After HP shared the dream, Lao Fu was conquered by me

Chapter 312: Truth Serum (1)

Lamia had gotten off the bed without anyone noticing. She clenched her fists, as if she would attack Moody at any second.

"No, Lamia, I don't believe it, it's impossible..." Harry looked at the professor in front of him in disbelief who was so kind to him. How could he be a Death Eater?

"Ha, my disguise is really good." Moody smirked and continued, "Who put your name into the Goblet of Fire as a student from another school? It was me.

Who scares away everyone who might hurt you or prevent you from winning? It's me.

Who persuaded Hagrid to show you the dragon? It was me.

Who gave you the idea of ​​the only way to defeat the dragon? It was me.

Moody's magical eye turned back to stare at Harry, his crooked mouth widening.

"Do you believe it now? I'm a complete villain, Harry, hahahaha." Moody seemed to enjoy the pleasure of tearing the image of a good professor in Harry's mind apart with his own hands.

"It's not easy, Harry, helping you pass these tests without arousing suspicion. I have had to use all my tricks to make sure people don't see any trace of my involvement. If you win too easily, Dumbledore will get suspicious.

As long as you enter the maze, it is best to set off first - this way, I will have a chance to eliminate the other warriors and clear the way for you, but I still have to deal with your stupidity. In the second project... I am particularly worried that we will fail. I have been watching you, Potter. I know you have not found the clue to the golden egg, so I must give you another hint -"

"You didn't," Harry croaked. "Cedric reminded me—"

"Who told Cedric to open it underwater? It was me, I'm sure he'll tell you.

Decent people are easily manipulated, Potter. I know Cedric wanted to repay you for telling him the first project was a dragon, and he did, but even so, it seems likely you'll fail. I've been watching you."

Moody's wand was still pointed at Harry's heart, and behind him, Lamia's fist was also aimed at the back of his head, but he didn't care at all, instead laughing even louder.

"You were taken care of in the maze tonight, of course," said Moody. "I patrolled the perimeter of the maze, could see through the outer hedges, and used spells to remove many obstacles from your path.

I knocked Fleur Delacour unconscious and cast the Imperius Curse on Krum, sending him to kill Diggory and clear the way for you to get the Cup."

Harry stared at Moody, wondering how it was possible that Dumbledore's friend, the famous Auror, had captured so many Death Eaters. It didn't make sense, it was too unreasonable.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of footsteps outside the ward door. It sounded like three different people. The owners of the footsteps deliberately lowered their steps, but Moody did not hear it. His magical eyes were staring at Harry.

The footsteps stopped outside the ward door. Lamia guessed that the owner of the voice was most likely Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall who had left. As for the other one, maybe it was Professor Snape?

Lamia returned to the hospital bed again. She didn't need to interfere in what happened next and left everything to Dumbledore.

"The Dark Lord couldn't kill you, Potter, as much as he wanted to," Moody whispered. "Just think how he would reward me if I had done it for him.

I gave you to him—you were the thing he needed most to be resurrected, and then I killed you for him. I will receive more honor than any other Death Eater, and I will become his most favored confidant."

Moody's good eye bulged, and his magical one fixed upon Harry, his agitation growing.

"The Dark Lord and I have a lot in common," said Moody, looking completely out of control, grinning down at Harry. "For example, we both had very disappointing fathers, extremely disappointing ones.

Harry, we all happily...very happily...killed our fathers to ensure the Dark Lord reigned supreme!"

"You're mad," Harry couldn't help saying—"You're mad!"

"Am I mad?" Moody's voice rose uncontrollably. "We shall see! We shall see who is mad. The Dark Lord has returned, and I am his assistant. Harry Potter, you have not conquered him—now—I will conquer you!"

Moody raised his wand and opened his mouth. Harry closed his eyes in horror. Was he really going to die?

"Fainted!" A dazzling red light and a loud noise of breaking wood were heard as the door outside the ward was rushed open.

Moody fell flat on his face. Harry was still staring at the spot where Moody's face had been just moments before when he saw Dumbledore, Professor Snape, and Professor McGonagall standing outside the door.

Lamia saw the three of them standing in the doorway, Dumbledore in front, wand raised.

At that moment, Harry fully understood for the first time why people said that Dumbledore was the only wizard Voldemort feared. The look on Dumbledore's face as he looked at the unconscious Mad-Eye Moody was so terrible that it was beyond Harry's imagination.

There was no kind smile, no happy spark in the eyes behind the glasses, and every wrinkle on the old face was filled with cold anger. Dumbledore radiated a kind of power around him, as if he was burning with heat.

He walked into the room, shoved a foot under Moody, and rolled him over, exposing his face. Snape followed, and Professor McGonagall went straight to Harry.

"Potter, poor child," she whispered, her thin lips trembling as if she were about to cry, "you can't stay here. Go back and rest, child."

"No, he must stay, Minerva, because he needs to understand," Dumbledore said simply. "He needs to know who has put him through this ordeal tonight, and why."

"Moody," said Harry, but he still couldn't quite believe it. "How could it be Moody?"

"That is not Alastor Moody," Dumbledore said calmly. "You do not know Alastor Moody. The real Moody would not be left alone after what happened tonight. And he is too special for you. That is not the Moody I know."

Dumbledore bent down and took the curved bottle and a bunch of keys from the unconscious Moody, then turned to look at Professor McGonagall and Snape.

"Severus, please get your strongest Veritaserum and go to the kitchen to get a house-elf named Winky. Minerva, please go to Hagrid's house. There is a big black dog in his pumpkin patch. Bring the dog to my office and tell him I will be there in a moment. Finally, we will meet in Moody's office."

"As for you, Harry, you have to come with me to Moody's office. Also, Lamia, you can come too." Dumbledore turned his head and looked at Lamia. His eyes were dark, and seemed to contain a lot of emotions.

Lamia didn't know if she should have told Dumbledore earlier that she knew Moody's true identity, but there was no point in saying it now, Dumbledore already knew.

"No, sir, I'm a little tired and want to go back and rest." Lamia said calmly. Her true thoughts certainly did not show on her face.

"No, child, you must go too," said Dumbledore firmly.

After Dumbledore finished speaking, Snape and McGonagall immediately turned and left. Dumbledore waved his wand, and Harry and Lamia flew into the air, but not very high from the ground. Dumbledore brought them and the unconscious Moody to Moody's office, and the door was already open.

Dumbledore walked up to a box with seven locks, inserted the first key into the keyhole and opened the box. Inside was a pile of spell books, and the next few keys were various magical tools. When the seventh key opened the box, there was a big pit at the bottom, like a basement.

About three meters deep on the floor lay a man, skinny and as if asleep. It was the real Mad-Eye Moody. His wooden leg was gone, there was empty space under the eyelids of his magic eye, and several tufts of his gray hair were missing. Harry looked at Moody sleeping at the bottom of the box, and then at Moody lying unconscious on the floor of the office, and was shocked.

Dumbledore climbed into the box, landed gently next to the sleeping Moody, and leaned down to look at him.

"Knocked unconscious—under the Imperius Curse—very weak," he said. "Of course, they need to keep him alive, Harry. Throw down the fake Moody's cloak—he's frozen and needs to be taken to Madam Pomfrey, but he's not in immediate danger of death."

Harry did as he was told.

Dumbledore put the cloak over Moody, covering him tightly, then climbed out of the box. He picked up the curved bottle of wine on the table, unscrewed the cap, turned the bottle upside down, and a stream of sticky liquid spilled onto the office floor.

"Look here, Polyjuice Potion, Harry," said Dumbledore. "Look how simple and ingenious it is. Moody was famous for drinking only from the curved flask he always carried with him.

Of course, the imposter needs to keep the real Moody by his side so that he can keep preparing the potion. Look at his hair..." Dumbledore said, looking at Moody in the box, "It's been cut for a year. Do you see the unevenness? But I think our fake Moody may have been too excited tonight and forgot to take the potion on time. He takes it every hour. We will see."

Dumbledore pulled out a chair in front of the desk and sat down, his eyes fixed on Moody, who lay unconscious on the floor. Harry stared back at him.

Lamia had already found a place to sit down. She actually didn't want to stay here. If possible, she even wanted to tell Dumbledore that the fake Moody was Barty Jr., but unfortunately, Lamia had no reason.

Time passed in silence minute by minute.

As he watched, the face of the man on the ground changed. The pain gradually disappeared, his skin became smooth, and his broken nose grew back and shrank.

The long grey hair shortened until it turned a light yellow, and suddenly with a clang the wooden leg fell aside and a real leg grew out.

Then the magic eye jumped out of its socket and a real eye took its place. The magic eye rolled to the floor, still spinning.

Sure enough, it was the little Barty that Lamia had seen before. He looked much older than the one she saw in the Pensieve.

There were hurried footsteps in the corridor, and Snape came back with Winky, followed closely by Professor McGonagall.

"Crouch!" Snape stood frozen in the doorway. "Barty Crouch Jr."

"Good heavens." Professor McGonagall stood there, staring at the man on the ground.

The scruffy Winky poked her head out from beside Snape's feet, her mouth wide open as she let out a piercing scream.

"Master Barty, Master Barty, what are you doing here?"

She threw herself upon the young man's chest.

"You killed him! You killed him! You killed the master's son!"

"He's only under a Stunning Charm, Winky," said Dumbledore. "Please move aside. Severus, do you have the potion?"

Snape handed Dumbledore a small bottle of clear liquid, which was the truth serum he mentioned when he threatened Harry in class. Dumbledore stood up, bent down, dragged the man up from the ground, and made him sit on the ground against the wall.

Winky was still kneeling there, covering her face with her hands, trembling all over. Dumbledore pried open the man's mouth, poured three drops of potion, then pointed his wand at Barty Jr.'s chest and said, "Resurrect quickly!"

Little Barty opened his eyes, his gaze was dull and his cheeks were slack. Dumbledore squatted in front of him, face to face with him.

"Can you hear me?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

The man's eyelids twitched a few times.

"I can hear you," he whispered.

"I want you to tell us," Dumbledore said gently, "how you came to be here, and how you escaped from Azkaban?"

Crouch Jr. drew a deep, shuddering breath, and then began speaking in a flat, emotionless voice.

"My mother saved me. She knew she was going to die, so she asked my father to rescue me as the last thing he could do for her. My father loved her very much, even though he never loved me.

He agreed, and they came to see me together. They gave me a drink of Polyjuice Potion with my mother's hair in it, and my mother drank the Polyjuice Potion with my hair in it. We exchanged features."

Twinkle shook his head, trembling all over.

"Stop it, Master Barty, stop it, you'll get your father in trouble!"

But Crouch Jr. took another deep breath and continued speaking in a flat voice.

"The Dementors are blind. They smelled a healthy person and a dying person walking into Azkaban, and then a healthy person and a dying person leaving Azkaban. My father secretly took me out. I disguised myself as my mother to prevent any prisoners from seeing through the crack in the door."

"My mother died not long after being in Azkaban. She never forgot to drink Polyjuice Potion. When she died, she looked like me and was buried as me. Everyone thought it was me."

The man's eyelids fluttered.

"What did your father do with you when he brought you home?" Dumbledore asked calmly.

"Fake my mother's death. A secret funeral was held, the grave was left empty, and the house elves nursed me back to health."

Lamia yawned. It was such a boring story, but Winky listened attentively. It was the first time Lamia saw her like this in front of outsiders.