Hogwarts Homecoming

Perhaps at this moment, Harry finally understood why people called Voldemort the most evil wizard in history, and why people were so afraid of him that they didn't even dare to mention his name.

Voldemort could have directly taken away Barty Crouch Sr.'s life, but he didn't do that. He wanted to torture his mind, trample on his dignity, and then use a method that was a hundred times crueler than Avada's Kedavra. He took his life to prove to his followers that the famous old Barty Crouch was just a livestock that he could kill and rob, and any wizard who dared to resist him would end up in a miserable state.

And in doing so, the shock effect is indeed outstanding.

The fear that was almost engraved in the souls immediately surged in the hearts of many Death Eaters. For example, Lucius Malfoy, of course, there were many Death Eaters whose excitement and admiration were beyond words.

"Come, my dear father!"

Little Barty took out the wand from his pocket and hit Old Barty on the face, who was put down by Voldemort. The wand rolled to the ground. He licked the corners of his mouth excitedly, showing a cruel and excited smile.

"Come on, let's fight. Oh, this is the first time. Of course, it will be the last time. You know you will die, right? But your death will make me regain my sacrifice. I will finally get rid of your blood. The shame inflicted upon me!”

The Death Eaters roared and moved aside a large area. They all knew that Barty Crouch Jr. was a madman, and they were afraid of being accidentally injured by his magic.

Barty Crouch and his son. Harry looked at them, and even his numb heart felt boundless sadness again.

He had always hoped that his family could be reunited. His parents were not heroes, and he was not the 'Boy Who Lived'. Just like Ron's family, they were just an ordinary wizarding family. While Gwartz's classmates were all marveling at Neville's change, only God knew how much he envied Neville for finding his parents back.

But the father and son in front of him turned against each other, and under Voldemort's instigation, they decided to fight to the death.

Old Barty's expression was a bit strange. It was obvious that when he just woke up, he didn't even look at the Dark Lord but scolded his son with almost hatred.

But now they were about to have a showdown, and Old Barty fell silent. He glanced at the wand on the ground, and his wet hair stained with his own blood blocked the pain in his eyes that was engraved in the bone marrow.

"Oh, God?"

Voldemort said in a funny tone, "You can't do it, Mr. Crouch?"

Amid the roars of laughter from the Death Eaters and his son's humiliated roars, Old Barty tremblingly picked up his wand.

Barty Crouch Sr. can only be described as being at the end of his rope.

Harry knew that this was a battle without any suspense. Barty Crouch Sr. was indeed a powerful wizard. He would not necessarily be inferior to his son, but unfortunately, he was not facing him at all. son.

The first time I met Barty Crouch was on the night of the Quidditch final last year. Cold-blooded, hateful, and powerful were the first images he left on himself, Hermione and Ron, but at that time Barty Crouch is indeed majestic, and his decisions cannot be stopped by all Ministry of Magic officials, including Mr. Weasley.

But now?

Harry looked at old Barty Crouch. The dignified high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic was just an old man in his twilight years, and his back had been ripped apart. Perhaps even Filch, who only dared to yell at Filch in front of the young wizard, looked... He has more backbone than him. His heart has died long ago.

"No!"

Barty Jr. had already raised his wand with a grin, but at this moment, a black shadow howled and flew over from the side, blocking Old Barty Crouch in front of him.

It was Winky who was driven aside by Voldemort earlier.

"No, Master Barty, you can't do this!"

The house elf's thin body protected its old master, its big eyes like tennis balls were full of tears, and its voice was high-pitched and desperate,

"You cannot kill your father, Master Barty, Master, he saved you, he brought you back from Azkaban!"

"Oh, what a...ah, touching scene."

Voldemort turned to look at his Death Eaters and said humorously, and the Death Eaters also laughed in agreement,

"A loyal little elf, willing to die to protect his master."

Voldemort said, his tone turning cold.

"Get away, Winky!"

Maybe it was Harry's imagination, but he thought that this was indeed the first time tonight that he heard a hint of panic in Barty Crouch Jr.'s words.

"Get away from that man, immediately, Winky!" Barty Jr. roared, "If you still want to live!"

"You can't Master!"

In addition to Dobby, Harry saw another elf who resisted his master's orders. The small body was so tragic.

"Oh, what a shame, my dear Barty--"

Voldemort shook his head, his scarlet eyes filled with coldness.

"I still like your elf very much. It has made Lord Voldemort's life very comfortable during these days, so it can enjoy this kind of honor and appear at my resurrection ceremony. But if it insists on preventing that I'm afraid you have to say goodbye to it."

"Despicable coward!"

The panic in Little Barty's words became even stronger. He glared at Old Barty full of hatred.

"Lean on Twinkle to protect you!"

"Go away, Winky--" Old Barty said tiredly, "You can't stop anything."

"No!"

Twinkle seemed to have really broken through some kind of barrier. Unexpectedly, it couldn't be ordered even by Old Batty's orders. It looked at its old master with tearful eyes and hugged his legs tightly.

Old Barty looked at Winky with such sad eyes. Maybe at this moment, he finally saw Winky as a family member, rather than a humble house elf that could be abandoned at any time.

Old Batty bent down, grabbed Shining's arm, and pulled it up. It was hard to imagine that he still had such strength to pull away Shining's slender arms that were tightly tightened. He looked at Shining's arms. Eye,

"I hope you survive. Winky."

"No, Mr. Crouch!" Twinkle sobbed, crying hard, "Twinkle wants"

Shockingly, Barty Sr., who had been cold all his life, suddenly smiled at Winky. Under the astonished gazes of everyone, including Barty Crouch Jr., he suddenly hugged Winky and touched Winky's big ears. He whispered something, and when Winky froze in surprise, he threw Winky out, rolled around on the ground several times, and bumped into the cauldron where the potion had been boiled.

This scene made Barty Crouch Jr. stunned. Before he could recover, his father suddenly yelled and immediately raised his wand.

Despicable coward!

Little Barty cursed in his heart. He thought his father was planning an unexpected attack. He immediately prepared to dodge and raised his wand, but--

A bright silver cursed light penetrated the darkness, and a dazzling light exploded in mid-air!

Boom--

Old Barty fell to the ground, his throat was pierced by his own magic, blood gurgled out of the hole in his neck like a spring, his body spasmed and curled up like a catfish on the chopping board, and his sad eyes looked at his son.

What a long silence.

"Why!"

Barty Crouch Jr. roared crazily. He rushed to Barty Sr. and looked at the man who had brought him endless pain and shame.

"Why do you do this? Get up!"

Little Barty's voice trembled,

"Get up and fight me, you coward, how dare you, cut out your heart and gouge out your bones!"

The Cruciatus Curse fell on Old Barty, but it no longer had any effect. Old Barty's pain did not intensify. He looked at the son who had made him extremely proud a long time ago, and showed a gentle smile, and his blood flowed. Before doing it, he said,

"You can't kill your own daddy, Buddy." (End of Chapter)