Harry looked at "Moody," and a trace of pity flashed across his face. He could not help but say, "I think we should hand him over to Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic. After all, he's a retired Auror who spent his entire life fighting Voldemort."
"No, he isn't. Look at his face—hasn't it changed a little? The Polyjuice Potion is wearing off."
Xu Yue did not stop what he was doing as he spoke calmly.
"The Unforgivable Curses are judged by the one who uses them. If you use them for justice, then they are just as well. When you said Professor Snape had wrongly accused you of stealing Polyjuice Potion ingredients, I became suspicious. I came over to check because I was worried, and sure enough, this was the case."
Hearing Xu Yue's words and watching Barty Crouch Jr.'s appearance gradually return, Harry's expression turned blank.
Professor Moody was not Professor Moody?
"All right, that's enough. Now tell us everything you know. If there is even the slightest mistake, you can try that pain again."
Xu Yue then lifted the spell from Barty Crouch Jr.
Barty Crouch Jr. stopped convulsing. His eyes were vacant at first, but once they gradually regained focus, they filled with deep terror.
He had thought that ever since he began following his master, he would no longer know fear.
Yet what he had suffered just now, that agony beyond words—even having it mentioned by the person before him made him tremble with lingering dread.
"I'll talk..."
He considered lying, but the moment he recalled that experience, he completely abandoned the thought. As long as there was even the slightest possibility, he would never be willing to endure it again.
Barty Crouch Jr. then told them everything: how he had broken free during the