Hogwart’s Bloodline Wizard

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Ivan looked at Crouch who was kicked to the ground with a pitying look, adjusted his messed up clothes, and spoke.

“Don’t be so excited, Mr. Crouch, no one has invaded your brain. I just made some reasonable guesses based on intelligence… That’s it!”

“But I guess I guessed it right, didn’t I?” Ivan half true half false said.

Legilimens is not a good word, no one would like a guy who can read his memory at any time.

Crouch slumped down on the ground, silent for a long time.

Moody next to him couldn’t help it anymore, and said very annoyed. “Ivan, what the hell are you playing? Who is the person Stinchcombe is looking for? Why did that person put Harry’s name in Goblet of Fire again?”

“What’s the use of you asking me? I just guessed that’s all!” Ivan shook the head.

Moody didn’t believe a word, but there was nothing he could do with Ivan. He only turned his attention to Stinchcombe-Crouch, gloomy said sinkingly.

“You better tell me honestly, Stinchcombe, you should know that I have always had no patience! Or do you prefer me to feed you Veritaserum?”

Crouch motionless, seems to intend to be so passive to the end.

Moody sneered. He rummaged through the pockets of the wizard’s robe and took out a small bottle of transparent potion, which he was about to pour Crouch down.

“Don’t do this, Professor Moody!” Ivan pressed Moody’s hand, handed him a don’t be impatient expression, and then said to Stinchcombe-Crouch.

“Mr. Crouch, I have heard many people talk about your deeds.

They told me that you are an upright and serious person. When you were the executive director, you have been committed to fighting against you know who and his Death Eater Legion. There have been countless dark wizards tried, and even for justice Your child is locked in Azkaban! “

Crouch’s expression was slightly moved, and a look of shame appeared on his face, but Ivan’s words continued.

“I don’t know what you are hiding from us, but you should know that the person you are looking for is plotting a very dangerous thing. He infiltrates in and puts Harry’s name in the Goblet of In Fire, the intention is to put Harry to death!”

Ivan’s tone became louder, and he stared into Crouch’s eyes, questioning. “We all know that his purpose is more than that. Do you really want to keep hiding it? Professor Dumbledore once said that you are the most trustworthy person in the Ministry of Magic. I hope you can be worthy of his evaluation and make no mistake. Go down… Mr. Crouch!”

Ivan’s words hit Crouch’s heart like Hong Zhong, he closed his eyes in pain, and was silent for a long time before speaking quietly.

“Sorry, he saw the wrong person! I’m not that noble…”

“But you are right, Wrahles, at least I can’t go on wrong…” Crouch stood up hard with the blanket, and was no longer as decadent as before, regaining some spirit.

Ivan laughed, waved Wand casually and recruited some chairs, indicating that everyone could sit down and talk slowly.

“Can you show me that note again?” Crouch didn’t rush to take his seat, looked towards Moody, and asked.

Moody had no objection, of course, and took out the note with Harry on it again and handed it to Crouch.

Crouch reached out and took it, stroking the writing on it, and said in memory. “This is the handwriting of my son Barty Jr., I know him well, it’s impossible to make a mistake!”

“Wait…your son?” Moody looked surprised, as if he had seen a ghost. “If I remember correctly, didn’t he die in Azkaban more than ten years ago? How many? Auror also witnessed his body being buried.”

“Or, that corpse is not your son at all. Did you find a way to replace it?” Moody thought of this very quickly.

“Yes, I let my dying wife drink Polyjuice Potion and become Barty Jr., deceiving Auror and dementor…” Crouch explained painfully.

“No wonder, at the time of the trial, I thought you were really so unselfish. Didn’t expect you to plan first at first, and put your attention on your dying wife, intending to use her to restore your reputation With my son!” Moody said with a cold laugh, pulling Crouch by the collar, wishing to punch him directly.

“Calm down, Professor Moody, we should listen to Mr. Crouch first!” Ivan hurriedly rounded the field, lest they fight on the spot.

He who has seen original work is very clear that Crouch is indeed a selfless person, and the trial of Barty Jr. is also based on the process, not at all what selfishness.

It’s just that, in the end, it’s not enough to meet his wife’s pleading-after all, to rescue Barty Jr. That is his last wish for his dying wife!

Ivan looked towards Crouch and his gaze became more and more look of pity. He did countless good things in his life, and he was enthusiastic about the cause of anti-Dark Lord, but he made a big mistake with his relentless heart. Enough for him to accumulate a half-life of fame!

Under Moody’s reprimand, Crouch had an expression of repentance. He didn’t mean to explain at all, let alone throw the blame on his wife.

After all, no matter what the process is, it is he who made this decision in the end.

Wrong is wrong!

Crouch sighed deeply, skipped this topic, and began to tell how he brought Barty Jr. back home, released Imperius Curse to him, and ordered house elf to supervise Barty Jr.’s every move.

“I have always been very careful. I thought this secret could be kept hidden, but was discovered by someone who didn’t expect…” At this point, Crouch’s face became very depressed, and he did not speak again for a while .

“Is this witch named Bertha Jorkins?” Ivan continued for him, took the Daily Prophet on the table, turned to one of the pages, and threw it in front of the two.

Moody leaned forward and took a look. The back of this Daily Prophet recorded news about the disappearance of a witch from the International Exchange and Cooperation Department. After thinking about it for a while, he immediately understood the information contained therein.

“Stinchcombe, did you kill her? Because she discovered your secret?” Moody glared at Crouch angrily.

“No, I didn’t kill her. I just used a powerful Obliviate on her. I don’t know where she went or how she disappeared.” Crouch hurriedly shook the head and explained.

“Who knows if what you said is true…” Moody said sarcastically. He never believed any prisoner’s words, even if the person in front of him was his former boss.