Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 731 Old Batty’s situation

In the unknown underground secret room, the room is as warm as spring. Under the light of the awkwardly shaped candlesticks, the neatly stacked plates on the dining table emit attractive colors and aromas. It seems to be very warm. It was a strange scene, but Vitiya's heart was filled with a bone-chilling chill.

She had spent some time with Voldemort in the Albanian forest, and she knew very well that the Dark Lord, who was feared to the bone by wizards in the wizarding world, was already so evil that he was no longer a human monster.

She witnessed Voldemort's interrogation of Bertha Jorkins with her own eyes, and experienced his cruel methods and lack of respect for life at close range. In Barty Crouch Jr., she also witnessed Voldemort's terrifying side. one side.

"I will dress you, Master--"

A humble house elf is not qualified to feed the Dark Lord. During these days, the person responsible for this task is Barty Crouch Jr., who is half-kneeling next to Voldemort's chair, using gentle and feminine movements. Tie a napkin for Voldemort, his bloodless face glowing with glory, like the most devout believer.

And this twisted piety combined with Barty Crouch Jr.'s slightly bulging eyeballs profoundly explains what madness is!

"Oh, thanks to you. What will Barty do without you these days?"

Voldemort smiled and looked at Barty Crouch Jr., who was moved by his praise and cried bitterly on his arm. There was no trace of friendship in his cold eyes.

"Thanks to your meticulous care during this period, I...ah, I think I have recovered well. During this short reunion, I hope to be able to do it by myself-"

Voldemort lazily pushed away Barty's head, and pinched the silver fork on the dinner plate with his long and thin fingers like an elf.

"Go, Barty, sit across from Miss Cliona, let us. Oh, since today is the day of reunion, Lord Voldemort is not stingy about giving some special favors--"

The monster beside her smiled in a contagious manner, which made Vitia raise her eyebrows. She could feel that Voldemort was indeed stronger than before.

Little Barty brought his father here. He grabbed old Barty by the collar behind his neck and dragged him over like a piece of garbage. When the door opened, Vitia heard the house elf crying behind the door, begging for help in a low voice. Barty treats his father gently.

"Let me kill him, Master!"

Barty Crouch Jr. clenched his pale white teeth, and there was even blood flowing between his teeth. He seemed to have been humiliated and howled crazily, "I beg you, Master, let me end this shame. Just like you did back then!”

"Oh, Barty--" Voldemort waved his arm, "He is not a bastard, Barty, he is your father. Don't avoid this. You should face this humiliation like me. Oh, Director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation. Sir, a pure blood of the Crouch family, Lord Voldemort is willing to give him some dignity."

Even little Barty was extremely surprised by Voldemort's unexpected order. He jumped up from the ground, his slightly bulging eyes now bulging, "How can that despicable bastard have the honor to sit with you?" On the table, master, with your permission, I will go now--"

"Barty--"

"Look, could you please invite the guest in the next room to come to the banquet? He is also a family member, right?"

"Oh, Barty, haven't we already discussed your father's treatment? You will receive this honor, but now-"

Voldemort turned his head and looked at Barty Jr.

"He doesn't deserve it, Master, he doesn't deserve it!"

Voldemort's voice was a little colder, and a terrible malice lingering around him made little Barty tremble, just like Twinkle just here,

"Let's invite your father to our party first, Barty, what do you think--"

Ever since old Barty fell into their hands before the start of this semester, Vitia knew that the end of this senior official of the Ministry of Magic was decided. However, when she saw old Barty, she couldn't help but feel sad in her heart.

boom!

Under Voldemort's interested gaze, Barty Jr. violently pulled his father to the opposite side of Vitia Cliona. This once iron-blooded high-ranking official was no longer in shape, as if his backbone had been ripped out. , like a damp rag, with the upper body spread out on the table.

Old Barty Crouch's whole body was soaked with blood, his hair was sticky with blood, and his cheeks were covered with scars. These scars left by repeated incisions and healing were all over Old Barty Crouch's face. A mark as ferocious as a centipede was left on his face. In a quick glance, Vitiya saw that a large piece of flesh and blood on Old Batty's right arm was completely missing. The scars were visible to the bone. The flesh and blood near the wound had rotted and produced pus. In addition, she also saw that the upper part of Old Batty's legs There are several holes, and while these holes emit a fishy smell, they also trickle out black blood.

This man should have died, but he was barely alive because the evil wizard's black magic maintained the body's most basic energy and deprived him of his mind!

With unforgettable hatred in his eyes, little Barty played with his father's body like a rag doll to ensure that his father could follow the orders of the great Dark Lord and stay at the table.

"Come on, let's dine, now--"

From Voldemort's shrill voice, Vitiya could fully imagine how excited the devil was now.

She didn't touch anything here at all. Regardless of whether they were poisonous or not, Vitiya didn't want to touch them. Only a madman could still eat with relish when there was a body that was about to completely rot next to him.

But her gesture caused Voldemort's snake eyes to glow red again.

"What's going on, Mr. Crouch, didn't you hear me say 'dinner'?" Voldemort smiled coldly. He put down the spoon and looked at the motionless mass of flesh and blood at the lower part of Barty's head. explain,

"Or do you think that Voldemort's new home is a bit shabby? Oh, maybe I should teach you some etiquette as a guest——"

"Let me come, Master!"

Barty, who was focusing on Voldemort, realized something, and he immediately jumped up excitedly. However, his behavior was obviously a little too much. Before Voldemort could deal with his father, a cursed light hit him first. On the chest.

"Owner!"

Barty Crouch Jr. immediately arrived. His bloodless cheeks were instantly covered with sweat. His whole body was curled up like a scalded lobster, and his thin body was trembling.

"Master - I, please forgive me -"

"I hope you'll remember this lesson, Barty--"

Voldemort said lazily. He waved his wand to lift the Cruciatus Curse from Barty Crouch Jr., and then tapped the mushroom soup bowl in front of him with his wand.

Immediately, the thick soup in the soup bowl began to boil, and the rolling thick soup suddenly expanded dozens of times. The thick soup flowed in the air and quickly floated towards Old Barty. Under Voldemort's cruel and cheerful eyes, the thick soup It poured crazily from the mouth and nose of the dull-eyed old Batty!

Under this extreme pain, Old Barty's body, whose sanity had been basically destroyed, began to spasm uncontrollably, like a catfish falling into a frying pan, with his upper body hitting the dining table heavily.

"enough!"

Vitiya's face was frosty and she couldn't bear to look any further. She stood up suddenly, ignoring Little Barty's wand. Her emerald green hair was blowing in the wind, her emerald green pupils, and the center of her pupils simultaneously emitted emerald green light. Light,

Snapped--

Vitiya slapped her face on the dining table. This was not a deterrent. Where her palm came into contact with the dining table, magic energy full of vitality poured into the dead wood crazily, and the dead wood was about to spring. A green bud rose up from the table, and in just one breath, it grew into a thick vine more than ten feet long!

Barty Crouch Jr. immediately dodged to Voldemort's side, pointing his wand directly at Vitia. Even Voldemort couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly.

Sa!

The thick vines cut through the air and roared fiercely, but the thick vines were not directed at Voldemort and Barty Jr., but directly at Barty Crouch Sr. spread out on the table!

(End of this chapter)