"Tell me how you got back here, kid."

Barty Crouch Jr. could be said to be the generation of Death Eaters that Voldemort favored the most. He was smart, brave, resourceful, young, talented, loyal to him, and even willing to sacrifice his life. He was simply the perfect subordinate.

A year ago, when Hogwarts held the Triwizard Tournament, he went undercover as Moody.

As Moody recovered, everyone thought he was dead, but unexpectedly he came back alive. It's true that when you are sleepy, someone will give you a pillow. What Voldemort lacks most now is manpower.

“I almost didn’t come back.”

It would have been fine if Voldemort didn't mention it, but when he mentioned little Barty he almost burst into tears. Then he slowly told the story about him.

When Moody was sending Barty Jr. to Azkaban that day, an accident happened. Fudge got the news from somewhere and intercepted them, saying that he would send Barty Jr. to Azkaban. Moody was just a former Auror and could only obey Fudge's arrangements, so he was intercepted and taken away by Fudge.

"He tortured me. He wanted to know Dumbledore's secret from me and find evidence of Dumbledore's guilt. But I really don't know."

"Seeing that I refused to say anything, he locked me up in the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic prison and planned to interrogate me again after a while. Before he left, he asked me to think it over. If he interrogated me again next time and I still knew nothing, he would give me a Dementor's Kiss."

"That room was cast with a very special spell. I couldn't open it. I thought I would never see the owner again, father. Unexpectedly, one day a battle occurred above the Ministry of Magic and the spell on the room failed. So I sneaked out and have been looking for news about you all this time."

This is the story of Little Barty.

After hearing this, everyone was silent.

Suddenly, Dolohov used his brain for a rare moment and said, "Wait a minute, you mean Fudge is looking for evidence against Dumbledore? He and Dumbledore don't get along?"

"Yes, it seems that Fudge wants to put Dumbledore to death."

"But I saw Fudge and Dumbledore teaming up just two days ago."

"Is it possible that the two of them have reached some goal and cooperated?"

"Given the Ministry of Magic's behavior, it is very likely that the two of them will join forces, such as Dumbledore giving up the position of Minister of Magic, just like now."

The Death Eaters were arguing about the news they got from Little Barty.

"You said you saw Fudge the other day?"

After hearing what they said, Little Batty said in surprise: "This is impossible!"

He raised his voice a few notes and continued loudly, "Fudge is dead. He died from the Killing Curse. I saw his body with my own eyes on the way out."

Chapter 423 Does the truth matter?

"Dead? But we clearly saw"

The Death Eater was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized, "Could it be that the current Fudge is a fake?"

"Fake? How is this possible?"

"Why are you pretending to be Fudge? What's the point of pretending to be a loser?"

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The Death Eaters began to argue, but after a long while Voldemort interrupted them.

"No, if it was arranged by Dumbledore then it is very likely."

"The purpose, of course, is to take control of the Ministry of Magic."

Voldemort showed a relieved look on his face. If that Fudge was a fake, then it would explain everything. He had always wondered what was wrong and felt that he had forgotten something. Fudge was indeed killed by himself. If it was Dumbledore who was secretly controlling all this, then it would make much more sense.

Most of the doubts in my heart also dissipated.

Dumbledore's style, indeed.

It seems that the 'Fudge' should be an old friend of Dumbledore, and he should be nearly a hundred years old. I heard that he has a younger brother, I wonder if this Fudge is him.

It doesn't matter who it is. The one I'm most worried about is Dumbledore. No one else can beat me.

"Ministry of Magic!!!"

The Death Eaters were even more shocked when they heard Voldemort's conclusion.

Is this really what the Dumbledore in their minds would do?

Didn't he say that he wasn't greedy for power?

Seeing the expressions of the Death Eaters, Voldemort knew what they were thinking. He snorted coldly, “Who do you think Dumbledore is? The easy-going old man with a white beard as rumored?”

"Still a crazy old man? Can he only say crazy things?"

"Think about all those titles he has. Do you think it's just because he is so respected? There are at least 800 wizards in the wizarding world who are older than him. Why do you think they are not as good as Dumbledore?"

"No one knows him better than me. He is Dumbledore. In terms of killing, perhaps all of you combined can only match a fraction of his number, but in terms of dark magic, no one here can compare to him."

Voldemort was not sure whether Dumbledore had committed murder or not, but he was sure that Dumbledore was no weaker than himself in terms of dark magic.

"Hey Hey."

Voldemort grinned and let out an unpleasant laugh: "But this is good news. At least I know his plan."

"We'll leave here tomorrow."

Dolohov asked hurriedly, "Master, where are we going? The manors of other members are not as good as here. The best Malfoy Manor has been sealed by the Aurors."

He is currently in charge of the work that Lucius originally was in charge of, so naturally he has to ask clearly.

"Fool Dolohov, the master is talking about leaving here, this land," Bella taunted.

Seeing that Voldemort did not refute, Dolohov quickly said: "You mean..."

Voldemort nodded and said, "Leave England, lie dormant and expand our team, waiting for the best opportunity."

His goal was to rule the entire wizarding world, so there was no need to fight to the death with Dumbledore and others in England.

Since they want to control the Ministry of Magic in England so much, they might as well just give it to them. They just need to wait quietly for Dumbledore to die from the curse in a year, and then they can blow the horn of attack.

"Where should we go?"

This question is very important to the Death Eaters. They can't just be like homeless people, going wherever they go.

And they can't just choose a destination randomly, they can't run around everywhere. The Death Eaters are not stray dogs on the roadside.

If you change another one, you will establish a base camp.

Voldemort did not answer, but looked at little Barty: "My child. What do you think?"

After thinking for a while, Little Batty replied, "Transylvania is the birthplace of vampires. Many dark creatures like to live there."

"I think we should go there."

Transylvania is a region in Romania with a very high degree of autonomy. There are a large number of vampires living there. It has even been developed into a popular holiday project as one of the attractions of the "Horror Tour" - a day trip to the Vampire Castle.

There is a Ministry of Magic, but its power is not as good as the Austrian Ministry of Magic.

The powerful Ministry of Magic makes too much noise, and small places like this are the easiest to control.

It couldn't be more suitable for today's Death Eaters.

Voldemort nodded in satisfaction and said to the other Death Eaters, "Let's go to Transylvania."

Then he instructed the others, "Remember to inform Lucius and the others. I don't want my servants to come back and not find us."

With the order from the leader, the subordinates quickly organized themselves and disappeared into the temporary manor early the next morning.

Soon, a group of black-robed wizards suddenly moved into a castle somewhere in Transylvania.

As the Harry Potter movie became more and more popular, the content of the movie also spread among wizards. While people had a deeper impression of Voldemort, their fear of him also decreased a lot.

In a private house somewhere in Germany, Karkaroff, who had been hiding since Voldemort showed up, paced back and forth in the room.

"I trusted you so much, but you deceived me! That man is not a thief who stole power. He is the real Dark Lord."

Voldemort appeared one after another, and even if Karkaroff was slow to react, he almost reacted.

You can't mistake the person you fear the most.

"Oh my God, what have I done?! I actually betrayed him! And I led many people to betray him! I will die, I will be killed by him!"

Karkaroff widened his eyes and covered his mouth, as if he saw himself dying from the Killing Curse in the next second.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and his body shook like a sieve.

"This is all your fault!"

Karkaroff glared at the young man sitting in a chair in front of him drinking coffee.

"I don't really like the pure bitter taste of Italian coffee, nor do I like the taste of American coffee hot pot water, but it still tastes better with some milk."

Dudley commented calmly on the taste of the coffee in the cup, letting Karkaroff grumble.

"You are still here making sarcastic remarks, I..."

Dudley stood up and approached Karkaroff. Feeling his terrifying aura, Karkaroff's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he stopped talking.

"Calm down now, Professor Karkaroff?"

Dudley said so.

The curse that Karkaroff was so proud of couldn't even make Dudley sneeze.

The huge gap between the two is even greater than that between humans and pigs.

Seeing that Karkaroff was lying there in silence, Dudley sat back in his original seat, tapped the table with his knuckles for a while, and then slowly spoke.

"Professor Karkaroff, do you think it matters what the truth is?"

Chapter 424 What Apple? It's a Pineapple

Karkaroff didn't want to pay attention to Dudley, but out of curiosity he couldn't help but ask.

"What do you mean?"

Seeing Karkaroff's reply, Dudley continued, "Haven't you noticed? The man you thought was invincible has failed twice in a row."

"Once at the Ministry of Magic. Once at Diagon Alley (cinema)."

"Dumbledore, Fudge. More and more wizards are able to compete with him. He may still be the same as before, but this is no longer the era when he dominated."

"In other words, times have changed."

"Professor Karkaroff, you don't want to hide like a rat for the rest of your life, do you?"

It was obvious that Dudley's words were a recruitment move, but only slightly.

"But he is still the Dark Lord, with so many Death Eaters following him. If the people I have gathered find out that I am deceiving them, the Dark Lord won't even have to take action himself, as they will rush over and tear me to pieces."

Karkaroff still spoke in fear, without any of the momentum he had when he confronted the Death Eaters.

The shadow that Voldemort cast on others was so great that many people surrounded him purely out of fear of being liquidated.

"What if what you said was true? You didn't lie to them?"

"What do you mean?"

Dudley pulled something out of his pocket and placed it in front of Karkaroff.

"Professor Karkaroff, what is this?"

Karkaroff looked at the green fruit in front of him and answered honestly: "An apple. A green apple."

Dudley shook his head and said, "No, it's a pineapple."

Karkaroff didn't understand, but he continued: "It's clearly an apple."

Dudley stood up again, looked down at him, and gently placed his hand on his shoulder, exerting a little force: "I said, this is a pineapple."

Karkaroff didn't know what Dudley was going to do, but when he faced Dudley at such a close distance, especially when he was stared at by those eyes, it was like being stared at by his natural enemy. He felt weak in his limbs and limp all over.

"Now I ask you, what is this?"

Dudley's voice came again, and he asked the question again.

“This is a pineapple.”

Karkaroff said tremblingly, but when he finished he widened his eyes: "This is a pineapple? This is a pineapple!"

"Very good, it seems that you are not so stupid, and you finally understand it."

Seeing Karkaroff repeating those words as if he had come to his senses, Dudley smiled with satisfaction.

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