Late at night, the Defense Against the Dark Arts Office was still brightly lit. Fake Moody stared intently at the potion bubbling like mud in the cauldron before him, carrying out the final steps.
He poured the Polyjuice Potion into his curved flask, dropped a small lock of Mad-Eye Moody's hair into it, and gently shook it a few times. He took a small sip, then shuddered lightly, closed his eyes, and waited for the potion to take effect.
"This cauldron of Polyjuice Potion should last until the end of term," Fake Moody muttered. "But I should be leaving soon. Next..."
How to complete the important task the Dark Lord had given him was the first thing Fake Moody—or rather, Barty Crouch Jr.—needed to consider.
Honestly, taking Harry away would be easy. The difficult part was taking Harry Potter away silently, right under Dumbledore's nose.
Dumbledore was not a fool. Secretly taking Harry away certainly could not be concealed, though Barty did not need to hide it from Dumbledore for long.
Half an hour should be enough for Voldemort to fully revive.
This should have been a relatively simple matter. The maze for the third task was large enough that the champions could never find the cup placed in its center in a short time.
Before the task ended, even if Harry Potter disappeared during the competition, Dumbledore would not notice. But... the appearance of that Mudblood had made things very troublesome.
Perhaps he would need no more than fifteen minutes. Maybe even less.
Barty had never doubted Albert Anderson's abilities. Especially after seeing someone fly above the maze on a broomstick and look down at it from the sky, he realized there was not enough time. Particularly since Barty had recently learned by chance that the Mudblood had mastered