"I felt it..." Snape admitted, his expression turning rather ugly. "But the Dark Lord did not summon me."
"Snape! How pitiful!" Barty Crouch Jr. split his mouth in a grin, showing a mouthful of blood. "The Dark Lord didn't summon you, and Dumbledore hid the truth from you too!"
"Dumbledore clearly knew everything, yet he didn't reveal a single bit of it to you! Tell me, what have you been doing all these years? Why does he distrust you so much? Shouldn't you reflect on yourself?"
Snape did not answer the question. Instead, he questioned Barty Crouch Jr. "Are you really Crouch? Or some Gryffindor in disguise? If you were to return to your father now..."
"Don't mention that man!" Barty Crouch Jr. growled, like a beast about to attack, hunching his body and staring at Snape with venomous eyes.
"Petrificus Totalus!" Snape gripped his wand and cast the Full Body-Bind Curse at Barty Crouch Jr.
"You cried bitterly to your father, saying you wanted to turn over a new leaf and go on being his good..." he continued, deliberately drawing out the word "good," "son..."
"Next, do you think your father would joyfully share everything about the Ministry of Magic with you, or would he guard against you and not tell you about the Dark Lord's return?"
"True..." He looked at Barty Crouch Jr. with pity. "Perhaps you're still too inexperienced... You had barely graduated before your own father sent you to Azkaban."
"Though I don't know how you got out, judging from your current words and actions, those Dementors in Azkaban really did change you quite a lot..."
"How did you connect these things and come to such a foolish conclusion? Barty Crouch, remember this... I will forever be the Dark Lord's loyal servant."
Snape paced over to