Chapter 851 The approaching shadow
There was a sudden loud bang in the quiet night, and a black figure in a cloak appeared out of thin air. He seemed to be holding something in his arms. He walked along the path and finally stopped in front of a big house.
Ding dong!
The doorbell rang.
“What the hell, who’s calling the door so late?”
Crouch was woken up in the middle of the night and was in a bad mood. The moment the door was opened, the shocked expression on Crouch's face completely froze because he saw a dead person. There was also an ugly-looking baby in his arms, and the baby was pointing a wand at him.
“The soul is out of body!”
A hoarse voice sounded in the night.
Crouch, who was under the Imperius Curse, calmed down the expression on his face and turned aside as if nothing happened, letting people outside enter the room, as if he was entertaining guests he hadn't seen for a long time.
Peter quickly found the unconscious little Barty. He was hidden in a very private place and covered with an invisibility cloak of quite good quality.
Voldemort raised his wand, awakened the unconscious man in front of him, and lifted the Imperius Curse on him.
Little Barty opened his eyes and looked at the strange man in front of him with confusion. His eyes fell on his father beside him, and he was startled. Then his eyes fell on the baby in the man's arms, and his mind was in confusion.
“It’s me, I’m back.”
“Master, you have come to save me, your most loyal servant.” A bright smile appeared on Little Barty’s face: “I knew the master was not dead. It’s really good, so good.”
“Alright little Barty, sit down.”
Voldemort asked Old Barty to leave the living room, looked at the loyal servant in front of him, and said hoarsely: "I haven't fully recovered my original strength. Now I have a plan, and I need a loyal and reliable servant to help me execute the plan so that I can Completely take back the power that belongs to me.”
"I am willing." Little Barty said without any hesitation, "I am willing to take all risks for my master."
"I need you to bring Harry Potter to me." Voldemort said the ultimate purpose of the mission.
“Master, what should I do to bring Harry Potter to you?” Little Barty had naturally heard of the name of the savior Potter.
"I want you to disguise yourself as old Auror Moody and risk your way to Hogwarts." Voldemort began to describe his plan. "For Harry Potter to become a warrior, you also need to monitor and guide Harry Potter during the Triwizard Tournament, ensure that Harry Potter gets the Triwizard Cup, and replace the trophy with a Portkey at the critical moment , so that the Portkey can bring Harry Potter to me."
"Ahem, I'm sorry, Master." Wormtail coughed slightly and reminded, "There is one thing I must remind you. Harry Potter may be considered outstanding among his age, but there is that genius named Albert Anderson. Now, it is almost impossible for Harry Potter to get the Triwizard Cup first, unless we get rid of that Mudblood first."
As if to strengthen Voldemort's determination, Peter did not forget to remind him: "Albert Anderson has won several world-class championships and is known as the most genius wizard of this century. I am sure that he will definitely become Hogg." Watts’ Warriors.”
“Albert Anderson?” Voldemort recalled the name for a moment.
He remembered that when he possessed Quirrell, there seemed to be a student named Albert Anderson who always liked to ask Quirrell questions about Defense Against the Dark Arts. In the end, Quirrell wanted to hide when he saw him. open.
"Wormtail, I know you hate that Mudblood." Voldemort looked at Peter and sneered: "He was the one who got you into Azkaban Prison, right?"
"Yes, that's him." Peter shrank his neck, gritted his teeth, and seemed to have spent a lot of effort to muster up the courage to say: "But what I said is also true, Albert Anderson may be the biggest person in the entire plan. Obstruction.”
"It wouldn't be appropriate to have the Mudblood disappear now, especially when he's in the spotlight. A disappearance would attract a lot of attention, and Harry Potter would become a champion at Hogwarts, and Dumbledore would would cast doubt on the whole thing.”
For Voldemort, he was a smarter Mudblood. Compared to the chain reaction caused by his disappearance, which would lead to the risk of the plan being exposed in advance, Voldemort was more willing to believe in Crouch Jr.'s ability and believe that the other party could handle this matter. , instead of ruining the entire plan because of Wormtail's selfishness.
Of course, even if there are problems, the plan can still be readjusted. For example, at a critical moment, Crouch Jr. can even be allowed to directly use the portkey to bring Harry Potter to him.
"Master, I will take care of this matter." Little Barty showed a confident smile: "I will not let that mudblood affect this great plan."
Yeah, in Little Barty's view, the truly powerful wizards are all from pure blood, and the Mudbloods are only at that level, so you don't need to care at all.
Wormtail mentioned this matter simply because he wanted to take this opportunity to avenge himself.
Seeing that Voldemort had already made a decision, Peter did not dare to mention the matter anymore, for fear of causing the other party's displeasure, so he used the Cruciatus Curse to torture himself. However, from the bottom of his heart, Peter still believed that Voldemort had made a stupid decision.
Peter admitted that he did have selfish motives, but having dealt with Albert Anderson, he knew better than anyone else how scary that guy was.
Does it really seem like winning so many world championships is a lie?
Damn pureblood arrogance.
"We need to get rid of old Auror Moody first, and before that we need to prepare the compound potion." Voldemort said and looked at Wormtail, who took out a bottle of prepared compound potion that they bought from the black market. .
"This bottle of compound potion can probably last for a few days, but we need to buy more compound potion, but that will easily attract the attention of some people." Peter lowered his voice, "We'd better be able to boil it on our own. System, this can avoid a lot of trouble.”
"Don't worry about this. My level of potions is pretty good. It shouldn't be a problem to brew compound potions." Little Barty is very confident in his potions, "As long as you can provide enough materials."
"I have purchased some materials, and I should be able to let you make the first pot first." Peter said to Barty.
"This is not enough." Barty Jr. said to Peter, "I need a large amount of compound potions. Without materials, the plan cannot be realized at all."
"The horns of bicorns and the skin of African tree snakes are relatively difficult to obtain. It will take time and Gallon to continue to purchase the materials from the black market. You can't expect me to buy all the materials in one go while taking care of you." ." Peter frowned and said in a displeased tone, "Also, it was I who captured Bertha Jorkins in Arnia that gave you a chance to be free."
"That's enough. Wormtail will continue to acquire the materials." Voldemort interrupted the pleasant exchange between the two. He still needed Wormtail. So, he said to Barty Jr., "Wormtail will help you subdue Moody. Before that, you must be prepared."
In the next few days, Voldemort controlled Crouch to go to the drugstore to buy common ingredients for the compound potion. Peter pretends to be a foreign wizard and buys bicorn horns and African tree snake skins on the black market.
African tree snake skin is the main ingredient in compound potions and is an uncommon potion, causing them to become banned trade items.
Of course, for today, Barty Jr. and Peter were already prepared. They even used the Disillusionment Curse on themselves, intending to take the opportunity to sneak attack on each other.
However, plans always fail to keep up with changes.
Neither Barty nor Peter knew that Moody was blind in one eye and had a magic eye for it. Therefore, when Peter rang the doorbell, Moody had already seen Peter who cast the disembodiment spell on him through the magic eye.
How can it be!
When Moody saw Peter, he was very surprised. He did not expect that Peter Pettigrew, who was supposed to be dead, would appear at his doorstep.
Peter’s target is obviously himself.
However, Moody made no attempt to run away, and Peter Pettigrew did not allow himself to be frightened enough to need to run away.
Now he wants to catch Peter even more and find out what is going on.
What's more, Moody had a great advantage because Peter didn't know that he had discovered him through the perspective effect of the magic eye.
The doorbell rang for a long time, but Moody showed no sign of opening the door.
Seeing no response from inside, Peter used magic to unlock the door and broke in. He obviously realized that Moody had discovered him, or was he still sleeping?
The former is more likely.
Moody may have some warning measures. They must catch the other party before he escapes, otherwise all plans will fail.
As soon as he entered the house, Peter was attacked. Although Moody was old and had some inconveniences in his legs and feet, he relied on his rich combat experience to still make Peter miserable.
The explosion sounded in the room, and Peter hid behind a wall in embarrassment.
"Damn it, Barty, come here and help!" Peter yelled, and they had to subdue Moody as soon as possible before anyone else arrived.
Of course, Peter called Barty just to distract Moody, and the opponent was an old man and could not fight as flexibly as before.
Peter's shout made Moody stunned for a moment, and his intuition told Moody that there might be another enemy around.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Moody was about to retreat, but Barty Jr. did not give him a chance and quickly outflanked Moody from another corner, blocking Moody in the room.
"We must subdue Moody as soon as possible." Peter shouted towards Barty Jr., "We can't let him escape like this, we must stop him."
"Shut up." Little Barty waved his wand to blow up the wall, rushed into the room fearlessly, and used a stun spell to knock down Moody, who was about to apparate.
"This guy is really difficult to deal with. I almost let him run away." Peter couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Once Moody really ran away, the consequences would be really disastrous.
"Get this place back to normal quickly. Those guys from the Ministry of Magic will be here soon." Barty glanced at the trash who could only yell, pulled out a few Moody's hairs and added them to the compound potion. He drank the potion and transformed into Moody.
Then, he took away Moody’s wooden legs and magical eyes and installed them on himself.
“What should I do with this guy?”
While Peter was using the repair spell to repair the damage in the house caused by the battle, he asked little Barty how he was going to deal with Moody. They had to keep this guy alive.
If Barty wants to hide it from Dumbledore, he must understand Moody's past and his habits in order to hide it from Dumbledore. Moreover, he also needs Moody's hair to make the compound potion.
Finally, they turned Moody into a mouse and temporarily locked him in a magic cage, waiting to deal with the people from the Ministry of Magic before going back to deal with him.
After helping to restore the signs of the battle in the house, Peter left in a hurry.
Little Barty followed the original plan and took Moody's wand to explode the trash cans in the yard, sending garbage flying everywhere to deal with the incoming Ministry of Magic employees.
In fact, the plan went so well that when the Muggle police arrived, there was even a dustbin spewing **** out.
The expressions on the faces of those Muggle police officers were quite wonderful.
In the end, it was him, or Moody's old friend Arthur, who came to deal with the matter.
Arthur had to modify the memories of the policemen to end the incident and let them leave.
“What’s going on?” Arthur asked tiredly.
"I heard the alarm going off." Moody looked around vigilantly. "I couldn't see the other party, but I could hear the sound of someone breaking into the yard. The other party was quietly walking towards the house, but he failed, probably I didn't expect the dumpster to ambush him, but I had to retreat temporarily because it made too much noise. I suspected that the other party might be someone who wanted to seek revenge on me."
"It's good that you're fine. At least the situation won't be too bad. I think you will only receive a warning from the Ministry of Magic at most." Arthur breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. Although he suspected that Moody was being suspicious, he also knew that the other party was suspicious. There are many enemies, especially under the current circumstances. Who knows if those dark wizards at the Quidditch World Cup will get excited and come to trouble Moody.
“Thank you, otherwise I would have been in trouble.”
“I remember you are going to take up your post at Hogwarts today.” Mr. Weasley asked.
“Yes, today.”
“Well, to be honest...the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is unlucky.”
“I’m only going to teach for a year, and I’ll do Dumbledore a favor by not finding a suitable Defense Against the Dark Arts professor,” Moody muttered. “Then I can live a quiet retirement life again.”
"I have to leave to help you deal with the people in the Abuse of Magic Office." Arthur did not forget to remind him before leaving. "If Rita Skeeter comes to interview you, it is best to ignore her. If you can avoid it, Better."
After Arthur Weasley left, Barty returned to the house to take inventory of Moody's clothes and the Dark Arts detector.
Finally, little Barty discovered that there was a dark room in Moody's magic box, so he used the Imperius Curse to control Moody, put him in the dark room in the magic box, and then set off for Hogwarts.
(End of this chapter)