bioinnovel Chapter 365 Actors
Chapter 365 Actors
Chapter 365 Actors
Truth serum is a magical potion that makes people tell the truth.
It is said that just three drops are enough to make someone reveal their deepest secrets without reservation.
However, in reality, truth serum is not as miraculous as legend suggests, and there are many ways to resist it.
If the Truth Potion were truly foolproof, could people like Lucius Malfoy use the Imperius Curse as an excuse to escape the Ministry of Magic's trial and avoid imprisonment?
Even if Belvina beat Barty Crouch Jr. half to death and then force-fed him truth serum while he was delirious, Barty's words under the influence of the truth serum would not be entirely credible.
What if Barty Crouch Jr. altered his memories beforehand? What if what Barty Crouch Jr. said was just what he thought?
Therefore, truth serum is neither reliable nor trustworthy.
Moreover, Barty Jr. specifically requested to use the truth serum, so how could he have been unprepared beforehand?
For prepared wizards or wizards with high magical power, the effect of truth serum is very limited, or even completely ineffective.
"If you insist on not believing me, there's nothing I can do," Barty Crouch Jr. shrugged. "Anyway, what I said is the truth, believe it or not."
Little Barty had absolutely no idea of persuading Belvina; he wasn't even willing to give it a try.
It is enough that some of the professors present choose to believe; it does not matter whether Belvina and Dumbledore believe.
"Assuming you're telling the truth," Dumbledore said. "Now let's talk about something else, Bertha Jorkins, or your father, Barty Crouch."
"It's quite a coincidence that I ran into that idiot Jorkins while I was looking for my master," Little Barty said contemptuously. "After all these years, she hasn't improved at all, and I convinced her with ease."
In Barty Crouch Jr.'s account, Bertha Jorkins is still that meddlesome, oblivious fool.
Barty Crouch tells Bertha Jorkins that he, like Sirius Black, was wrongly accused, which is why Barty Crouch rescued him from Azkaban.
The reason he didn't choose to clear his name like Sirius Black was because Barty Crouch was worried about his status and reputation being affected; he was the kind of person who would do anything for a position.
Unsurprisingly, Bertha Jorkins believed Barty Jr.'s lies and lowered her guard against him.
Then, Barty the Younger ambushed the foolish Joggins, stole her wand, and controlled her with the Imperius Curse.
"What about the Quidditch World Cup?" Dumbledore asked. "You cast the Dark Mark, didn't you?"
"That's right, I did it." Barty Jr. puffed out his chest proudly. "After returning to London, I attacked that old bastard Barty Crouch with Jorkins. As you can see, I used Polyjuice Potion to transform into his likeness."
Despite failing to find Voldemort amidst Barty Crouch Jr.'s endless tales, he still decides to wreak havoc in wizarding society, reminding everyone of the fear they once felt under the control of the Death Eaters.
In order to get revenge on Barty Crouch, Barty Jr. uses Polyjuice Potion to impersonate his father and try to cause trouble everywhere in his father's name.
On the night of the World Cup final, Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Barty Crouch, witnessed the riot at the camp, saw the Death Eaters marching through the camp, and saw them harassing defenseless Muggles.
"I'm furious! I'm absolutely furious!" Barty suddenly became agitated. "They have the freedom I've always dreamed of, yet they've never even thought to look for their master. They actually think the great Voldemort is dead! What a bunch of fools! This is a blatant betrayal of Voldemort!"
The crowd fell silent once more; the fear instilled by the name Voldemort was something even the Hogwarts professors were not immune to.
Belvina suddenly noticed that Barty Jr. was indeed different from the other Death Eaters; he was calling Voldemort by his name.
Neither Lucius Malfoy nor the defector Snape dared to call Voldemort by his name; only Barty Crouch Jr. did.
"I've decided to teach these traitors a lesson. They must be punished for their disloyalty!" Barty Jr. said angrily. "I'll also show them what true loyalty to Voldemort really means!"
"Your loyalty is to fire ugly, grotesque black magic marks into the sky?" Belvina said dismissively. "Your aesthetic sense is truly awful."
"The Dark Mark is just the beginning!" Barty Jr. became even more agitated, his right hand gripping the wand trembling. "Harry Potter! Harry Potter is the ultimate target, my gift to Voldemort!"
Before Dumbledore and Belvina could ask any further questions, Barty Jr. continued talking to himself.
He looked excited and agitated, the wand pressed against his neck threatening to pierce a bloody hole at any moment.
According to Barty Crouch Jr., he disguised himself as his father to infiltrate Hogwarts simply to kill Harry Potter.
He wanted to use someone else to do his dirty work; he wanted to take advantage of the danger of the Three Kingdoms Tournament to secretly kill the boy who had miraculously survived.
Killing Harry Potter was to avenge Voldemort, to clear obstacles for Voldemort, and to demonstrate Barty Crouch Jr.'s loyalty to Voldemort.
"Revenge! I want revenge for Voldemort! I want revenge for my master!" Barty roared, veins bulging on his neck and bloodshot eyes.
Upon hearing this, Belvina rolled her eyes. She didn't believe Barty Crouch Jr.'s nonsense at all, not even a single punctuation mark.
Now, all she wanted to tell the veins-throbbing little Buddy was: Keep it simple, keep the performance simple, omit the gradual build-up of emotions, you're not an actor—
Although Belvina didn't cooperate, Dumbledore was very cooperative, giving Barty the opportunity to continue. This was probably because Dumbledore—he was kind—
"And now, what are your plans?" Dumbledore asked. "If nothing unexpected happens, Cornelius will arrive soon, and Azkaban will welcome back its prisoner."
Upon hearing Dumbledore mention Azkaban, Barty Crouch Jr. instinctively looked away. He didn't want to return to his dark and gloomy cell, much less suffer the torment of the Dementors.
"Plans?" Little Barty immediately deflated like a punctured balloon. "I have no plans right now."
He took a deep breath, his voice trembling, and continued, "I'm telling you all this just so that more people can see clearly what Barty is really like."
Crouch's ugly face.
From this perspective alone, Barty Crouch Jr. is undoubtedly a success. His father, Barty Crouch, has completely ruined his image, and unless he successfully defeats Voldemort, this image cannot be salvaged in the slightest.
The professors present exchanged bewildered glances. The secret between Crouch and his son was truly shocking, and the relationship between the two was utterly horrifying.
No matter when or where, whether Muggle or wizard, a falling out between father and son is a human tragedy, not to mention the poor Mrs. Crouch caught in the middle.
"Stop talking nonsense. Your lies will only fool Bertha Jorkins," Belvina said. "Where is Barty Crouch, and where are Jorkins? Where have you hidden them both?"
Belvina didn't care about the love-hate relationship between Crouch and his son; in her eyes, they were both complete bastards.
Belvina only cared about Voldemort; she was only concerned about Voldemort's whereabouts.
While Voldemort was still weak and unable to complete his plan, let's strike while he's sick and take his life!
"I knew perfectly well that Karkaroff's disappearance might be a hoax, that you had set a trap, yet I still stood before you—" said Barty Jr., "and guess what I did to them?"
Judging from what he said, Barty Crouch and Bertha Jorkins are probably in grave danger.
Belvina didn't try to guess; she wasn't a child, why should she play along with Barty Crouch Jr.'s guessing game?
Rather than satisfying Barty Crouch Jr.'s quirky sense of humor, Belvina would rather have a more intense interaction with him and tell him what color Blake is.
However, there is a prerequisite for intense interaction: the wand pressed against Barty Crouch Jr.'s neck.
If it weren't for Little Barty threatening his own life, who would be willing to stand here and listen to his nonsense?
Just as Belvina was lost in thought, Barty Crouch Jr., who was sitting on the ground, suddenly sprang up. His movement was sudden, but his wand was still pressed against his neck.
"I killed them. I killed that utterly stupid woman, Bertha Jorkins. She didn't deserve to live in this world!"
Barty Crouch Jr. roared, "I also killed Barty Crouch, I killed my own father, and I ended the shame he brought me!"
Seeing Barty Crouch Jr. descend into madness, Professor McGonagall and the others fell silent.
The father imprisoned the son, and the son killed the father. No one knows why they ended up like this, and no one can truly empathize with them.
Belvina believed that Barty Jr. was capable of committing such an inhuman act as patricide, but she still felt that Barty Jr. was unlikely to kill his father at this stage.
"You said you killed them," Dumbledore's voice was calm, as if unaffected, "How were the bodies disposed of? Were they buried, or—"
Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't wait to begin his new performance.
"Severus Snape!" Barty Crouch Jr. roared, "Sooner or later, you'll pay for your betrayal in blood!"
Snape, standing in the crowd, lowered his eyelids, avoiding Barty Jr.'s gaze.
Then Barty Jr. looked at everyone and roared, "And you all, you will all pay the price! The great Voldemort will return, and the Dark Mark will once again hang in the sky!"
After saying that, Barty Crouch Jr. burst into wild laughter, looking like a madman.
Belvina knew something was wrong and tried to stop them, but it was too late.
"Barty Crouch Jr.'s wand trembled violently, and a green light seemed to appear at the tip of the wand!"
"Take my life!"
Barty Crouch Jr. fell, taking everything upon himself, just to better hide Voldemort.
Dead men are the best at keeping secrets. Barty Crouch Jr. thought to himself.
But why is the process of dying so long? And what was that continuous red light just now?
Also, isn't it said that people whose lives are taken by the Killing Curse don't feel pain? Why does my chest hurt so much, as if all my bones are broken?
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