Hogwarts Homecoming

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The strong smell of blood made Nagini unable to bear it any longer. Without Voldemort's instructions, its body sprang out like lightning, then climbed up a spruce thirty feet away and found Karkaroff hanging on the top of the tree. Behind the lower body, he opened his fishy mouth full of sharp fangs and swallowed the half of the corpse into his belly.

Such a cruel scene even the ruthless Death Eaters were unable to withstand. They stepped back a little and huddled uneasily, fearing that they would also become food for this beast.

Voldemort, on the other hand, found this scene very interesting. He chuckled softly and opened his slit-like nostrils.

"Oh, my dear Nagini, you are hungry, aren't you? Just wait, there will be something more delicious, then."

Voldemort's voice became sinister, and his terrifying red eyes finally fell on the shining, pale and dead old Barty Crouch.

"Let me come, Master, I can do it alone!"

Little Barty immediately understood what Voldemort meant. He looked threateningly at the Death Eaters who had just attacked Karkaroff, and whimpered in a low and threatening voice at them.

Madman, absolutely madman!

Lucius's face was covered in cold sweat under his hood, but he felt a bit of sadness in his heart.

The Crouch family and the Malfoy family are both holy and pure blood. Unlike the Malfoy family, the Crouch family has been deeply involved in the Ministry of Magic for centuries. Even among all the families with ancient bloodlines, the Crouch family has great power. It is also one of the best. But today, the Crouch family is coming to an end, with father and son killing each other.

But they initially followed the Dark Lord because the Dark Lord promised to lead them to restore the glory of the pure-blood wizard family.

"Oh, of course, Barty, this is your moment of glory and no one will take it away from you, but I think"

Voldemort smiled cruelly,

"High-ranking officials in the Ministry of Magic should have some privileges, such as dying in a duel, so come on!"

Voldemort suddenly raised his voice. He quickly approached Old Barty and gently moved his wand. Winky, who was lying on Old Barty trying to protect his old master, was thrown aside and fell to the ground hard.

Old Barty was pulled up from the ground and floated in mid-air, while Voldemort's wand spurted out a stream of light. It was not intended to kill him.

A ray of light quickly traveled throughout Old Batty's body, causing his collapsed sternum, bent arms, and shattered leg bones to be quickly repaired, including the criss-crossing blood marks on his body surface that were also healed under the touch of the light. After a while, old Batty looked intact.

Taking a sudden breath, Old Barty's closed eyes opened. He knew everything that happened. Although he couldn't control his body in a coma, his consciousness was not lost. He heard what happened here.

"The evil offspring I gave birth to!"

Old Barty did not look at the Dark Lord. His eyes were red and his pale lips were trembling. He stared at the beast opposite him who wanted to rush up and tear him apart immediately. His heart ached like a knife.

"The biggest mistake I've ever made in my life!"

"Father!"

Little Barty smiled evilly,

"My disappointing father. Were you not the one who brought me out of Azkaban?"

Old Batty's clenched teeth were bleeding, but he was speechless.

"Old Barty, ah. A formidable senior official of the Ministry of Magic. His reputation for being tough and ruthless in dealing with evil, and never shrinking in the face of darkness is widely spread in the magical world. Oh, my friends, but you see"

Voldemort faced his Death Eaters, using a humorous tone, as if introducing an exhibit,

"But he personally released Voldemort's Death Eaters and illegally imprisoned him at home for thirteen years. Oh, I want to express my gratitude to you, old Barty, for your hypocrisy. You provided powerful support on the road to Voldemort's resurrection. help."

Many Death Eaters laughed and looked at Old Barty with playful eyes.

The embarrassment expected by Voldemort did not appear on Barty Crouch Sr.'s face. Harry looked at Barty Sr. like an outsider. Because of his attitude towards Winky, Harry disliked Barty Sr. just like Hermione. But now he sympathized with him for giving birth to such a beast, and he also had a little admiration for him.

He did not beg for mercy to save his life like Karkaroff did. Facing the evil dark wizard in history, whose name has become taboo in the magical world, Old Barty glared at Voldemort fiercely,

"It won't be like last time, Voldemort!"

"How dare you call the master by his first name, you..."

Little Barty immediately jumped up and raised his wand to 'judge' his father.

"Wait!" Voldemort said coldly, "It won't be like last time. What do you mean?"

"Dumbledore will stop you!"

"Oh, Dumbledore, you're counting on that old fool?"

Voldemort smiled;

"I took Harry Potter, right under his nose! Oh, I'm looking forward to his expression when he sees Harry Potter's body, and"

Voldemort glanced at the three corpses on the ground.

"With these students I'm afraid he will lose his position as Headmaster of Hogwarts."

But old Barty didn't seem to hear Voldemort's words. He gritted his teeth and said raggedly,

"And Blaine, there is absolutely no way you can fight against Dumbledore and Blaine at the same time!"

Some Death Eaters made some strange movements, seeming to agree with Barty Crouch's words. Voldemort laughed in amusement,

"Amosta Brain, I understand. It turns out that you have this ridiculous idea. You think that the most powerful dark wizard in history can't fight against an old fool and a young boy. It's really interesting. Maybe Quidditch The duel that took place on the night of the final gave you some misunderstandings, but wait and see I will soon prove that this kind of thinking is proof of ignorance, and Voldemort's power is unmatched. Now!"

Voldemort looked at his Death Eaters fiercely,

"Take off your cloak and let our impartial judge take a look!"

No Death Eater dared to resist Voldemort's order. Even if they were reluctant, they still showed their faces slowly. Harry opened his eyes wide and remembered the faces of these people in his mind. He would wait for these people in hell. !

Almost everyone is an important figure in the British magical world, and their words and deeds can cause turmoil in the magical world.

However, these people now kneel behind Voldemort and become his accomplices in carrying out his tyranny.

"Look at them!"

Although he said that he would not worry about Dumbledore and Brian joining forces, Voldemort still seemed to be irritated. He grabbed Malfoy by the collar and pulled him staggering.

"Look at these guys Barty Crouch!"

Voldemort smiled sarcastically,

"Barty Crouch, who prides himself on being righteous, I think you must have attended cocktail parties with Voldemort's subordinates. How many have you tried?"

This was indeed a great insult to old Barty. His nails dug into his flesh, and he glared angrily and hatefully at these thugs who used wealth and power to disguise themselves. He should send them to hell. However, he understood what Voldemort wanted to do. Tell him something and admit it in your heart--

He was not a noble man like Albus Dumbledore.

Old Barty Crouch was finally stung in the eyes. He could ignore the torture, but he couldn't stand the torture in his heart - he was not a qualified husband, a qualified father, nor a qualified official he hoped to be.

He didn't bother to refute people's evaluations of him, but until this moment, Barty Crouch Sr. faced his heart, and he had to admit that he was just an unprincipled Ministry of Magic official who was drunk on power.

"Come, my dear Barty!"

Seeing the regret and remorse on old Barty's old face, Voldemort smiled proudly. He looked at his most loyal believer,

"Return the wand to your father, and then, just like me, wash away the shame on yourself with your own hands. You will become Voldemort's most trusted Death Eater!"