to hide in his heart, and I inadvertently reduced the effectiveness of the Imperius Curse." Barty

Crouch Jr. pondered: "Will the flaw be discovered?"

Voldemort sneered and said: "There is no evidence, and at most it is just some temptations, but the competition cannot do without him, and things will develop in the direction we expected. The only pity is that I can't maintain this state for too long... It's really inconvenient to lose Wormtail." "

Master, it's all my fault."

"Okay," Voldemort said: "Proceed as planned, we'll go back to your house first, I need to rest for a while, and then we'll go find Mad-Eye Moody. He's not easy to deal with, so we have to set a trap."

"Master, you finally have a body, I can do it alone... If it doesn't work, let Winky..."

"Since when can a house-elf do things for Voldemort?" Voldemort said gloomily: "If Barty Crouch is exposed, it doesn't matter. I have found a way for him to leave."

"Master?"

"That kid from the Black family gave me inspiration. Don't you want to appear in front of the world openly? Let him die to atone for his crime and prove your innocence."