Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Unlike when the Polyjuice Potion took effect, when his face was covered with bubbling soup bubbles, Crouch Jr. now looked like a candle man—

The melting "wax" slid down his face, but it could not escape from his body and fall to the ground, so it could only hang halfway like this.

And that magic eye belonging to Moody... It seemed to have been pushed out halfway, and was now stuck in the eye socket as if it was wide open, spinning almost madly.

Little Crouch let out a long howl that was so shrill that it didn't sound like a human voice. It sounded like the pain was comparable to the Cruciatus Curse in terms of physical pain.

Just then, a burst of footsteps came quickly.

It seemed like just a moment, and Carmen's figure appeared in the door between Crouch Jr. and Crouch Sr., entering the final destination room.

"Crouch! And...what is this?"

Carmen took a look at Crouch Jr.'s face and felt a chill.

Even though he was originally engaged in human alchemy, it was hard for him to resist seeing Crouch Jr.'s current behavior...

The guy's face now looked like a lump of flesh-colored wax with half-melted facial features glued on with cheap glue, not to mention an intact but extremely weird azure eye.

"What is this... Lava Man? Or some perverted failure?"

Even with Carmen's knowledge, she couldn't recognize what species this creature was at first, let alone recognize that the face was that of "Alastor Moody".

"But you... Barty Crouch? How did you get in?"

Although Carmen had already guessed that Crouch must have been let in by his godfather himself, but considering that the entire process was being broadcast from his perspective, he still managed to act out the appropriate surprise without leaving any trace.

The footage was broadcast normally and was not cut off by Anriel.

There was an uproar in the audience.

"Bati? Merlin's lace stockings..."

Bagman's loud, gruff voice spoke at the right moment, and although the content of his words was a bit abstract, it also well expressed his shock at the moment.

Why was a judge of the Triwizard Tournament here? In the maze that was the final task of the Triwizard Tournament?

This is what most people on the field are thinking at this moment, and it is almost the only thought.

"conspiracy!"

Karkaroff shouted sinisterly.

But before he could utter the second sentence, his lips moved together uncontrollably, and his hands and feet seemed to be tied tightly by invisible ropes. He fell to the ground with a bang, twisting his body with a "mumble".

"Noisy."

Anriel lowered his hand, not even turning back to look at Karkaroff.

"Dumbledore?!"

Witnessing this scene, Madame Maxime was shocked and angry. She discovered that Albus Dumbledore, who was also the headmaster of the three major colleges...

It seems like you don't want to follow the rules? ! !

This thought made Madame Maxime feel terrified -

With Dumbledore’s strength, if he really wanted to “turn the table over”… could anyone really dodge or avoid it?

Is it really that important just for a Triple Crown Cup?

At worst, we won't fight with you. Can you please stop going crazy?!

"Just be patient, Olympe."

Dumbledore stared at the display screen belonging to Carmen and waved to Madame Maxime.

At the same time, he, like his offspring, ignored Karkaroff.

At this moment, Anriel cleared his throat.

"Quiet!"

......

This sound filled with magical prohibitions swept through the audience.

The whole audience was silent.

“I believe everyone can see that there was a small incident during the game - but it had no impact.

In other words, the game continues!"

In a nearby seat, Rita Skeeter was frantically pulling out paper and pen from her purse.

Several pieces of paper and pens were already placed in front of her and she began to work, quickly writing different documents.

Her intuition had never been so strong, causing her hands to tremble with excitement, and her bracelets, rings and other things bumped into each other, making continuous clicking sounds.

Rita knows - her more than ten years of frontline journalist career has taught her:

A super big news is coming.

......

Under the eager gaze of almost everyone...

In the last direction of the four walls...

"Harry!!!"

Sirius jumped down from the audience.

Although from Harry's perspective, the audience has already been mentally prepared to a certain extent.

But when Harry appeared in Carmen's field of vision, Sirius found that he had underestimated the impact of this scene...

Sirius was stopped by an invisible force and couldn't get close to Anriel at all.

"Stop—this—game!!"

He bared his teeth, his eyes were wild and his expression was ferocious, just like a mad dog protecting his cubs.

......

"Harry Potter!"

From Harry's perspective, he had just stepped into the terminal room when the humanoid monster with a mud-like face in the room roared and rushed towards him.

Anyway, he would never know no matter how hard he tried that this thing was actually Barty Crouch Jr....or for him, it could be Moody.

Fighting back is a subconscious action.

"Collapse!"

And something unexpected happened...

That unreasonable thing actually waved his hand and bounced the stun spell away!

This wasn't the most surprising thing, because Harry, and most of the audience with normal vision, saw it...

The monster was holding a magic wand in his hand.

Carmen couldn't see the wand from her perspective just now, and Harry's perspective was also blocked by the monster's slightly swollen arm...

"Is this thing a fucking person?!"

Carmen swore. Because of the existence of the Wand Law, all creatures that were not wizards or witches were not allowed to hold wands without permission, and this scene was being broadcast live to the public...

Anriel would never allow an alchemist who failed to hold a magic wand.

So, this means that this pile in front of us...

Uh, this humanoid creature...

Is it actually a person?

......

However, Carmen didn't dwell on this matter too much, because there were more important things on the field that deserved his attention:

"Oh, Mr. Crouch, you're not a warrior, so--"

A thin red light shot out from the wand in Carmen's hand and hit the back of old Crouch's hand as he reached for the trophy.

The skin that was hit immediately turned red as if burned, and two blisters appeared a few seconds later...

“Ahhh—”

After hearing this sound that didn't seem like something a human could make, Carmen frowned:

This guy... is a lunatic now?

Sure enough, after Crouch howled a few times with his hands clasped, he continued to walk towards the Triwizard Tournament trophy with his hands stretched out, as if he didn't see Carmen.

Carmen raised her hand, and this time a beam of white light knocked Crouch to the ground.

When he got up again, Crouch seemed to be more awake...

Although, his words were still intermittent and illogical:

......

"No... the trophy... must touch... the door first... this is a conspiracy!"