As soon as his body stopped contorting, Crouch snatched the straps holding the now useless magical eye in place away and reached for his wand while trying to stand and failing. His hand had barely reached it before matching stunners from Snape and Flitwick hit him from either side causing the man to collapse before he toppled from his chair to the floor behind the table.
"Barty Crouch Junior," exclaimed a clearly surprised Snape, as the Hall burst into surprised chatter.
Harry walked forward as the staff appeared to stand around, not knowing what to do. "Well?" he prompted them. "I may only be a student but, even to someone like me, I would think the next thing to do would be to call the aurors; yes?"
That got them moving. "Mister Potter, perhaps you should..." began Dumbledore before Harry rode over him in a louder and clear voice.
"..Wonder how it is that someone you called a friend for the past fifty years could be impersonated by a Death Eater and you had no idea? Well, I do!" With a snort he said, "Polyjuice requires the person who you're impersonating be somewhat handy for the final ingredient for, and when, you need it. Maybe you should think about sending someone to the Dah-Dah offices and see if the real Moody's there, somewhere, under enchantments of some sort. That is, if you're not too busy calling for the aurors."
Dumbledore scowled back and quickly left the Hall, while Professors McGonagall and Flitwick hurried off to, apparently, the DADA offices. Harry turned back to his smirking godfather and father-in-law. He sighed and said in a clear voice, "Is it just me, or is the staff here utterly incapable of figuring things out without being led by the hand to the answer?"
Turning to the rest of the Hall, he called, "Oh, I think it's now apparent to even a... bunch of dunderheads... how it is my name came to be ejected by the Goblet of Fire; aye?"
That had a few students look away in shame while most others looked back in dawning comprehension.
The real Alastor Moody was found locked within his own trunk in the DADA Professor's private quarters by Professors McGonagall and Flitwick. He was taken to the Infirmary where he was resting. The aurors finally arrived after half an hour and took away the stunned and bound Barty Crouch Junior. Harry learned later that another pair of aurors was sent to Saint Mungo's, where they were tasked with putting Crouch Senior in null-magic cuffs and cuffing him to his own bed. He would be taken into custody once he was well enough to travel.
For everyone else, they spent the afternoon talking back and forth about the task and the 'unveiling' of the so-called Professor Moody as actually being a Death Eater long thought dead.
About an hour before the start of the early evening meal, Harry retired to their bedroom and changed into the mixed muggle and magical attire he'd be wearing for the task. He'd be wearing a comfortable pair of firmly laced, ankle protecting, high-top muggle trainers in black; lightweight black combat pants; a black long-sleeved t-shirt; and a black over robe similar to auror robes that allowed full freedom of movement. And, finally, his invisibility cloak went in the left back pocket of his pants in easy reach through slits in the robes to allow such access.
Because he'd need the absence of colour to help him hide from the Death Eaters after getting away from Riddle, matt black was the only way to go.
"All looks good," muttered Hermione. "Now try the skin tone colour charm."
He quickly used the temporary charm to darken his skin to a dark brown, "Obscurant cutem," before reversing it again with its counter, "Redire cutem." "Now the Daphne.
disillusionment
charm,"
said
He gave the top of his head a tap with the tip of his wand as he muttered the incantation, "Lateo"; and felt the broken egg and water drenching sensation that said he'd successfully applied it before removing it once more with the counter, "Appareo".
"And the cloak?" asked Hermione.
Harry checked. "In my back pocket and easy to hand," he replied, tapping his back left pocket.
"Good, that's three ways to disappear," said Daphne. "Now for the portkeys."
Pointing to them, or otherwise indicating them, he said, "My House ring is a permanent portkey and portkeys me to Potter Retreat. My wedding band is a portkey to the entry hall of Greengrass Farm. My 'new' necklace is a portkey to the front gates of Hogwarts. And the coins I have in my pockets, one in each so they don't 'chink' as I move, are each portkeys to the front gate. And, I can always apparate out. "
"Apparate only as a last-ditch emergency effort," said Daphne. "Your focus won't be the best and you may splinch yourself."
Harry just gave a short nod in response.
"Broom?" asked Hermione.
"Shrunken already; and in my left thigh pocket," he replied, tapping the pocket on the combat pants.
"That's everything," said Hermione. "Then let us rejoin our family," said Daphne.
On his left inner forearm under a heavy glamour he had his wand holster for his 'secondary' custom wand; a wand he'd been training to cast with, with his left hand. Also strapped to his left forearm, but on the back of the arm, was his knife in its holster with the handle down, also disillusioned. There, it would be in easy reach of his right hand to pull if he needed it.
On his right forearm he had the holster for the 'primary', ministry-sanctioned wand that he'd been using almost exclusively; the Ollivander holly and phoenix feather wand that was the brother wand to Riddle's. Also strapped to his right arm was the pig skin blood pouch. It went from just under the wand holster, all the way up to about the middle of his bicep under the sleeve of his t-shirt. It was also firmly attached to his arm by elastic straps and sticking charm. And Harry had been practicing casting while wearing it for the past couple of days; since the morning after they'd taken the blood from Nott. Harry quickly found that the blood pouch did not affect his casting any noticeable difference.
Once the girls checked him over to make sure everything that needed to be hidden whether under glamour or just within clothing - was, they returned to the living room to join the family.
"It's time," he sighed. "Shall we head down to dinner?"
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