[HP] I'm hanging out at Hogwarts

messed up...everything messed up...

Mr. Crouch was tightly wrapped in his robes, where the knees were torn and bloodstained, and his face was also scarred, unshaven, gray and haggard.His otherwise neat hair and beard needed washing and trimming.

"It's time for you to go home." These words kept coming out of his mind, sapping his willpower. Merlin knew how many days he had walked to get here. The Imperius Curse is really too powerful.

His disappointing son... escaped!Doing things for that person!Mr. Crouch clenched his knuckles at the thought that he would tell Dumbledore that this time, he would send his son to death himself.

Barty Crouch Jr. is beyond hope.

"You can't go there!" The voice in his head began to become sharper, and he was unable to resist the Imperius Curse after many days of water and rice, Mr. Crouch's eyes gradually became lax, and he kept muttering , still gesturing.

"...Wetherby, after you've done this, send an owl to Dumbledore to confirm the number of students Durmstrang participated in the competition. Karkaroff sent a letter that there were twelve indivual……"

Harry and Krum watched this strange scene from hiding in the bushes aside, "Mr. Crouch?" Harry said cautiously.

Mr. Crouch's eyes bulged.He stood there, staring straight at the tree, muttering silently.Then, he staggered a few steps to the side, and fell to his knees.

"Mr. Crouch?" Harry called out. "Are you all right?"

Crouch's eyeballs rolled upward.Harry turned to look at Krum.Krum followed him into the bushes, looking down at Crouch in panic.

Mr. Crouch regained his senses.

"Dumbledore!" gasped Mr. Crouch.He lunged forward, grabbed Harry by the robes, and pulled him closer to him, but his eyes were fixed directly on top of Harry's head. "I want to... see... Dumbledore..."

"Okay," said Harry, "as soon as you get up, Mr. Crouch, and we'll find—"

"I did... a... stupid thing..." Crouch gasped.He looked utterly mad, his eyes bulging out and rolling, drool dripping down his chin. "You must... tell... Dumbledore!"

Mr. Crouch rolled his eyes and stared at Harry.

"Go back...you should go back and be with your wife and son." The voice in his head shouted.

"You stay with him." After Harry finished speaking, he was about to get up and leave, but his actions seemed to stimulate Mr. Crouch, causing him to change his posture suddenly, hugged Harry's knees, and pushed him back again. dragged to the ground.

"Go back! Go back! Go back!"

"Don't... leave... me!" he whispered, his eyeballs popping out again, "I... escaped... must be reminded... must be told... I want to see Dumbledore... it's all my fault... Blame me...Bertha...dead...blame me...my son...blame me...tell Dumbledore...Harry Potter...Dark Lord...become strong...Harry Potter special……"

Not long after Harry left, Krum looked at the crazy Crouch, and vaguely heard some noises in the grass, and just as he turned his head, a red light hit him.

Krum fell to the muddy ground.

"Who!" Mr. Crouch, who regained his senses, looked around, but what he saw was a terrifying face, "Alastor Moody? Is that you? Help me... save me..."

"Moody" kicked his wooden legs, leaving deep pits in the soil, his face looked even more hideous under the gray sky.

"Save you? Crouch, do you need others to help you too?" Little Barty looked at his distraught father, he had never seen him like this.

He's like a madman.When he thought of this sentence, he actually found that he was also very suitable for this sentence.

"No...you are..." Old Batty suddenly recalled, he looked at "Moody" in surprise, his face began to deform like hot cement, revealing a face that was eighty percent similar to him, "Damn It's..." He grabbed his cuff tightly and stared at Little Barty vigilantly.

"Long time no see, "Father"..." Little Barty bit the word hard on purpose, and began to provoke him on purpose.Sure enough, his arrogant father began to become very angry.

It's such a wonderful expression.

"You're not my son!" Barty Sr. yelled.

He pointed at old Barty with his wand, "No father would send his son to death, no husband would exchange his dying wife for a criminal! Why didn't you take good care of her!" His wand didn't Trembling every bit.

Unswervingly pointing at old Batty, old Batty's face turned blue and red due to anger and cold, with dark red blood scabs on his face.

"Because she wanted you to live! You killed her! You still don't know how to repent..." He panted heavily, "You are so ignorant! Let your mother live in exhaustion forever."

"You made me like this!" said Barty Jr. "I'm what you say I am, and I'm a criminal. You're no good yourself!"

Old Batty desperately recalled what he did, what did he do wrong... why did his son become like this?

"You are not my son!" He said with the last of his strength.

As soon as he finished speaking, a green ray of light accompanied the sound of the spell, and old Batty fell into the muddy water, with brown mud stains all over his face.

At the second before he was dying, he thought of the first time he wrapped his son in a baby, and imagined that he would become the best child... He strictly demanded his son, and only hoped that he would become even better and strive for the family. .He ruined his son's dream, tore his childish graffiti to pieces, folded his little harmonica in two, and stuffed boring books on his bedside...

Is he wrong?

A tear fell from his dry eye socket along the side of his face and squeezed into the wrinkles and grooves on his face.

"You're not my father either."

He was so lacking in confidence when he said this... He obviously wanted to do this for a long time... But now he always feels that something is missing.

The hand that held his wand began to tremble involuntarily, and he tried to control it, but the trembling got worse.

The rain was pouring heavily, and the raindrops hit Mr. Crouch's body. His eyes were still wide open, as if looking at Little Barty.

"I'm not afraid of you." Little Barty's voice was drowned in the sound of rain.

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When Annie learned about Mr. Crouch's "disappearance" from Harry, she already realized that Crouch should be dead.

She sat in the library looking for a spell that would destroy the Portkey, falling apart... Would it work for the Portkey?She was thinking about this question helplessly... It seems that the original book never mentioned how to destroy the Portkey...

"Enthusiastic citizen" Petrov is also helping to find it, but he just thinks that Annie needs to check the spell of the third level.

"I haven't seen Mr. Crouch all this time. Didn't he never show up and leave everything to Wetherby...?" Petrov said uncertainly.

"It's Weasley, Percy Weasley."

"Well...why Mr. Crouch keeps calling him Wetherby? Oh! This one works!" He pointed to a spell in the book. "Bones in pieces... applies to people and objects."

"All objects?" Annie asked.

"I don't know, but most of them are possible."

"Including the Portkey?"

Petrov's face suddenly darkened, and within half a second, he immediately changed, "Not including...but...how did you think of this? This won't appear in the maze...who are you? Why do you always There are so many whimsical ideas?"

His gray eyes stared at her, meeting her blue-green pupils.

"I also want to ask who are you?"

Annie finally expressed her doubts in her heart. She felt that this person was really strange.

"We're going to be one. That's all I can say." With that, he put away his chair and left the library.