Hogwarts: I am Voldemort.

Chapter 253 Seeking common ground while reserving differences
A person's character depends on the details.

When Barty Crouch got out of prison and settled the dispute, the first thing he did was to organize his clothes.

His movements are rigorous, from collar to cuffs, from hairstyle to trousers, without missing a single bit.

After he finished all this, he seemed to enter the rhythm he was used to.

He sat down, in the center of his sofa.

"I'm curious, Mr. Mysterious Man."

He lowered his voice, as if this was the only way to be worthy of his meticulous temperament and his status as the master of the Crouch family castle.

"Why didn't you sit in this main position? As far as I know, you have always been very strong."

"Because I choose to respect you, Mr. Crouch."

With his elbows on the sofa, Voldemort leaned forward slightly, "When I go to a place, I usually choose to respect the owner there. This has nothing to do with anything else, it's just a gesture of politeness."

"Then how are you going to deal with me?"

Crouch asked loudly, and glanced at his son, "Take my child away from me? Kill me and prevent me from reporting anything about you to Fudge? Or imprison me?"

Voldemort turned his head and glanced at Little Crowe, who frowned in a strange expression of disgust.

"Look at what your father said?"

His voice was full of sarcasm, and then he turned his head to look at Crouch, and said in a deep voice, "You actually proposed that I kill his father in front of my most loyal and brave child, this is what a person can say Is it?"

Crouch squirmed uneasily, which made his tie slightly out of shape.

"Or do you have a better proposal?" Crouch asked.

"Actually, we have no choice."

Voldemort stood up and rubbed the head of little Barty who insisted on standing behind him.

"We are implicated because of him, and we are opposed because of our different beliefs. It seems that there are many choices between us, it just seems."

"I don't mind breaking with him, Dark Lord."

Little Barty stood up and spoke, and bowed slightly to Voldemort.

Crouch stared at his son angrily, but unfortunately he didn't even look at himself.

A cavity of anger, nowhere to vent, or in his own home.

Mr. Crouch was surprisingly angry and aggrieved.

"I don't allow you to say such stupid things again, Barty Jr. If he is an irresponsible father who has abandoned you or abused you, I support you in doing so, but he didn't."

Voldemort looked at Barty Jr. with accusation in his eyes.

"He is strict with self-interest, caring for his family, and showing off for your achievements, but he dares not let you see a trace of complacency, just because he wants you to be a better one."

"Snapped."

Voldemort's slap landed on Barty Jr.'s shoulder.

"My silly boy, what blinded your eyes?"

Little Barty twisted his body nervously, the movement was exactly the same as Crouch just now.

"Look, even your small movements are exactly the same."

Pointing this out, Voldemort said, "Son, not all people love in the same way, and it's not that those who love you in different ways are unworthy of your love, feeling, and hugging."

He patted Barty Jr. on the shoulder twice again, and he stopped expressing any further opinions on this topic.

The Dark Lord is not a family mediator, a few words are enough, more is meaningless.

"We all value him and that's something we have to stick to."

Voldemort sat down close to Crouch, "And I admire you, even though you have publicly cursed me."

Crouch moved aside, looking as if to move away from Voldemort.

"What you did was wrong and evil," he said.

"I admit."

Voldemort stood up again, and the wizard robe made a "whoosh".

"I have been infinitely close to death for this. I have been wandering in the Black Forest for ten years. I have lost my body and part of my loyal friends. This is fate's punishment for me, but..."

When Voldemort turned his head to look at Crouch again, his eyes were already filled with ferocity.

"There are still people blaming me and refusing to forgive me, but I want to say that those people are courting death."

The sound of "da da da" sounded, and everyone turned their heads to look, it was Shining.

She was so frightened that her teeth chattered in the corner, which made everyone who swallowed a mouthful of spit together walk out of the heavy fear created by Voldemort.

"I do not care."

Voldemort looked away from Winky.

"I don't care about those who hate me, I don't care about those who hate me, and I don't care about those who are secretly running around."

"The person I care about is Barty Crouch, he's your son, the person I care about is Bellatrix Lestrange, she's in Azkaban, I need them to live enough OK, but it will take time."

"I'm going to be patient, I'm going to suppress my anger, I'm going to wave my wand less often."

His voice lowered, and he stared at Crouch.

The spacious hall was silent, everyone was waiting, waiting for the Dark Lord to erupt.

"Because I'm so afraid that I can't help it and kill you damn idiots."

Voldemort roared and drew out his staff, a green light shot at Crouch.

"what."

Crouch, who was hit by the Cruciatus Curse, yelled in pain, his whole body twisted in the center of his castle sofa.

There, it belongs to the owner of the castle.

"Whoosh."

The green light disappeared, and Voldemort was relieved.

"Now we can talk, Mr. Crouch, but first of all, please remember, don't talk to me in that yin and yang way, talk about things if you have something to do, and if you want to take a spell if you have nothing to do, please speak up."

Voldemort sat down in the chair again, still leaning on the armrest with one hand.

It's like nothing happened just now.

Lucius swallowed nervously, he felt that although the Dark Lord had changed, he hadn't changed.

Old Nott, on the other hand, watched everything like a joke, his eyes full of excitement.

This was the Dark Lord he was familiar with.

Powerful, sane, evil.

To become his enemy, one must be prepared to be destroyed both mentally and physically by him.

"You... what exactly do you want?"

Crouch got up tremblingly, finally, he didn't arrange the damn clothes again.

"Understand our differences, Mr. Crouch."

Voldemort shook his head slightly and said, "We all love little Barty, so we should unite. Even if we can't protect each other and walk hand in hand, we must respect and forgive each other."

"Forgive everything you did before?" Crouch asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, no matter what you think about it, no matter what you lose because of it, you have to learn to forget that and start over."

Voldemort nodded affirmatively, and said, "You can choose to refuse, and the result will be imprisonment. Before little Barty dies, you will live, and when he dies, you will be his companion."

"This is your idea of ​​seeking common ground while reserving differences, walking hand in hand, and forgiving each other?" Crouch asked angrily.

Voldemort shrugged, and spread his hands again.

He didn't say anything, but he gave an affirmative answer.

And after this answer, four words are appended:
I do not care.

(End of this chapter)