Hogwarts' new house

"How do you know this about my father?" Little Barty asked in confusion before shaking his head in denial: "He doesn't dare. He doesn't have the guts. Even if he is just the director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, he is reluctant to give up."

He knew his father too well. If it weren't for his mother's pleading, he would rather die in Azkaban than find a way to get him out.

"Twinkle" Little Barty shook his head again: "It's even more impossible, how did you know?" He looked at the ancient town excitedly, as if he had met his opponent in chess, and he couldn't control his excitement.

Know me, investigate me. Could it be that my plan has already fallen into Dong Gu’s eyes? This feeling is so exciting.

Voldemort has always advocated violence. There is no need to design things that can be solved by Avatar. Barty Jr. didn't have much time to show off his strategies, and the chances of meeting his opponents were even rarer.

Anyone who is willing to compete with him will make him excited. He gasps for breath and licks his lips quickly like a snake.

Calvin was gasping for breath and wanted to rush to Barty Jr. but didn't dare: "Where is my son? I found an altar for you. Where is my son?"

He almost collapsed. His physical condition recovered, but his mental state was extremely abnormal.

Little Barty smiled sinisterly: "Help me stop Dumbledore. No matter what the outcome is, your son will go back safely even if you and I are dead."

Calvin shook his head and retracted: "That's Dumbledore. I can't stop you from promising me. Find the altar and return my son immediately. He is only three years old. He is only three years old."

Calvin was holding his head and collapsed mentally. That was Barty Crouch Jr. Voldemort only killed people, but he tortured the Longbottoms crazy. A three-year-old child fell into his hands, and Calvin didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Neither Guzhen nor Sivir spoke. Sivir was just an elf and didn’t know whether he had human emotions. Guzhen didn’t know what happened or what to say.

Dumbledore's entire face turned black and he stared directly at Barty: "Mr. Crouch, I can assure you that I didn't see you today and no one will know that you are still alive. You can leave calmly." , you can even take the Horcrux away with you. As long as you return the child."

"Really?" Little Barty shrank his neck, glanced at the ancient town and Sivir with a smile, and then stared at Dumbledore mockingly. This is Winter Valley, and you, Dumbledore, can't make the decision.

Dumbledore looked serious and faced Guzhen: "Mr. Guzhen, I think no matter what a father has done, no matter what Voldemort's conspiracy is, a three-year-old child should not be a victim. What do you think?"

Dumbledore was an extremely sane but compassionate man. He could sacrifice anyone, including himself, to get rid of Voldemort, but he could also avoid exploring Voldemort's secrets for a three-year-old naughty boy.

Guzhen shrugged and took a step back. Well, you are right, I agree. He can leave calmly, at worst, he will return the child and slap him again if he makes a mistake.

I, Guzhen, am thick-skinned. Don't care about what you say and what you don't mean.

If someone tries to stop you, you can just let him go, then chase him up and stab him to death.

Little Barty chuckled, took out his wand and pointed in the sky: "The coffin is coming."

Calvin Coffin's face instantly turned as white as a sheet of paper. Dumbledore and Guzhen both felt slightly depressed.

A small black coffin flew through the air and landed firmly on the altar. Calvin walked over tremblingly, grabbed the coffin and tried to open it, but he couldn't exert any strength.

His breathing became heavier and heavier, tears welled up in his eyes, and his teeth clenched, but he heard a slight groan coming from the coffin. Suddenly startled, he pushed open the coffin lid, and a trembling voice came from the coffin: "Dad"

A little faint, a little surprised, a little unsure.

Little Barty's shrill laughter came: "You think I will kill him, how could it be that he is just a child?"

Calvin burst into tears instantly, hugged out a son who was tied into a rice dumpling, looked up to the sky and shouted:

"what"

A child of about three years old, with half of his hair lost, stretched out his hand to touch Calvin's face with strength, and shouted weakly but happily: "Dad, it's daddy."

"I found my father." The child looked up, with blood and tears oozing from his eyes. The little boy's upper and lower eyelids were sewn together tightly with fine stitches.

Gu Zhen's heart suddenly clenched together, his eyes piercing through little Barty like a knife.

"You, damn"

"Haha, hahaha" Little Barty laughed crazily: "You don't think he will be intact, do you? I am Barty Crouch, a dark wizard and a Death Eater."

Thunder and lightning flashed in Guzhen's hand, and Sivir's eyebrows knitted together. Calvin trembled and touched his son's eyes, but Sivir flicked him away.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and patted Calvin on the shoulder: "As long as he lives, don't touch his eyes. There is a curse inside. Any touching will completely damage the child's eyes."

"Anze, Anze" Calvin held the child, trembling, biting his lip to prevent tears from flowing down.

Little Anze fumbled and helped him wipe away his tears: "Dad, Dad, am I strong? Some bad guys slashed my back with a knife and poked my eyes with needles. They didn't allow me to scream out. They said they would kill dad if I screamed out." , Anze didn't scream, they wouldn't kill dad." I protected dad, and when I grew up, little Anze grinned innocently, but moved the needle in the corner of his eye, and instantly shed tears in pain, but he endured it all his life. I couldn't let myself cry out.

"Dad, please don't leave Anze again. Anze is not a glutton. You don't have to look for food. Don't leave Anze alone at home again."

Xiao Anze's voice became lower and lower as he spoke. He seemed to feel that he was not a man enough and buried his head deeply.

"I'm a little scared"

"Ah" Calvin hugged his son and raised his head and shouted. He couldn't hold back the tears anymore and slapped his face one after another.

Little Barty watched the show with great interest, the corners of his mouth curved.

"You deserve to die" Guzhen gritted his teeth. The lightning in his hand could no longer be suppressed, and a crack of lightning struck out. Little Barty suddenly jumped to avoid it, and a stubborn rock as high as a person behind him was shattered by the thunder. Little Barty was stunned for a moment, and asked Dumbledore playfully: "Why don't you let him break his promise?"

No more credibility

"Oh, sorry." Dumbledore looked up at the sky and replied in a terrifyingly calm voice: "I promised Mr. Crouch that from the moment you return the child, I won't be able to see you."

I can’t see you. Whether you run away or are hacked to death, please pity an old man who is over a hundred years old and his eyesight is dim. I really can’t see you.

Little Barty hurriedly dodged the lightning in the ancient town and laughed mischievously. It was so wonderful, this dishonest approach made him tremble and excited, and he couldn't help but want to scream.

A society with no credibility and unscrupulousness is the society of Death Eaters

"Hey that guy who struck me with lightning, don't you want to know what I did here in Winter Valley? Kill me and you won't know anything."

What responded to him was another lightning bolt in the ancient town.

Crackle

A giant tree that two people hugged was smashed into pieces. Little Barty managed to hide away, his back was wet and he broke into a cold sweat. He wants to kill me, he really wants to kill me

Little Barty turned over and licked his tongue, pointing to the depths of the forest: "Look there."

A wispy black smoke rose in the distance, and you could feel the evil even from a very far away place, just like being in a haze, making your whole body feel extremely uncomfortable.