Bartemius Crouch Jr. was not having a good time.
He knew he would not die anytime soon, and at this point, he didn't even want to die. But day by day, his existence was worse than death.
Every time he woke up, still dazed, he would be fed liquid nourishment. Once his stomach was full, he would be forced to drink that potion—a modified, enhanced version of the Draught of Living Death.
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