This place seemed to be much safer than his attic at least. Lin Ze nodded with satisfaction.
He asked Grot to guard the vault, and he turned back to the vault and placed the wooden box on the ground.
Open the lid of the wooden box and activate Pensieve using the method taught by the old wizard.
With a flash of light, the silver liquid in the stone basin slowly gushes out.
He took out the glass bottles containing Karkaroff memories from his pocket and read the labels one by one under the oil lamp.
There are some words marked with labels on it, and the handwriting was written by him in Chinese characters.
He picked out the bottle marked "Barty Crouch Jr.", uncorked it, and poured the silver memory inside into Pensieve.
With the injection of memory, the silver liquid slowly rotated, and as the rotation speed of the liquid became faster, a vortex was finally formed.
Lin Ze took a deep breath and buried his face in it.
There was a weightless feeling of falling.
The surrounding water patterns turned into objects and characters one after another.
A moment later he found himself standing in a dark basement.
The basement is not big, the walls are made of rough stone, and the floor is paved with a few dirty wooden boards.
There were a few candles lit in the corner, and the candlelight flickered in the humid air, making people's shadows grow longer and shorter.
There were seven or eight people standing in the room, all wearing black robes, with their hoods pulled down to cover most of their faces.
They formed a semicircle with an empty space in the middle, as if they were waiting for some performance to begin.
Karkaroff stood in the crowd, looking towards the door from time to time.
The door opened.
Everyone stood up straight and respectfully.
A tall man with pale skin walked in.
He was not wearing a mask, revealing a handsome and gloomy face.
Voldemort.
Here he has not yet turned into the noseless, hairless monster he later became.
His facial features were beautiful, but his red vertical pupils had lost all human emotion.
Behind him were two people.
One is Amycus·Carrow, with a very uncomfortable smile on his rough face.
The other is a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old, with short dark brown hair and regular facial features. He is also wearing Hogwarts's school robe. He stands half a step behind Voldemort with a respectful posture.
Barty Crouch Jr.·Crouch.
Lin Ze stared at that young face. At this time, Barty Crouch Jr.'s expression was full of excitement and expectation.
His eyes were bright and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
Voldemort sat down on the only chair in the center of the room, and tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers.
"Bring it up."
As soon as the voice fell, two Death Eaters dragged a person out from the side door.
It was a middle-aged man, wearing Muggle clothes, with messy hair, blood all over his face, and one leg bent strangely.
He was thrown in the middle of the room and struggled to get up, but his broken leg could not support him to stand up.
"Mudblood." Voldemort said softly.
A few suppressed chuckles echoed around him.
Voldemort raised his hand and called Barty Crouch Jr.: "Young Mr. Crouch, come here."
Barty Crouch Jr.'s mouth corners raised higher.
He took two steps forward, pulled out his wand, and looked down at the Muggle man struggling on the ground, as if he was looking at an interesting toy.
"Excuse me, Master, can I... do whatever I want?" Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice was very soft, with a kind of expectation that made Lin Ze's skin crawl.
Voldemort nodded slightly.
"Cruciatus Curse"
Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't wait to recite the long-prepared spell.
Muggle The man let out a shrill scream, his whole body twitching crazily on the ground, his nails digging into his palms, and blood dripping down his palms to the ground.
Barty Crouch Jr. maintained the spell for about four or five seconds before taking back the wand slowly.
He tilted his head and looked at the man's reaction, as if he was evaluating his work.
"The intensity is well controlled." Amycus·Carrow commented next to it.
Barty Crouch Jr. raised his eyebrows proudly, then squatted down and used the wand to lift the man's chin, "Can you still speak?"
The man's lips trembled and he made a vague "hehe" sound.
"Very good." Barty Crouch Jr. stood up with satisfaction.
Then he used "Severing Charm" with his wand, leaving dozens of exposed wounds on the man's body.
His movements were very methodical, and the whole process was like a well-choreographed operation, but it was not for the purpose of saving people, but for the purpose of torture.
People around were laughing, applauding, and cheering.
Karkaroff is also applauding.
After about ten minutes, the Muggle man finally stopped moving.
His eyes were open, but his pupils were completely dilated, and a wisp of saliva mixed with blood foam flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Barty Crouch Jr. turned to Voldemort, with an expression of anticipation on his face like a primary school student handing in his homework.
"Master, he is dead."
Voldemort glanced at him. "Well done, Mr. Barty Crouch Jr., if your father sees what you are like now, maybe he will be proud of you."
There was laughter all around.
"No, my biggest wish in this life is to get your recognition, my respected master." Barty Crouch Jr. said excitedly while lying on the ground.
Voldemort laughed and stood up, helped Barty Crouch Jr. up on the ground, opened his arms, and embraced Barty Crouch Jr..
Huh--
The surrounding scenery faded away like a tide, and Lin Ze felt a force pulling him upwards.
In an instant, he found himself in the vault again.
Pensieve The water surface no longer rotates, but becomes calm.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Ze gradually calmed down.
He knew that Barty Crouch Jr. was a fanatical fan of Voldemort, but he didn't expect that Barty Crouch Jr. had already joined Death Eaters's team at such a young age.
The scene just now was probably the ceremony Voldemort prepared for Barty Crouch Jr. when he joined Death Eaters.
Gee, what a pervert.
Lin Ze used the magic wand to pick out the memory in Pensieve and put it back into the glass bottle.
Then Lin Ze took out a second glass bottle with "Lucius" written on it in Chinese.
This was the biggest surprise Karkaroff gave him besides Barty Crouch Jr..
The silver memory in the bottle shimmered under the oil lamp, like a wisp of imprisoned smoke.
"Let me see what our great Mr. Malfoy looks like at the Death Eaters party."
He uncorked the bottle and poured the memory into Pensieve.
As Lin Ze probed its head into the basin, the familiar feeling of weightlessness came again.
This time he was standing in a luxuriously decorated living room.
There are several landscape oil paintings hanging on the walls, with gilded frames.
There is a bright fire burning in the fireplace.
The long table is covered with a dark green velvet tablecloth, with silver candlesticks and crystal wine glasses placed on it.
Several Death Eaterss in black robes were sitting around the table.
Lin Ze recognized Lucius Malfoy sitting next to the main seat at a glance.
He wore a well-tailored dark gray robe, and the silver thread embroidery on the cuffs Winky shone in the candlelight.
Her long pale blond hair was neatly draped over her shoulders, and she held a glass of red wine in her hand.
I have to say, this guy can make himself look elegant and decent no matter where he is.
No wonder Voldemort once again entrusted him with important tasks when he returned.