Barty Crouch Jr.
So he was the son of that Barty Crouch who had already died?
A hundred emotions swirled through Harry's heart, yet his first thought was actually, Didn't this guy feel awkward turning from a man into a woman? What a pervert!
"Achoo!" Ginny sneezed in the crowd.
Is someone bad-mouthing me? Black Ginny thought.
"Wh... what... what's going on?" Bagman still hadn't quite caught up. He found it rather hard to accept that his colleague had turned into someone else right before his eyes.
He hadn't even grasped the meaning of what Sirius had just said-that this man should have died in Azkaban.
"Looks like something serious has happened," Moody said with a frown. Then he looked at Bagman. "Ludo, wrap up the tournament business as soon as you can. I suspect we may have other things to do here."
Bagman nodded dumbly.
Although Moody had stopped working at the Ministry of Magic long ago, his name still circulated there to this day. In his presence, Bagman was naturally a little intimidated. Of course, it might also have had something to do with Moody's ugly face.
"Dumbledore, you must have a quiet room here... Hmm, I think Potter had better come along too. At a time like this, I feel a little uneasy letting him out of my sight," Moody said.
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded.
Then the Hogwarts professors took Harry and the still-immobilized Barty Crouch Jr. into the castle, leaving behind a crowd of intensely curious students and a group of foreigners who had no idea what had happened.
Led by Dumbledore, the group arrived at a classroom on the ground floor.
The room was opened, and with a casual flick, Dumbledore transformed an ordinary classroom chair into a large, oddly shaped chair-the kind with restraints