In the still of the night, a piercing crack suddenly rang out. A cloaked figure appeared out of thin air, seeming to cradle something in his arms. He strolled along the path and finally stopped before a large house.
Ding-dong!
The doorbell rang.
"Damn it, who's calling at this hour?"
Having been woken in the middle of the night, Crouch was in a foul mood. The moment he twisted open the door, the astonished expression on his face froze completely. He saw The Dead Man, holding an ugly infant in his arms—and the infant was pointing a wand at him.
"Imperius Curse!"
A hoarse voice sounded beneath the night sky.
Crouch, struck by the Imperius Curse, wiped the expression from his face. He stepped aside as though nothing had happened and let the people outside into the house, as if welcoming guests he had not seen in a long time.
Peter quickly found Barty Crouch Jr., unconscious and hidden in an extremely secluded place, with a rather high-quality Invisibility Cloak draped over him.
Voldemort raised his wand, awakened the still-unconscious man before him, and lifted the Imperius Curse from him.
Barty Crouch Jr. opened his eyes and looked doubtfully at the unfamiliar man before him. His gaze fell on his father beside him, startling him, then shifted to the infant in the man's arms. His mind was a complete mess.
"It is I. I have returned."
"Master, you came to save me—to save your most loyal servant." A brilliant smile appeared on Barty Crouch Jr.'s face. "I knew you weren't dead. This is wonderful, truly wonderful."
"Enough, Barty Crouch Jr. Sit down."
Voldemort had Barty leave the sitting room. Looking at his loyal servant, he said hoarsely, "I have not yet fully regained my former strength. Now, I have a