"Whoosh."
Three figures suddenly appeared on a hillside.
"Over there, Dark Lord. That's the Crouch family's castle."
Old Nott pointed toward the white castle in the distance and spoke to Voldemort.
"You should learn to repair the radio."
As he started toward the castle, Voldemort continued, "A young body can be useful in a fight."
"I've tried, but that stuff..." Old Nott gave a wry smile. "Some of it's hard to understand."
"The section about shortwave and longwave?" Voldemort asked.
"All the scientific stuff," Old Nott said with a grimace.
"If Hermione comes over during the holidays, you can ask her. She's pretty good at explaining things to people."
As Voldemort spoke, Malfoy had already pulled the knocker on the castle's front door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
After three sharp raps, a figure suddenly appeared beside them. It was a House-elf.
"Winky is at your service."
The elf bowed and said, "Mr. Crouch isn't home. If there's anything you..."
She stopped mid-sentence, her eyes going wide.
A magical glow had begun to shine from the hand Voldemort was pointing at her.
After casting the Imperius Curse, Voldemort told her, "Open the door and take me to Barty Crouch Jr."
Winky's eyes went dull. She turned and opened the door for them.
"Barty Crouch Jr. is really here?"
Lucius stared in astonishment. He hadn't expected Voldemort's guess to be right.
Old Turner wasn't surprised. He knew his old classmate never made a claim without reason.
"Lucky guess," Voldemort said with a smile as he followed Winky.
The white castle wasn't very big, at least not compared with the Malfoy family's home.
Even so, Winky led them through the entrance hall and past several rooms before stopping at a door.
"Creak."
She pushed the door open, revealing the entire room to the three