The next morning, Harley hadn't fully woken up when someone forcibly booted her up.
She lay in bed with her eyes still closed, her mind full of the scenes she'd witnessed the night before.
The previous night, Harley had taken another look through Peter Pettigrew's memories.
Just as she'd suspected, the first piece of parchment to shoot out of the Goblet of Fire—the one that read "Azkaban, Harley Potter"—had been Barty Crouch Jr.'s doing.
The elderly Crouch who'd been around these past few days was actually Barty Crouch Jr. in disguise. That night, he'd had the house-elf Winky take him back to Hogwarts.
After that, he'd easily bypassed the Age Line and cast a Confundus Charm on the Goblet of Fire, making it believe that Azkaban would also send a contestant to the tournament.
That was why the elderly Crouch had looked so thin these past few days and had stayed in the shadows the previous night, avoiding any unnecessary movement.
After all, Barty Crouch Jr. had been under the Imperius Curse for years, and he still suffered from some serious aftereffects. He wasn't in particularly good physical condition.
Peter Pettigrew only knew that Barty Crouch Jr. had been responsible for it.
As for the exact reason, or why the parchment had been written that way, Peter had no idea.
After all, once Voldemort had a more loyal servant, a turncoat as stupid and useless as Peter Pettigrew was no longer important to him.
Harley was rather disappointed.
Her instincts had told her that there was something wrong with the word "Azkaban" on the parchment. Barty Crouch Jr. and Voldemort must have had a reason for doing this.
The missing information left Harley on her guard.
As for the parchment with her name written in blood-red ink, even Barty Crouch