Hermione, let's start the revolution at Hogwarts

"Sorry, kid, you shouldn't be staring at me." Little Barty stumbled and leaned to the side, flashing his wand, his face covered with sutures looking more ferocious and twisted than ever, "Hand her over, I can spare her." You will not die."

Nietzsche and Barty Crouch Jr., who was wearing Moody's skin, stared at each other warily.

"Then use the Imperius Curse? Or the Oblivion Curse?"

"It's your choice."

"What a pity, I don't have the habit of leaving my brain to others." Nietzsche put his wand to his throat and blew a loud whistle, "Rita can't die yet, she will be your and Mr. Crouch's certificate."

His arrogant look made the other party very angry. To be precise, it should be more irritating.

At the moment when the two confronted each other, Rita fully understood for the first time that those Muggles and half-blood wizards would support Nietzsche. His whole body radiated a power that could crush anything around him.

"When did you know..." Barty Crouch Jr. croaked.

"Ever since Professor Snape's medicinal materials were stolen, I knew that someone was hiding in the school, and I was sure that someone would do something to Rita. Harry really trusts you. He didn't suspect that it was you at all. steal."

"Snape, I knew it was him, I knew he still cared about that Potter!" He suddenly became overjoyed, "I am the Dark Lord's most loyal subordinate!"

Nietzsche looked at the other party with strange eyes. He didn't understand why Professor Snape suddenly took the blame.

Yes, Voldemort is the most loyal servant, but he has no intention of letting go of little Barty. The magic power pours out from the tip of the staff, making it difficult for the other party to move...

"Thunderbolt explosion!" "Shattered to pieces!"

As a man who was given an important task by Voldemort, Barty Crouch Jr. was not weak in terms of strength. Every move he made was with murderous intent. However, no matter how powerful the magic power was, it was like child's play in front of Nietzsche.

Compared to Hermione's gorgeous war magic, he only cared about how to exert the essence of magic.

"Child's play." Nietzsche raised his left arm and swung it to the side, deflecting the attacks. He then sidestepped to avoid the killing curse mixed in, and continued to fly towards the opponent.

"Flying sand and flying rocks!"

Perhaps knowing that his movements were restricted, Barty Crouch Jr. was heartbroken. The red beam flew towards his feet and sank into the soil. The impact of the explosion allowed him to avoid one of Nietzsche's attacks.

He didn't understand what kind of black magic the other party used. He only knew that the entire area was affected by the barrier spell.

Hermione is indeed excellent, but if the other party buys a few more old magazines, you can find out his contribution to magic. He has no vision... Forget it, he is already with Voldemort, and he doesn't expect the Death Eaters' vision. How brilliant.

But Barty Crouch Jr. didn't seem to be afraid. He spat blood on the ground.

What he is good at is not these head-on battles. After flying out of the range of magic influence, he immediately used the transformation spell to turn several vines into spiked iron chains, which fascinated Nietzsche's sight.

"You are so arrogant... Why do you think you can surpass the Dark Lord, huh?" He cursed and ran away, "If it weren't for that crazy woman Rita, who attracts attention everywhere, I don't need to worry at all!"

It's useless, it's all in vain, Nietzsche could feel the magic filling everything.

His will surpassed that of Barty Crouch Jr. With just a hand, the obstacles in front of him collapsed like ordinary flesh and blood facing magic, and dragged the opponent to the ground.

The gravity magic spread in a fan shape in front of Nietzsche, crushing the opponent's bones until they creaked.

"Cut out the bones~"

"Voldemort?" He walked slowly to Crouch. The red lightsaber burned through his clothes, and the flesh on his back hissed with a slight touch. "He is just a tool..."

Nietzsche caught a glimpse of little Barty's bloody fingers moving and trying to hook the wand in front of him. With a wave of his hand, two fingers were cut off along with the wand.

The combination of severed fingers and heart-wrenching pain caused the opponent's screams to make several ball escape birds dodge around.

"You---this damn Mudblood." Barty Crouch Jr. shouted uncontrollably, "When he succeeds, you lowly people will only deserve to crawl on the ground! You all deserve to die... Save me...Master."

It's a pity that Voldemort came to Hogwarts alone. He only thought about immortality and revenge.

Maybe it was too much force, or maybe little Barty couldn't bear the torture. Nietzsche only used the Cruciatus Curse for a few minutes to stop his screams.

When he dragged the unconscious Barty Crouch Jr. out of the Forbidden Forest and brought him into the Owlery, Snape was startled. He repeatedly checked his heartbeat and breathing, and took out various items from his arms. Healing Potions.

"What did you do? If he dies, how will we know the mysterious man's plan?" Snape treated the other person with disgust and handed Nietzsche a vitality tonic.

It seemed that these healing potions were originally prepared for him, but ended up being used on Death Eaters.

"Isn't this enough? Worse than Hermione in the first grade." Nietzsche kicked little Barty disdainfully.

He almost died in just a few minutes.

Chapter 261 Snape is good at interrogation

The Owlery is very close to the Forbidden Forest, so that Snape can provide support at any time without letting Barty see anything from the Marauder's Map. Now it is simply used as an interrogation site.

When Barty Crouch Jr. woke up slowly, his face gradually changed - the missing nose was repaired, the fake eyeballs fell from the eye sockets, and the sutures on the skin gradually disappeared.

A man with pale skin and freckles appeared on the ground. This was undoubtedly the true appearance of Barty Crouch Jr.

"Polyjuice Potion." Snape took out a curved wine bottle from his arms, unscrewed the cap and smelled it, "There is good news for Dumbledore, his people are still alive... Hurry up recovery!"

The other person twisted his neck and made a clicking sound, while his slowly opening eyes were staring at the professor.

"So...you are with him now?" Little Barty said breathlessly.

The resuscitation spell can indeed wake people up from a coma, but except in emergencies, few people do this at St. Mungo's Hospital on weekdays, because the resuscitation spell will consume a lot of energy of the person who is cast.

If you are an ordinary person, you will probably be fine just catching up on some sleep, but if you are an injured person, you may jump directly from coma to the stage of recovery.

Obviously, Snape didn't take the other party seriously at all.

"Poor Barty, you still think the Dark Lord will come to save you, right?" The professor said softly while flicking the other person's eyelids and checking his eyeballs.

"I won't tell you anything! Blood bastard!"

Little Barty's limbs were crushed, and he couldn't do anything except twist his body and shake his head to express his anger and stance, like a rat woman (watermelon bug) rolling on the board.

However, Snape sneered, took out the Veritaserum, and punched Barty Jr. in the nose.

"Have you forgotten what I did back then?" As he opened his mouth to scream, the professor pinched his chin and poured the potion into it, until the strength of the other person's struggle became weaker and weaker, and his muscles gradually weakened. Only when you are relaxed can you stop.

The owls standing on the cages or rafters, seeing this scene, hid their heads under the feathers on their chests.

There was a series of footsteps on the stone steps outside, and Nietzsche recognized that it was the sound of high heels. The person who came was none other than Rita. She was still wearing a pig-headed face at this time. When she came in, she slammed the door hard.

At this moment, little Barty has one more enemy.

"I want him to be infamy forever. Damn it--Holmes, you never told me that during this period, you would meet someone who wanted to kill me, and he was a real Death Eater!" Rita Skeeter sat down. At the door.

He acted like a rogue, as if she wouldn't let him go out with Snape without an explanation today.

And she seemed to have forgotten who had just stopped the attack and left little Barty in this hemiplegic state.

"Isn't this the big news you want?" Nietzsche held little Barty by the collar, as if displaying merchandise, "Look, a real Death Eater, and also Crouch's dead son, how can you still Not satisfied?”

"Death Eater... Crouch's son... So Crouch knows that his son has escaped. No wonder he has been reading... But who died in Azkaban that year?"

Rita stared at little Barty for a long time as if she had seen a ghost, and moved behind Nietzsche involuntarily.

"My mother." Little Barty trembled all over and answered her murmur in an emotionless tone.

The highly effective Veritaserum concocted by Hermione and Snape, after one small bottle was consumed, even Dumbledore would spit out the color of the chamber pot.

"Although my father didn't love me, he loved my mother very much. She knew she was going to die, so she begged her father to take her to Azkaban to see me. My mother and I exchanged looks, and she stayed in Azkaban instead of me. Caban.”

After hearing the news that could subvert Crouch's reputation, Rita stood up from the ground excitedly and walked up to him, forgetting for a moment the pain caused by the black magic on her face.

In a sense, she is really dedicated.

"Where are the Dementors?" she asked excitedly, "Can't they tell you apart?"

"Dementors are a group of blind people. They can only feel but cannot distinguish the human body deformation caused by Polyjuice. Black next door used to rely on Animagus to avoid dementors. His mother had been drinking Polyjuice before she died. Decoction.”

A little trivia about potions: when a person who drinks Polyjuice Potion dies, the body will stay in the same shape as it was before death and will not change back to its original shape on its own.

Nietzsche suddenly remembered his first potions class after school. At that time, Snape often said that "potions can bring people honor and eternal life." This can be regarded as a way to avoid death.

The professor flicked his wand aside and coldly tossed Rita Skeeter into the corner.

"What's your mission in school?"

"Protect Potter and let him successfully win the championship." The corner of Barty's mouth suddenly twitched, and he pulled out an ugly and twisted smile, "Finally, replace the Triwizard Tournament trophy with a portkey and bring Potter to Go to the master."

There is only one person whom the Death Eaters can call their master, Lord Voldemort, and everyone in the wizarding world knows that.

Only then did Rita realize what kind of thing she had been involved in because of Nietzsche. She shook her head repeatedly, and was full of horror at the 'master' that Barty said - she did not believe that Voldemort was still alive.

"Impossible, that person is dead!" She wanted to scream, but the lumps on her body prevented her from screaming, and it sounded like she was pouting.

"Dead? Why not ask Karkaroff and Snape? The Dark Mark on every Death Eater is getting hot. The stinging pain will let them know that the powerful master is back." Little Barty laughed out loud.

A sick smile appeared on his face, as if this was the happiest time of his life.

"How kind he is, he even forgave those cowards---traitors! But it doesn't matter. When the master pried open Bertha's mouth and knew that I was still alive, he personally brought Wormtail who had just escaped from prison to save me."

This is how Voldemort is in the eyes of fanatics. Even if he compromised with pure blood for the sake of war, it was a kind of kindness in his eyes.

After all, who in the magic world would mix with Voldemort now?

In contrast, wizards would rather follow Nietzsche. At least they can get rich gold Galleons and gain the respect of ordinary people. They are not like the Death Eaters, who are afraid that Voldemort will turn against them one day.

"What does Voldemort want Harry to do?" Nietzsche asked.

Did the other party already know that Harry is a Horcrux? Impossible, this news was only known by him, Riddle and Dumbledore.

"Potter is what he needs most to be resurrected." Crouch said softly, "And Grendel always talked about his best student at the beginning of the school year, so I just threw Granger in, so I don't have to worry about Potter dying in the game."

Nietzsche looked down at Barty Crouch Jr. He hated him more than anyone else and wanted to kill him immediately.

He said indifferently: "How many people are involved in this?"

"Avery, McNeill, Nott, Crabbe, Goyle, Malfoy..." Barty Jr.'s face showed surprise that didn't match his tone, "I heard that two mudbloods made a lot of noise, and they are more united than ever."

Every time he said it, the weight on him increased, and the owls in the wooden house were surprisingly quiet.

Animals are more alert than people. They either hid long ago or flew out in the cold wind, and never stayed here.

Finally, unable to bear the pressure, Barty the Young passed out. His energy had been completely consumed by the Resuscitation Charm and the Truth Serum.

Professor Snape pulled his stiff arm, shook his head slightly, then raised his wand, and several ropes flew out to entangle Barty the Young Crouch, tied him up, and dragged him out of the Owl Shed.

The scarlet light made Rita tremble, fearing that Nietzsche would turn around and hit her.

"Did you hear that?" He took a deep breath. He whispered, "Did you write down all those names?"

"Write --- remember."

"Very good, I will let Lockhart leave you a reward, thank you for your hard work."

Chapter 262 The Official Joining of the Ace Spy

The real Moody was revealed. He was placed in a separate ward in the school infirmary by Dumbledore and taken care of by Madam Pomfrey.

Although the school affairs were safely resolved, the question was: should the game continue?

Now two games have been completed. This should be a game that closely connects the three schools, but now that it has reached this point, there seems to be no reason to suddenly end the game.

And Dumbledore did not release any news of suspending the game...

Riddle was also very abnormal. He actually supported the headmaster's point of view for the first time - to continue the game.

He wrote in his diary: 'I have long disliked that snake-faced man, and didn't Dumbledore want to create a conflict between me and him? '

In the next week or so, at the end of Easter, Hermione received a notice from Ludo Bagman that she must go to the competition venue of the third event with the remaining warriors to listen to the rules and content of the game.

"It's obviously Voldemort's conspiracy, but the headmaster wants Potter to die." She complained while saying goodbye to Nietzsche in the stairwell.

Usually, Nietzsche should focus on studying at this time, but now it's different. This time, only Hermione will follow Harry into the tiger's den, which means twice the risk.

Taking advantage of the Easter break, he also asked Mercury to send a few letters to Lockhart and Quirrell.

Now these are the only ones he can count on.

That night, everyone was so excited that they couldn't sleep, and they crowded in the public area to guess what the game would be about.

Warrington calmly analyzed: "There is only one trophy. If the final game is a five-person melee, then I will definitely bet on Granger to win..."

"But if that's the case, what's the use of the previous scores." Qiu Zhang squeezed in and retorted, "Impossible, what if it's something else? As far as I know, Granger is not good at sports like Quidditch."

Nietzsche moved his seat irritably, stretched his neck, and looked for Draco Malfoy.

But those guys have been like snakes that hibernated too much recently. Except for classes, they don't know what they are hiding in the dormitory to plan... Maybe they have all heard about Voldemort.

"Holmes, I have something to talk to you about." Snape rushed into the hall aggressively and rushed over through the public study area.

He looked very angry, and Nietzsche guessed that the dean must have had a quarrel with someone again.