The sky gradually became brighter, the sky turned dark blue, and a light white appeared from the horizon.

Felix stood in the crowd and understood a little why Frogy was so afraid of Barty Crouch. He was serious and had an old-fashioned and hard-working style. When Frogy was still struggling with how to deal with these hooded men, Crouch had already issued an order in an orderly manner.

"Take these thugs away," he said sternly: "they will be interrogated until someone tells who is the master messenger of the terrorist act."

Fudge wiped his sweat, "Crouch...Barty, you said it was too serious... They just got drunk and went crazy, and there was no serious consequence... I wouldn't agree to define it as horror... If it weren't for the Muggles, I just needed a fine."

"Oh, is it? I will focus on the interrogation results," Crouch said, his eyes fixed on the hooded men who had removed the mask. "I look familiar to some of them, quite familiar to me..."

Fudge cleared his throat, "Okay, let's talk about something back to the ministry-Walsh!" He turned around and looked, and Walsh Sidrick walked over quickly.

"I'll hand over some of the people to you, and you'll leave it to deal with the follow-up...uh, the comfort work, I'll go back to the department to solve the more difficult problems."

The Ministry of Magic staff urgently made a batch of door keys and left with the people lying on the ground.

Walsh Sidrick arranged for the rest to put out the fire and comfort everyone. Many members of the family got separated, and the staff of the Ministry of Magic gave him a loud voice, and shouted in the crowd so loudly that his voice was hoarse.

There are also claims, complaints, complaints, and all kinds of demands are in chaos. Walsh showed good work qualities, accepted all of this, and then asked them to go back and sort out a list of losses. As for whether to compensate or not, it is not certain.

"I will definitely not lose money, I can only admit that I am unlucky." Sirius said with great experience. Harry wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, so he could only cooperate.

"Okay, kids," said Mr. Weasley. "You go back to the tent to sleep for a while. It's not a few hours before dawn. You have to queue up to get the door keys during the day."

Barty Crouch stayed and found Felix.

"I want to say something to you, Mr. Hepp." Crouch said with a straight face: "Let's find a place to talk, what do you think?"

"Of course," Felix smiled slightly, "It's better to go to my tent, which is intact."

They returned to the tent of Future World Company, which was very spacious, with stacked empty boxes piled up in the corner, and two large fire dragon-shaped magic lamps. Crouch glanced at Cremy and Lupin, and said nothing.

The two sat down and Felix attracted a pot of lemon juice.

"Thank you." Crouch said politely, and he couldn't wait to get to the point, "Mr. Hepp, I want to thank you for stopping the riot in time without causing any more serious consequences."

“A more serious consequence?”

"Yes, more serious consequences," Crouch repeated, looking at Felix with a sharp look. "You haven't experienced it, but I know what they are. To be honest, according to the normal process, the Muggles' family will not survive."

"Normal process..." Felix raised his eyebrows, "Can it be what I thought?"

"Death Eater." Crouch said indifferently, "I used the killing of Muggles as a fun thing. At that time, I was the director of the Magic and Law Enforcement Department and handled quite a few cases, which was shocking. So I ordered my Aurors to fight tooth."

Felix fiddled with the goblet, thinking in his mind that at this moment, the curtain of the tent was lifted, "Batty, I heard you are here... Ha, that's true."

Ludo Bagman said breathlessly, his face sweating.

He pulled a chair and sat between the two of them, poured himself a glass of lemon juice, drank it all, and breathed a long sigh: "What a day full of twists and turns, those fans-"

"It's a thug, Ludo." Crouch interrupted and corrected him.

"Uh, okay, thug..." Bagman asked: "What are you talking about?"

But this sentence was just an introduction, and he immediately opened his conversation and looked at Felix with a smile: "I'm so sorry that I missed the show. When you showed your power, I was settled on gambling with Roddy. He suppressed a lot of money and bet that Bulgaria would score the first goal. As a result, you saw it... I've long seen that Bulgaria was not good, so he gave a very high odds!"

"And there is little Agatha, she pressed half of the shares of the Eel Farm, a little crazy... But, she happened to help me repay a debt that I borrowed from the fairy..."

“No one wants to hear your business,” Crouch said impatiently. “We are talking about the business, if you realize that you are one of the leaders of the camp.”

Ludo Bagman looked at him uneasyly, "But, isn't it over? All the troublemakers were brought back to the ministry. There was Walsh in the camp, and he did much better than me..."

Felix smiled and said, "Mr. Bagman, we're just talking about the Death Eater."

"Diet eating...what? Death Eater..." Bagman's round face began to sweat, "I, I don't understand."

Neither Felix nor Crouch paid attention to him. Felix wanted to know why Crouch came to him, so he continued to the interrupted topic, "Mr. Crouch, you just said that the Death Eaters made fun of killing Muggles. Do you think they did today's farce?"

"I can't think of anyone else," Crouch said word by word: "Only they need to hide their heads and show their faces, covering up their cowardice and despicableness, but recalling their glory. After years of losing power in the mysterious man, this way reminds us that they are doing well."

His toothbrush-like beard was trembling, his eyes were protruding, and he looked very ferocious. Felix suspected that if a Death Eater stood in front of him, he would have to bite their throats with his teeth.

Bagman thought of the scene where he was judged at the end of the war. Crouch now had the same expression as he had back then, which made him unable to help but be afraid. From this perspective, Fudge's arrangement failed. Bagman did not have the courage to oppose Crouch. He planted the seeds of fear when he was judged that year, so he has been having a good relationship with Crouch over the years.

"Batty, maybe, maybe..." He was frightened and mumbled for a long time and couldn't say the complete words.

Felix had similar speculations and nodded at this moment and said, "So today there is actually something missing, the Dark Mark."

Crouch showed a contemptuous expression: "They dare not do this."

Before the conversation ended, Barty Crouch seemed to have expressed his true purpose: "Wisegamo has considered accepting you as a member of them, and in the near future, maybe you can catch up with this trial. We need to be tough on these scum."

Felix looked at his back and felt strange. Did Crouch find help in Wisengamo? As far as he knew, Barty Crouch had not had a good life before, and there were even rumors that Fudge planned to kick him out of Wisengamo.

But in fact, Fudge is not able to do this, because the Wisengamo Wizard Court is a very loose organization, and every member has his own work and will only get together if he has important things.

When it comes to the leader, Dumbledore, who serves as the chief magician of Wiesengamor, is.

...

Shortly after leaving, Barty Crouch took leave and disappeared at the camp on the grounds of being uncomfortable, but he did not walk away, but appeared in the woods near the camp.

A man in black robe and cloak stood in the mist, motionless.

Barty Crouch's expression also became stiff, as if it had solidified.

The cape man lifted his hood and revealed a young face: "Master."

Barty Crouch's voice suddenly became hoarse, "I went to meet Felix Hepp..."

"What!" The cape man, Barty Crouch, said in a deep voice: "Would it be too risky? Master... We underestimated him before, but today we are at the scene, and you can see it through my father's eyes..."

Barty Crouch's eyes turned blood red in an instant, and his pupils turned into snakes. He whispered: "Before making a plan, you must confirm who the enemy is... It turns out that he can't find me... and even be sensitive to that child, Harry Potter!"

"But if he sees out your disguise-" Batty Crouch Jr. said anxiously.

Barty Crouch, or Voldemort, said slowly: "The biggest advantage of my current state... is that I cannot be killed. Perhaps, you still have an old love for your father?"

"No, my master." Batty Crouch, the youngest, knelt at his feet and said devoutly: "I hate him to the core and am ashamed of his name. Master, he imprisoned me for more than ten years and made me live like a dead man, and did not liberate me until his master arrived."

This involves a past event. More than a decade ago, as the war ended, the guilty man was imprisoned in Azkaban, and Barty Crouch Jr. was accused of torturing the Longbottoms and his wife with Bellatrix and others to madly. Crouch Jr. denied it at the trial and begged the father Qi, who served as the judge, to believe him. The evidence was not sufficient at the time because the evidence did not have a deep impression of Crouch Jr. In addition, his father was the judge who presided over the trial, so he had a great hope of escaping the crime.

But unfortunately, Barty Crouch was selfless. He had already seen the flaws in his son's sneaky whereabouts. Combining the vague testimony, he finally confirmed that Crouch Jr. was guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment.

Afterwards, Barty Crouch made a big mistake. He could not refuse his wife's request before her death. At the end of her life, she used compound decoction to exchange her son out of prison and kept controlling her at home with the Soul-Snatching Spell, allowing the house elf to take care of him, intending to let him live his life in a daze.

Until Sirius escaped from Azkaban and wanted to kill Peter, the wormtail, with his determination to exchange for his life, the wormtail was frightened. He disappeared for several months and found Voldemort, and learned about the championship and the silence of Bertha Joggins. They took advantage of the absence of Old Batty Crouch and liberated Crouch. When Old Batty Crouch came back from get off work, he was attacked by his son and the wormtail and controlled it with the Soul-Snatching Spell.

...

Voldemort said in an emotional voice: "What if, what if, I ask you to kill your father with your own hands?"

“I will be very happy to execute your order!”

"No hurry," Voldemort let out a chilling laugh. "Batty Crouch is useful, but he almost got rid of my control in front of the idiot Fudge, almost ruining the big thing. Maybe it was because I was hiding in his heart that was too painful for him, and inadvertently cut the effect of the soul-taking curse."

Barty Crouch Jr. thought: "Will the flaw be seen?"

Voldemort sneered: "There is no evidence, at most it's some temptations, but the championship cannot be separated from him, and things will develop in the direction we expected. The only pity is that I can't maintain this state for too long... It's really inconvenient to lose the worm tail."

"Master, it's all my fault."

"Okay," said Voldemort, "As planned, we will go back to your house first. I need a rest. Then we will go to Mad Eyes Moody. He is not easy to deal with and must set up a trap."

"Master, you finally have a body, I can do it alone... It really doesn't work, let Shanshan..."

"When will the house-elf be able to do things for Voldemort?" Voldemort said gloomyly: "If Barty Crouch is exposed, it doesn't matter, I found his way to end the curtain."

"Owner?"
Chapter completed!