Hogwarts Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor Peter

Chapter 114 Barty Crouch

The golden egg, the mermaid's singing voice, the key... the mysteries in the ballad were left behind by Harry.

Mr. Crouch is the Minister of Magic, why would he run wild in the basement corridors of Hogwarts in the middle of the night?
Professor Peddie and Professor Snape were attacked in the basement corridor last time, and Harry recalled that Professor Peddie said that there might be Death Eaters lurking in the Ministry of Magic. Mr Rauch himself?
The thought made Harry break out in a cold sweat, and he ran down the stairs quickly and quietly, trying not to wake up the portraits in the hallway, but several people in the portraits could still hear the creaking of the floorboards and the rustle of his pajamas, Curiously turned around.

Harry glanced at the map again. The dot was still moving fast. He pushed aside a tapestry on the wall and followed a short path leading to the basement.

Is there another possibility?What happened to Mr. Crouch, he is now fighting the enemy in the basement?That's impossible, he should be working in the Ministry of Magic now...

Harry was so preoccupied with meditating on Mr. Crouch's behavior that he failed to concentrate on walking, and as a result, halfway up the stairs, one of his legs suddenly caught in a tricky step, and the wet golden egg slipped from his armpit. Rolling down the stone steps, every step down, there is a loud bang, like beating a big drum.

At the same time, the Marauder's Map of the Invisibility Cloak slipped off Harry's body. Harry reached out to grab the Invisibility Cloak back, but the map fell to the bottom of the six steps. Harry was trapped in the knee-deep prank steps, enough less than it.

He wrapped himself tightly with the invisibility cloak again, and stared at the dark basement corridor with wide eyes. There was a burst of heavy footsteps not far away, and a man rushed over.

"Who!" The man yelled hoarsely and stopped suddenly. He held a wand in his hand and looked fiercely in Harry's direction.

Harry recognized him, and it turned out to be Mr. Barty Crouch, the Minister of Magic, but he was completely different today. His usual straight wizard robe was torn open, revealing a white shirt. His hair was disheveled, and a strand of gray hair hung in front of his eyes, making him look even crazier.

Harry didn't dare to answer, and pulled out his wand lightly. He didn't dare to say a spell, but conjured up a knight's shield, stuffed it under the invisibility cloak, and protected his body—this is Professor Pedillo Tricks to teach him during a rally.

Crouch frantically ran up and down the hallway, his wand sparking dangerously.

"Come out! Coward!" he roared. "Come out!"

Harry watched in horror as Crouch rushed to the side of the stairs, where he found Harry's map.

"I saw—" He stabbed his wand out quickly, a red light brushed Harry's ear, and hit the carpet on the stairs. The carpet was blasted with a big hole, and debris flew everywhere. It's worthy of the Minister of Magic , the power of this spell is terrifying.

"I'm going to kill—kill you—" He yelled at the invisible Harry like he was drunk, and Harry tried to shrink his body behind the shield, knowing that he would never be able to defeat the powerful Mr. Crouch , but he can sneak attack, and there is only one chance——

"You only have one chance...fail, everything will come to naught..." The ballad in the golden egg echoed ominously in Harry's mind. ·Crouch...failure, may be doomed.

"Disarm!" Harry yelled.

A precise and fierce blow, but unfortunately Mr. Crouch was faster than Harry. With a flick of his wand, the Disarming Charm hit a solid magic barrier and reflected on the wall.

"Finish……"

Mr. Crouch sneered, five red lights shot mercilessly on the stairs, one of them hit Harry's shield, knocking him backwards, with a click, his thigh stuck in the stairs was broken.

"Ah!" He couldn't help but screamed, the fragments of the stairs and the shield that were blown into pieces flew around, one after another, sprinkled on Harry who was writhing in pain, the invisibility cloak slipped from his shoulders, and the wand Flying over the tapestry, landed on the other side of the stairs.

"..."

At this moment, a door on the left-hand side of the corridor opened, and Snape's upper body poked out from behind the door. Mr. Crouch turned around instantly and raised his wand, and a spell blasted half of the door, including Snape, into the air. go out.

"I—I remember, what I'm going to kill is—is—" Mr. Crouch repeated incoherently, "—Snape."

Harry gritted his teeth and held onto his thigh. He was completely confused about the situation. Mr. Crouch and Snape had almost never lived a normal life. What made Mr. Crouch act so crazy?
Before the smoke cleared, Mr. Crouch fired spells randomly into the dust. He fired more than a dozen spells with astonishing destructive power in succession. The wand passed through the air and rustled, making Harry terrified. He endured the pain, Struggling to weave a rescue method in his brain.

"Mr. Crouch!" he yelled desperately, "come at me, Snape is dead!"

Crouch turned wildly and approached Harry, who finally saw his face clearly - his eyeballs protruding from their sockets, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot and bloodshot, his shirt cuffs were stained with dried blood , The veins in the hand holding the wand burst out, and the tip of the wand was emitting green smoke.

"Come on, look at me!" Harry patted his chest and straightened his upper body on the stairs, his lips were blue and his throat was dry, but he didn't care anymore.

To Harry's surprise, Mr. Crouch's expression softened, and he lowered his wand, cupping Harry's face in his hands.

"My son? Is it really you?"

Harry nodded firmly, grinning broadly.

"Great! Professor Slughorn has told me the good news. You have passed the twelve Ordinary Wizarding Ranks. I am so proud of you—"

Mr. Crouch turned his face and said to a wall he had punched densely with small holes: "Wetherby, after you finish the matter at hand, make an appointment for a concert for me, yes, yes, it is The one I listen to the most, the black tea there is very good, I will go with my wife and son, very good, thank you."

Harry thought he might be crazy, and he stared fascinatedly into Harry's face, tears streaming from his protruding eyes.

"My son, I have regretted it for many years. For so many years, you have been buried underground...Gringotts underground vault...Yes, I need a report, give it to me within today, what are those goblins doing? Augu Still no news from Sturt Rookwood? Damn it, Wetherby, I need to draft an urgent letter to Albus Dumbledore..."

Harry didn't know what he was talking about, and he could only pretend to smile stiffly in Mr. Crouch's arms, watching the dust drift away at the far end of the corridor out of the corner of his eye.

Professor Snape is still alive...Professor Snape is still alive...Harry prayed in his heart, this was his only hope, finally, he saw the thin figure in shirt pajamas standing up, but haha Leigh also saw blood, a lot of blood, and his heart went cold.

When Mr. Crouch heard the voice behind him, he immediately recovered his rage, and pushed Harry away fiercely, but Harry twisted his shoulder desperately, and the pain in his left index finger reminded him: Professor Peddie Road Ouroboros!

"Basement! Basement! Basement!" he shouted silently in his heart.

(End of this chapter)