Hogwarts in Sharingan

Barty Crouch was leaning against a big tree, holding a branch in his hand, and looking around with a wary expression.

He looked tortured, with several scars on his face that had scabbed over, revealing red and black stains.

His face was gray and haggard, and his normally neat hair and beard were dirty and messy.

The clothes he was wearing were even more wrinkled and torn in many places, exposing his skinny body underneath. It felt like the wind would blow him down.

As soon as Ethan's body appeared in front of Crouch, he reflexively shouted in panic at the dead branch held up by Ethan.

"Who! Who are you? Don't try to lie, or my wand will be rude to you!"

Ethan wanted to see how he could be so rude, so he crossed his arms and looked at him calmly.

"I am Dumbledore, Crouch, what do you want to do in Hogwarts?"

Unexpectedly, Crouch actually believed it. The branch in his hand was lowered, and the expression on his face became much more relaxed.

"Finally I see you," then he staggered up to Ethan, unable to conceal his sadness in his tone, "I did two things wrong, Dumbledore. My son imprisoned me and kept pretending to be my identity! "

At this point, Crouch's expression suddenly became serious again. He quietly observed the surrounding environment, grabbed Ethan's arms with both hands, and said seriously: "You have to be careful! They are plotting to kill each other in the Triwizard Tournament." Damn it!"

Ethan's expression also became serious. He didn't expect that Crouch was going crazy now, and he didn't expect that in this state, he could still detect Crouch Jr.'s conspiracy, and asked questions quickly.

"What are they planning to do in the Triwizard Tournament? Are they going to do it in the last event? Is there something wrong with the trophy?"

But Crouch suddenly woke up, took a few steps back in panic, raised the dead branch, and shouted angrily at Ethan: "You are not Dumbledore, he is not as handsome as you!"

Ethan: That’s true (￣▽￣)~*

"Who are you?" He looked like a madman and kept shouting hysterically: "Are you from Barty Jr.? Call me truthfully! Avada gnaws a big melon! Avada gnaws a big melon!..."

Somewhat helpless, if Crouch hadn't been so powerful in Occlumency, forcing Legilimency to do more harm than good, Ethan wouldn't have spoiled him.

After all, if he hadn't released his son from Azkaban, there wouldn't have been so many bad things!

He had no choice but to say in a soothing tone to Crouch, who kept chewing on the big melon: "I am Ethan, Ethan Delalich! Dumbledore's student, whom we have met before.

Don't worry, I can take you to Dumbledore now. "

Crouch's expression became serious again, even more serious.

"Ethan Delarisi? The person who took away Twinkle?" After observing Ethan's appearance for a while, he seemed to confirm it, and then said in surprise, "Listen, your plan has been seen through a long time ago. , little Barty doesn’t dare to come to Hogwarts at all!

them……"

Before he finished speaking, Crouch blinked in confusion, his small eyes full of confusion, as if he had forgotten what to say.

"That's right! What are they going to do in the last project?" After thinking for a while, he remembered something, "By the way, the Quidditch World Cup was handled well... No! Their goal is not You, Delarisi!

...If you can, please help me write a reply there, Weasley...The target is Harry!That Harry Potter!You must be careful... Weasley... If you can, please replace me as the referee... That's right, I'm sick..."

After that, there was another long paragraph, which should be the conversation with Percy when Barty was controlling him.

No matter what Ethan asked next, he didn't ask who he should be careful about. Crouch seemed to be completely insane. He would suddenly become serious before, but now he can only talk nonsense.

Ethan also tried Legilimency, but found that his situation was completely different from that of the Longbottoms. Although the memories of the Longbottoms were disordered, they were complete.

But Crouch's memory is not disordered, but a lot is missing!

After a cursory check, there was probably less than 50% left, and the deficit in the past few years has become more severe. Ethan even suspected that the surviving recent memories were probably protected by Crouch through his own strength. .

Crouch Jr. was also ruthless. He actually used such a powerful forgetting spell, which was so powerful that it directly left damage in the brain. Even the second-year Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Lockhart did not dare to do this.

After being unable to get any more information, Ethan had no choice but to take Crouch to find Dumbledore.

However, Crouch would not cooperate with Ethan in his current state, so he simply knocked Crouch out and then used the levitating spell to take him inside the castle.

Fortunately, it was already very late now and no one was wandering around in the castle, otherwise this sight would scare many people.

After receiving the message from Ethan's patron saint, Dumbledore and Moody, both wearing pajamas, stood at the door of the principal's office waiting for him.

Seeing Barty Crouch floating in the air, they all took a breath, and their expressions changed from serious to frightened.

"Don't worry, he's not dead yet," Ethan knew what they were thinking when he saw their expressions, "It's just that he was so insane that he had to do this."

The expressions of the two of them were not much better, especially Moody. Barty Crouch was also an old friend of theirs. He had been on the front line against the dark wizards. Now that he had fallen to this level, he felt a little uncomfortable. Feel good.

Thinking back to Dumbledore's reminder before school started, if there hadn't been an early warning, it was hard to say whether he would be the one being controlled. It would probably be him who would be lying down by then.

After a group of people entered the principal's office, the portraits inside all turned their attention to them. Those who were familiar with Crouch looked at him in surprise, and those who were not familiar with him also realized the seriousness of the matter, so they started whispering there.

The layout inside is still the same as before, but the pensieve that was originally hidden is placed in the center of the room.

"I went to Azkaban to investigate," Dumbledore explained casually when he saw Ethan looking at the pensieve in confusion. "The Ministry of Magic said that Crouch Jr. was hastily buried in a mass grave a few years ago.

The effects of the Polyjuice Potion were finalized by death, but traces of the drug's administration could still be seen. "

There was a fierce light in Dumbledore's eyes, and Ethan didn't ask how he found the traces of drug use.

Then Dumbledore told what he knew about Crouch Jr.

Combined with what Ethan told them about Twinkle before, they gradually understood the reason why Crouch was like this.

Put Crouch on the cleared table, and after Ethan finished telling what happened to him just now, Dumbledore and Moody opened his eyelids from time to time, and the wands in their hands were also trying different magics. .

This is the gap between Ethan and them. He has only studied in the magical world for four years, and his knowledge and experience are far inferior to these two experienced wizards.

If it were just a matter of fighting, with the kaleidoscope, Ethan would not be defeated miserably, not to mention a guaranteed win.

But if he encounters some strange things, Ethan can only scratch his head, so in the future, he still has to spend some time on non-combat learning of magic.

At this time, the entire principal's office was filled with the magic of Dumbledore and Moody, and the portraits no longer remained silent, but found every opportunity to add their opinions and help restore Crouch's memory.

They tinkered for a long time, and it was almost dawn outside before they put down their wands.

"What, is it solved?"

Dumbledore said calmly: "No, he is indeed under a powerful forgetting curse. We have to send him to St. Mungo's for treatment."

Damn it, I feel inferior for nothing!