Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 252 Reconciliation between father and son
Barty Jr. was a little bit tongue-in-cheek, but Voldemort found it understandable.

Anyone who has been imprisoned for several years, controlled by the Imperius Curse every day, wearing an invisibility cloak, and having no one to chat with will become speechless.

"Dark Lord, what are your plans for the future?"

Little Barty asked Voldemort while gnawing on the chicken leg.

He seemed to have a great appetite, and Winky was watching the little master who destroyed the chicken legs with a satisfied face.

"Many, but there is one task that only you can complete."

As soon as Voldemort's words fell, Barty Jr. immediately stated: "I promise to complete the task, Dark Lord, what do you need from me?"

Seeing how excited he was, he was in no mood to eat.

"I'll talk about it later, Little Barty, the most important thing for you right now is to eat."

As Voldemort said, he took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. He was waiting for Mr. Crouch.

"Master is back."

Without waiting for Voldemort to watch the time, Winky said suddenly.

Everyone followed her gaze and looked out the window, and they saw the tall and thin Crouch walking towards the castle through the courtyard.

"I think we'd better greet the gentleman."

Voldemort wiped the corner of his mouth, got up and said.

Lucius and Old Turner also stood up, and both took up their wands.

Winky hesitated, and Voldemort smiled at her, then gave her the Imperius Curse.

Afterwards, he led the crowd to the door, and at the moment Mr. Crouch pushed the door open, he used a stun on him.

"Should have used the Killing Curse."

Little Barty complained, and tied his father up as Voldemort ordered.

"Mystery man?"

Mr. Crouch, who was awakened, shouted in surprise.

"Geraint, let him drink this."

Voldemort didn't respond to him, but took out a small bottle and said.

"What are you going to do?"

Crouch asked suspiciously, and tried to avoid it, but Old Nott controlled his mouth.

"Veritaserum, Mr. Crouch, is a small dose and won't hurt the brain."

Voldemort said with a smile, and motioned Barty Jr. to sit beside him.

Crouch was puzzled, but he looked at Barty Jr. with a little worry.

"The drug effect should have occurred."

Voldemort said, "First question, Mr. Crouch, what are you most proud of?"

"My son has passed the twelve Ordinary Wizarding Orders."

After Crouch finished speaking, he stared at his son with wide eyes. This was not what he wanted to say.

In other words, although it was the truth, he didn't want to say it in front of his son.

Voldemort nodded, glanced at the astonished little Barty, and continued: "How many people have you told about little Barty's test scores?"

"Everyone I could see during that time, I didn't bring it up until his mum said it was rude of me to behave like that."

Crouch turned his head away, as if trying to avoid Barty Jr.'s gaze.

"Who proposed to exchange Barty Jr. from Azkaban?" Voldemort asked again.

"my wife."

"Humph."

Little Barty snorted, looking at his expression, he seemed to feel that his father had revealed his true colors.

In his opinion, it was just his father's vanity to be fancy about his grades.

He still remembered that back then, his father didn't praise him for it.

"What role did you play in this matter?" Voldemort asked again.

Crouch pursed his lips, looking like he didn't want to answer the question.

But under the effect of Veritaserum, he didn't hold back for long.

"It was I who suggested this possibility to my wife and supported her proposal."

After he said this, he immediately gritted his teeth fiercely, but it was too late.

Voldemort himself was a little surprised, and Barty Jr. was stunned again.

"Do you love your wife?"

"Love."

"How much love?"

"My whole life belongs to her alone."

Crouch gave Voldemort an angry look, obviously he didn't like the question.

"Since you love her so much, why trade her for little Barty?" asked Voldemort.

"Because she's dying."

"Is there no other reason?"

Crouch struggled, but the rope was tight and there were two wands pointed at him.

He tried to grit his teeth and try to control himself by willpower.

I have to say that he did a good job, but he was quickly conquered by the medicine.

"Because I love my son more, I am willing to give everything for him, and I am even willing to replace him and walk into that damned Azkaban."

Unable to bear it, Crouch simply roared and finished everything, then he glared at Voldemort, "What the hell are you going to do? Damn it, you..."

"To shut up."

Little Barty roared with red eyes, then looked at Voldemort and said, "I want to go to the room to calm down, Dark Lord, I..."

"Go, son, I just want to tell you how much your father loves you."

Voldemort gave him a hug, then pushed him on the back to let him go.

"I won't thank you for that, Mysterious Man." Crouch said through gritted teeth.

"Although the effect of the medicine may have passed, I think you are telling the truth."

Voldemort said, waving his wand.

The rope tied to Crouch's body was immediately released. He looked at Voldemort suspiciously, but then stretched his hands to his waist.

"do not move."

Seeing that Old Nott and Lucius were going to do something, Voldemort stopped them with a voice.

"Mr. Crouch, I did not take your wand to show respect to you, but if you point your wand at me, things will become very troublesome."

Voldemort's calm and restrained words made Crouch hesitate to raise his wand.

"Fine, so we can talk."

Voldemort motioned Lucius and Old Nott back to the couch, and unspelled Winky.

"I'm sorry, Master," she said to Crouch immediately.

But Crouch snorted angrily and said nothing.

"If you don't like her, Mr. Crouch." Voldemort glanced at Winky and said, "You can give her to me."

Crouch was taken aback for a moment, he never expected that Voldemort would say such a thing.

But before he had the thought of abandoning Shining.

Because he felt that there must be something wrong with Winky to let Voldemort find this place.

"I don't think it's necessary." Crouch said coldly.

"If you are willing to hand Winky over to the Dark Lord, I can forgive you for everything you have done to me these years."

Little Barty with red eyes came out at some point, and Mr. Crouch said.

"Hmph, forgive your father? I don't need it."

After Mr. Crouch finished speaking, he looked at Voldemort in disgust, and then looked at Winky, "But Winky made a mistake, and it is true that he can no longer stay in the Crouch family. I would like to exchange it for a powerful mysterious man, and spare my life." Opportunity."

Lucius rolled his eyes at those words.

If you, Crouch, don't say "spare my life" so hard, I, Lucius, will believe you.

Old Nott, on the other hand, picked up an apple and gnawed on it to watch the fun.

"The deal is done."

Voldemort smiled and clapped his hands, looking at Winky.

At this moment she was standing there aggrieved, looking very sad.

"Little Barty will follow me in the future, and you will serve him if you follow me, so can you follow me?"

asked Voldemort, looking at Winky.

"Can I still take care of the little master?" Shining asked in surprise.

"Of course." Voldemort said affirmatively, "You can continue to call him that."

"That's great, thanks to the Dark Lord... I mean, thanks to the Master."

The little guy was so happy that he almost jumped, and Crouch on the side curled his lips angrily.

What's the matter, co-authoring my old Batty is so disliked by you?
(End of this chapter)