Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"No, I was extremely weak at that time and had almost no fighting power." Crouch shook his head.

"Who knocked me out?" Krum roared unwillingly. Although he didn't suffer any major damage, he was a little uncomfortable after all, which made him lose face.

"It's him." Crouch raised his index finger and pointed to a man at the teacher's long table.

"Are you kidding me, Mad-Eye Moody?" There was a rustling sound from several long tables.

Almost all the students and teachers in front of the long table made a commotion, and even looked at the old Auror warily.

"Of course it's not who he is now, he was who he was," Crouch said slowly.

"My son adored the Dark Lord, he found him after he escaped, and they had some terrifying plans, and one of them was to replace Moody and become a teacher at Hogwarts. "

"What Voldemort miscalculated was that he was too careless. Even though I didn't have my own will at that time, I still remembered all this subconsciously."

"He teamed up with another Death Eater to stun Mad-Eye Moody, and then replaced him with Potion."

"My God! Alastor!" Professor McGonagall had already raised his wand and pointed at Moody not far away.

Flitwick also stood on the chair and clenched his wand, as if he would pick up the glory of his duel champion at any time.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The old Auror was still tasting the piece of bread and butter in front of him, which seemed to be in his hand before, and was not recovered by the magic of the house elf.

"Oh, calm down, Minerva, I'm the real deal now." He grinned, the magic eye twirling in its socket.

"Isn't Dumbledore still here? I think he is enough to prove that I am who I am now." The old Auror stood up in a hurry and explained.

Dumbledore waved his hand at this time, gave Professor McGonagall a reassuring look, and motioned for Crouch to continue.

"At that time my son was going to kill me. It was really Moody who saved me. He should have escaped my son's captivity."

At this time, the other talents breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then Dumbledore also appeared. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, he chose to temporarily withhold the news."

"They put a lot of thought into my recovery, and Dumbledore never gave up on digging up Voldemort's conspiracy to find out the truth,"

"Veritaserum...I made my son tell almost everything. I was there at the time, watching him little by little, and he would confide."

"Maybe it's the time of Veritaserum, my son wakes up, he realizes quickly what he's done, he betrays his sovereign master, he feels ashamed and kills himself." Crouch tried his best to be calm. Expounding this reality, but the trembling hands still reveal his incomparably sad emotion.

"And today, as a sinner, I just want to use my little conscience to remind you that maybe a turbulent era will come again, and we should be prepared."

"Finally, among this, I would like to point out a student who is also one of the accomplices."

Furong's face became paler and paler. Hermione followed the middle-aged man subconsciously, only to see someone she absolutely didn't want to see.

"Draco Malfoy."

"No!" Narcissa screamed, clutching her chest, as if she was stimulated, and then passed out in front of the long table.

"Nonsense!" Lucius said angrily, standing up from the long table.

The group among the students is frying again,

Many people looked at the warrior in front of the stage in amazement.

"At least from what I've heard, the student has helped the Dark Lord a lot," Crouch continued, gasping.

"The Dark Lord did not shy away from talking about his plans in front of me, which taught me many secrets..."

"This is so funny, Dumbledore, I ask you to get this crazy maniac out immediately." Lucius shouted at Dumbledore in a panic.

"I think everyone is entitled to know the truth, isn't it?" Dumbledore supported his half-moon lens and said lightly, ignoring Lucius' request.

"Lucius, don't worry, the Dark Lord didn't mention you, he just discussed some plans for his "resurrection" with his humble servant from time to time, and your son played an important role during this period. "

"I'm worried, what am I worried about?" Lucius' usual gloomy voice now became agitated and high-pitched.

"You are very clear in your heart. In the future, I think an Auror will find you to liquidate. Of course, now our attention should be on your son."

"These things were also revealed by my son before he died. I was not the only one present at the time. Both Headmaster Dumbledore and Mr. Auror Moody can testify. I don't need to frame any innocent student, do I?"

"I'd suggest keeping him under control for now," Crouch added.

The two male warriors beside Malfoy immediately took a step back and pointed their wands at him.

"It's unimaginable." Krum stretched out his strong arm, raised it, pointed his wand at Malfoy.

"Oh. I don't actually like people pointing wands at me." Malfoy shrugged and said helplessly, and then Harry and Krum suddenly felt their wrists crooked, numb, and their wands fell to the ground.

Everything happens between lightning and flint.

"After rewinding, let us handle it." Professor McGonagall shouted loudly, no matter what is right or wrong, now the order of the scene must be ensured, and the safety of the rest of the students.

Dumbledore made no objection to Crouch's words, which is almost enough to prove the truth of his words.

On the side, Furong seemed to be stunned by this huge shocking fact, and stood blankly on the spot.

Her delicate face was suddenly flushed with anger.

"You are such a person, I misread you!"

Malfoy looked at Furong with a slightly stunned look. He didn't know why Furong said such a thing without a brain.

Even if it is a common enemy, there seems to be something wrong with this line.

"My God! Fleur, don't go there." Madame Maxime screamed.

Fleur rushed straight towards Malfoy, her slender legs suddenly burst out with amazing speed, she seemed to have lost her mind, and the tip of her wand began to brew a dazzling light.

The people in the auditorium suddenly fell into a commotion.

"Professor McGonagall, please stop deforming the carpet under me immediately, otherwise I don't know what irreparable things my wand will do." Professor McGonagall, who had stood up in front of the long table, heard the words and let go immediately He grabbed his wand, but his defensive eyes didn't take his eyes off the boy.

"Also, Professor Flitwick, please put your wand under the table. I repeat, I don't want someone to point my wand at me. Don't think you're so small that I can't see your little movements."

The little teacher put away his wand angrily.

For them, it is completely impossible to ignore the lives of others. After all, it seems that Furong's life safety is no longer under their control.

Fleur stood stiffly in front of the guest of honor at this time, and she now lost her ability to move freely because a magic wand was pressed against her throat.

Malfoy's wand. )!!