Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 732 Integrity

The vines filled with green shimmer pierced the air and let out a sharp scream, piercing Barty Crouch Sr.'s head like a steel bar. This sudden change even shocked Barty Crouch Sr. He originally thought This woman who had no sincerity towards the Dark Lord wanted to assassinate his master, but she didn't expect that she would actually kill his father who had brought him so much humiliation.

Voldemort also did not expect this scene, but he did not want Old Barty to die now. The tip of his staff trembled slightly, and a green light exuding a disgusting aura flew out of the air, before the vines pierced Old Barty's head. , hit Teng Jian first!

Snapped!

Even though it was just a broken body, Voldemort's Death Curse should not be underestimated. The moment the Death Curse, which contained a strong aura of death, hit the vines, the evil magic eroded the breath of life in the vines.

The green vines, starting from the tips of the vines and ending at the roots produced by Vitiya, turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then turned into embers and fell on the table.

Voldemort's magic failed, thick white mushroom soup seeped out of old Barty's mouth and nose, and his body stopped twitching. And Vitiya looked at the embers slowly falling to the ground, her eyes passing by the small black stick in her palm, her expression showing silence. If...she had the real wand in her hand——

However, she did not continue to take action, her goal had been achieved.

In the warm room, the air was as solemn as if it was frozen.

"Miss Cliona--"

For the first time tonight, Voldemort looked at Vitia with undisguised murderous intent. He said lightly,

"Maybe you should have an explanation for your behavior-"

Little Barty glared at Vitiya fiercely, as if he wanted to take action directly. However, the punishment he had just received for making his own decisions made him restrain himself a little. However, the veins on his forehead were still bulging and his body was tense. As long as the master gives a hint, he will immediately pounce on this woman to fight to the death, even if this is a powerful witch who once survived in the hands of Amosta Brain!

"He looks disgusting-"

The coldness between her eyebrows diluted the softness of Vitiya's facial features. After a moment of silence, she said coldly,

"I lost my appetite for food."

Nasty appetite?

Voldemort's eyelids covered with red scars raised, and shock flashed across his scarlet eyes. Obviously, Vitia Cliona's would be something he had not expected. He thought that this woman's behavior was due to her innocence. of kindness and sickening compassion.

Barty Crouch's cloudy pupils suddenly vibrated. He stared at Vitia Cliona. He looked at this woman's silence, and suddenly he understood something!

Vitya Cliona-disguised as Alastor Moody and became the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?

Under the noses of Amosta Braine and Albus Dumbledore?

Not exposed? !

Knowing that he was bound to die, the difference between early death and late death suddenly emerged in Old Barty's heart. It was hard to say whether this power came from hatred or hope. It actually supported Old Barty Crouch to take action!

Under the astonished gazes of the remaining three people in the room, Old Batty's almost disabled arms dragged his palms and pressed them on the table. Veins popped up on his forehead, and a strong light burst out from his briefly clear eyes. He slowly, Little by little, he supported his body with his palms and stood upright. Then, he turned his head, and his rusty joints made a creaking sound. Finally, he finally faced Voldemort head-on!

Old Batty's movements affected his whole body. Every festering wound on his body was bleeding. His whole body looked like a bloody man, but he still stood there. It was hard to imagine how much he was enduring at this time. pain of.

Old Batty was lying on the table with his upper body lying on the table, supporting his head on his chin. He had lost the ability to move and could not move, but he still saw the woman across the table and gasped hoarsely, 'Uh-uh--'.

Maybe old Barty, who has been controlled by the Imperius Curse for a long time, has developed a little resistance. Maybe it's Barty Crouch's admirable willpower. In short, after all the torment just now, there is only one left. Old Batty, who was not dead at all, unexpectedly regained some consciousness.

Voldemort also noticed Old Barty's hatred. He seemed to find this very interesting and continued with a chuckle,

"By the way, Mr. Director, Miss Cliona is currently serving as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts under the identity of Alastor Moody. She is, oh, I think there is no harm in telling you. , Miss Cliona is working hard for the complete resurrection of Voldemort--"

"Oh, you recognized her—"

"Oh, hehe, that's right - that's right, yes, I'm sorry, Miss Cliona, I didn't think carefully -"

"--Yes, that's right, Crouch, this is Miss Vitia Cliona. Do you recognize her? I shouldn't ask this. You will definitely not forget her, right? It was she who rescued my loyal servant from your persecution--"

Uh-huh——

Even though he was on the verge of death, Old Barty's eyes were still full of unforgettable hatred as he stared at Vitiya.

Voldemort laughed sharply, his laughter full of joy,

Voldemort expressed a certain degree of surprise that Old Barty could regain his sanity, but the surprise was at best like seeing a dog with its legs broken still staggering to its feet by its willpower.

"Indeed, it's very off-putting, then--"

Old Barty didn't look at the frightened one next to Voldemort at all, the beast he gave birth to. His eyes were only engraved with Voldemort's ugly body. He looked directly at the Dark Lord himself, without a trace of fear in his eyes.

Ho, ho, ho——

Old Barty could no longer speak, but he still tried his best to laugh hoarsely, and faced Voldemort with a mocking expression.

For a moment, Voldemort's snake eyes glowed red, and his hand on the table had already clenched the wand. However, in the end, he overcame the tempting impulse. "You are seeking death, right, Mr. Director——"

Voldemort said softly,

"You want to avoid torture, so try to anger the great Dark Lord. Oh, I won't be fooled. I mean, I'll make your death more worthwhile, Mr. Director, and now!"

The Dark Lord turned to look at Barty Crouch Jr.

"I think our director needs to repent more deeply for his foolish actions."

Old Barty was roughly dragged away by his son. Behind the closed door, he quickly remembered the breathless whining and the elf's crying and pleading.

"The unpleasant rubbish has been cleared away, Miss Cliona--"

Voldemort looked at Vitia and said with a smile,

"I think by now, you should have some appetite. Come on, Miss Cliona, please use some. This is a family dinner after all."

Vitiya sat down and finally picked up the silver fork.

"Oh, since I have already mentioned Hogwarts, please forgive me for talking too much, Miss Cliona -" Voldemort looked into Vitia's eyes and said in a polite tone, "Is our plan going well?"

Voldemort asked him to come here tonight because of this problem.

"We signed the covenant under the witness of the twin snake staffs, Mr. Voldemort——"

Vitiya said unmoved,

"You should trust your allies."

After staring deeply into those green eyes for a long time, Voldemort finally nodded with satisfaction.

The sky above the wilderness is still unclear, making it difficult to distinguish between day and night.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Vitiya did not put on her hood immediately, but quietly stared at the sky.

The howling cold wind in the wilderness blew through her hair, and the wild strands of hair whipped her pale cheeks like whips. Her clear and pure eyes were filled with boundless confusion at this time.

Amosta Brain's face with a gentle smile suddenly jumped into her mind, and those penetrating lavender eyes seemed to be looking directly into her soul.

Where should everything go?

Vitiya lowered her head and revealed that a drop of clear tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, condensed into ice beads in mid-air, and disappeared into the soft snowflakes.

(End of this chapter)