HP: Let professors walk towards the light

It was late at night and the noisy environment had been quiet for a long time. The place was not empty, but it was not so large that even a living person could not be seen running past.

For a moment, it seemed as if everything around had lost its sound. The moon above suddenly dimmed. Thick inky clouds crowded the edge of the sky and quickly spread towards this side, bringing gusts of fierce wind.

coming.

As the black cloud descended, the tents at the edge also caught fire and began to spread towards the center. Gradually, the sound of fighting began to be heard, and a dazzling firework lit up in the sky, which was a sign that the Aurors had agreed to take action. The residential area suddenly became chaotic.

At this time, a dark shadow ran from the tent area, passed by my hiding place, and headed straight for the forest.

Then, it's my turn to come on stage.

……

"Good evening, maybe I can call you Little Barty, right, Mr. Crouch? Now, can you put down your wand first?"

I took out my wand and threatened little Barty. He was obviously surprised by my appearance. I remembered that the last time I saw him was at the Wizengamot. Now little Barty's eyes were vague, his expression was flustered, and the muscles on his face were shaking uncontrollably. That was the effect of being under the control of the Imperius Curse for a long time.

"Snape! Long time no see. It seems like you've been having a good time these days." His eyes were bloodshot and he almost yelled.

"Thank you for your concern. I am indeed doing well now. But what I want to ask is, do you know where the master is?"

"What?" Little Batty was stunned.

"I have gained Dumbledore's trust and have mastered the method to resurrect the master, but unfortunately I have no trace of the master, and it is difficult for me to act under the surveillance of that guy Dumbledore. However, I can take you away from here today."

I slowly approached Little Batty's position.

"Stop! Do you think I'm so easy to fool? I remember the Wizengamot trial, when you were sitting high and mighty like those traitors. I was put under the Imperius Curse, but I'm not brainless."

Little Barty used Potter's wand to shoot a spell at the ground in an attempt to stop me.

"Then I really hope you can use your brain a little. There is no way the Death Eater parade today will succeed. Dumbledore has arranged a lot of Aurors here. It won't be long before they are suppressed. In this chaotic situation, Barty Crouch will immediately notice that you are missing and come looking for you. And you, do you think you can leave here safely without anyone's help? Just with your stolen wand?" I looked at him disdainfully.

It is not difficult to see that little Batty's heart has been shaken. No matter what, he is absolutely unwilling to be caught and locked up by his father again.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

A round of applause came from behind little Batty.

Several dark figures walked out from the shadows. It was Greyback!

"Hahaha, what a coincidence. I just got here and saw a good show. Snape, you have so many tricks to fool people." Greyback laughed loudly, and the other two werewolves stared at me from the left and right.

Damn, what a fatal oversight.

"Young Barty Crouch, come with us, the Dark Lord awaits you," said Greyback.

It was really shocking that Greyback had been in contact with Voldemort so early and was even sent specially to pick up little Barty.

"What did you say?" Barty Jr. looked at Greyback in surprise, then glanced at me suspiciously.

"Oh, don't be shocked. The Dark Lord is still relatively weak. The Dark Mark on your hand is not useful for the time being. But he really needs you now. As for what Snape just said, just don't listen to a word."

In order to gain Barty Jr.'s trust, Greyback pulled a wand from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"This... this is the master's wand! You actually... the master asked you to bring it. What did the master say?" Little Barty took the stylish wand with trembling hands full of gratitude and even kissed it.

"Oh, there is. He said that if you are lucky enough to meet him, just kill Snape."

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere around us suddenly became tense. A dangerous atmosphere continued to permeate the air. The werewolves on both sides bared their teeth and were ready to rush up at any time. Little Barty also glared at me and raised the Potter's wand in his hand.

"I'm so sorry. I think I may have misunderstood something. You know, I put a lot of thought into my master's resurrection. I suffered a lot at the hands of Dumbledore before I could survive until today. All I did was for my master."

Why did Voldemort give Greyback such an order? Why did he ask me to be killed? What happened in the process that we don't know about?

Suppressing the doubts in my heart, I calmly began to explain myself.

"Then I don't know. After all, the Dark Lord only ordered you to be killed. As for the reason, perhaps when you meet your Merlin, he will tell you the answer. Brothers, let's eat!"

At Greyback's command, the two werewolves who were still ready to make a move suddenly rushed forward.

I quickly stepped back, cast a fire spell to force the werewolf back, and then threw out four invisible swords.

Damn it, I had originally thought of convincing little Barty first, and then transferring him, and it would be even better if I could find Voldemort. But I never expected a mad dog to show up halfway.

"The bones reappear!"

When I used the Shadowless Sword again, the two werewolves in front of me were obviously unable to withstand it. Seeing this, Little Barty sent out the Dark Mark. A green light shot straight into the sky. The bright green skull occupied half of the sky, and the whole forest was illuminated.

"Let's get out of here first and deal with him next time. Let's go!" Little Batty shouted and then walked behind him.

"Really?" Greyback cursed and turned to leave the place. The remaining two werewolves also understood what he meant and ran in different directions.

A few seconds later, several wizards appeared at the same location at the same time.

"Put down your wand!" A male wizard stared at me with sharp eyes.

"Oh! Hey! Stop, that's Snape, have you forgotten? The professor of Hogwarts!" Arthur Weasley squeezed out of the crowd.

"Go away, Arthur!" A Crouch also came over.

"Even if you are a professor at Hogwarts, you still have to go to the Wizengamot if you conjure up the Dark Mark." He said with a cold face.

I picked up Potter's wand that was dropped by little Barty from the ground and sneered.

"Since Mr. Crouch is so impartial, I feel relieved. After all, I have some very explosive news."