Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Chapter 638: I just made some reasonable guesses based on intelligence

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

"Don't be so excited, Mr. Crouch, no one has invaded your brain. I just made some reasonable guesses based on intelligence... nothing more!"

"But I guess I was right, didn't I?" Ivan said half-truth.

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

Crouch sat down on the ground depressed, and was silent for a long time.

Moody next to him couldn't help it anymore, and said very annoyed. "Ivan, what the **** are you playing? Who is Batty looking for? Why did that person throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire again?"

"What's the use of you asking me? I just guessed!" Ivan shook his head.

Moody didn't believe a word, but he couldn't do anything about Ivan, so he turned his gaze to Barty Crouch and said gloomily.

"You better tell me honestly, Barty, you should know that I have never had much patience! Or do you prefer me to give you Veritaserum?"

Crouch remained motionless, as if intending to be so passive to the end.

Moody sneered. He rummaged through the pockets of the wizard's robe, took out a small bottle of transparent potion, and was about to pour Crouch into it.

"Don't do this, Professor Moody!" Ivan pressed Moody's hand, gave him a look of peace and tranquility, and then said to Barty 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 served as the executive director, you have been dedicated to fighting the mysterious man and his Death Eater army. There have been countless black wizards tried, and even your own children have been tried for justice. Locked into Azkaban! "

Crouch's expression changed a little, 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 want to find is planning a very dangerous thing. He sneaked in and put Harry's name in the goblet of fire. Intent to kill Harry!"

Ivan's tone became higher and higher, and he stared into Crouch's eyes and asked. "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. I hope you can be worthy of his evaluation. Wrong... 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.

"I'm sorry, he saw the wrong person! I'm not that noble..."

"But you're right, Hals, at least I can't go on wrong..." Crouch stood up hard with the blanket, and was no longer as decadent as before, and regained some spirit.

Ivan smiled, waved his magic wand and moved a few chairs, indicating that everyone could sit down and speak slowly.

"Can you show me that note again?" Crouch didn't rush to take a seat, looked at Moody, and asked.

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

Crouch reached out to take it, stroked the handwriting on it, and said in remembrance. "This is the handwriting of my son Barty Jr. I am familiar with him. I can never 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? Several Aurors also witnessed his body being buried."

"Or, that corpse is not your son at all, did you find a way to replace it?" Moody's thought of this soon.

"Yes, I asked my dying wife to drink the compound decoction and become Barty little, deceiving the Auror and the Dementors..." Crouch explained painfully.

"No wonder, at the time of the trial, I thought you were really so unselfish. I didn't expect that you planned it from the beginning to hit your dying wife with your attention, intending to use her to redeem your reputation and son!" Mu Di sneered and said, grabbing Crouch by the collar, wishing to punch him directly.

"Calm down, Professor Moody, we should first listen to Mr. Crouch to finish!" Ivan hurriedly rounded the game, lest they fight on the spot.

After reading the original book, he is very clear that Crouch is indeed an unselfish person, and the trial of Barty Jr. follows the process, and there is no selfishness.

It's just that in the end it still can't match his wife's bitter pleading-after all, saving Batty is the last wish of his dying wife!

Ivan looked at Crouch's gaze more and more compassionate. He did countless good things in his life, and he was enthusiastic about the cause of anti-dark devil, but he made a big mistake when he relented for a while, this wrong thing. It is enough to make him accumulate a half-life of fame!

Under Moody's reprimand, Crouch had a penitent look on his face. 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 Batty back home, released the Imperius Curse on him, and ordered the house elf Shining to supervise Batty's every move. A move.

"I have always been very careful. thought that this secret could be kept hidden, but it was discovered by someone..." At this point, Crouch's face became very gloomy for a while. Did not speak again.

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

Moody leaned forward and took a look. The back of the Daily Prophet recorded the news of the disappearance of a witch from the International Exchange and Cooperation Department. After a little thought, he immediately understood the information contained therein.

"Barty, did you kill her? Just because she discovered your secret?" Moody glared at Crouch angrily.

"No, I didn't kill her, I just cast a powerful oblivion spell on her, and then I don't know where she went or how she disappeared." Crouch shook his head quickly 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.

(End of this chapter)