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I was looking down into a kind of pit, an underground room, and lying on the floor some ten feet below, apparently fast asleep, thin and staved in appearance, was the real Alastor Moody. His wooden leg was gone, the socket that should have held the magical eye looked empty beneath its lid, and chunks of his grizzled hair were missing. Harry stared, thunderstruck, between the sleeping Moody in the trunk and the unconscious Moody lying on the floor of the office. Dumbledore climbed into the trunk, lowered himself, and fell lightly onto the floor beside the sleeping Moody. He bent over him.
‘Stunned — controlled by the Imperius Curse — very weak,’ he said. ‘Of course, they would have needed to keep him alive. Katherine, throw down the imposter’s cloak — he’s freezing. Madam Pomfrey will need to see him, but he seems in no immediate danger.’
I did as I was told; Dumbledore covered Moody in the cloak, tucked it around him, and clambered out of the trunk again. Then he picked up the hip flask that stood upon the desk, unscrewed it, and turned it over. A thick glutinous liquid splattered onto the office floor.
‘Polyjuice Potion,’ said Dumbledore. ‘You see the simplicity of it, and the brilliance. For Moody never does drink except from his hip flask, he’s well known for it. The imposter needed, of course, to keep the real Moody close by, so that he could continue making the potion. You see his hair . . .’ Dumbledore looked down on the Moody in the trunk. ‘The imposter has been cutting it off all year, see where it is uneven? But I think, in the excitement of tonight, our fake Moody might have forgotten to take it as frequently as he should have done . . . on the hour . . . every hour. . . . We shall see.’
Dumbledore pulled out the chair at the desk and sat down upon it, his eyes fixed upon the unconscious Moody on the floor. Harry and I stared at him too. Minutes passed in silence. . . . Then, before our very eyes, the face of the man on the floor began to change. The scars were disappearing, the skin was becoming smooth; the mangled nose became whole and started to shrink. The long mane of grizzled grey hair was withdrawing into the scalp and turning the colour of straw. Suddenly, with a loud clunk, the wooden leg fell away as a normal leg regrew in its place; next moment, the magical eyeball had popped out of the man’s face as a real eye replaced it; it rolled away across the floor and continued to swivel in every direction. I saw a man lying before us, pale-skinned, slightly freckled, with a mop of fair hair. I didn’t know who he was, but a look of recognition passed on Harry’s face.
There were hurried footsteps outside in the corridor. Snape had returned with Winky at his heels. Professor McGonagall was right behind them.
‘Crouch!’ Snape said, stopping dead in the doorway. ‘Barty Crouch!’
‘Good heavens,’ said Professor McGonagall, stopping dead and staring down at the man on the floor. Filthy, disheveled, Winky peered around Snape’s legs. Her mouth opened wide and she let out a piercing shriek.
‘Master Barty, Master Barty, what is you doing here?’ She flung herself forward onto the young man’s chest. ‘You is killed him! You is killed him! You is killed Master’s son!’
‘He is simply Stunned, Winky,’ said Dumbledore. ‘Step aside, please. Severus, you have the potion?’ Snape handed Dumbledore a small glass bottle of completely clear liquid I recognized because he had made me brew it, even though this was potion was beyond O.W.L’s level.
Dumbledore got up, bent over the man on the floor, and pulled him into a sitting position against the wall. Winky remained on her knees, trembling, her hands over her face. Dumbledore forced the man’s mouth open and poured three drops inside it. Then he pointed his wand at the man’s chest and said, ‘Rennervate.’
Crouch’s son opened his eyes. His face was slack, his gaze unfocused. Dumbledore knelt before him, so that their faces were level.
‘Can you hear me?’ Dumbledore asked quietly. The man’s eyelids flickered.
‘Yes,’ he muttered.

Reacties (2)

  • Adelia

    Benieuwd naar het volgende hoofdstuk!!!
    Funfact: ik vind het echt geweldig hoe je alles zo in details kan vertellen. Dat is iets wat het lezen nog aangenamer maakt ( vind ik toch ) en jij bent daar echt super goed in! <3

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  • Maim

    Spannend!!

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