[HP] Magic didn't give up on you

Barty Crouch, director of the International Magic Exchange and Cooperation Department, sat in his office, handling his work in an orderly manner as usual.The Department of International Magic Exchange and Cooperation is not a popular place in the Ministry of Magic. Except for the Quidditch World Cup, which is only held every four years, there are only various boring international conferences, from the import of the crucible to the Floo According to the international production standards, such boring trifles filled the daily life of the Secretary.

Anyone with talents and ambitions who manages such affairs all year round will feel bored and bored, and it is impossible for someone like Sirius to stay here for more than a week.But as a future star of the Ministry of Magic with great promise, outstanding ability, and tough style, Barty Crouch, despite his bleak future, still dedicated himself to this job and did the same meticulously. It's as precise as it is programmed.

Today is a little different from the past, Barty Crouch can't help but look at the time every 15 minutes.When he did this for the third time, someone finally knocked on the door from the outside a few times, his heart sank, and he calmed down before saying: "The door is open, please come in."

"Excuse me, Director Crouch." The person who came in from the outside greeted him with a smile, with a gentle tone, "I think I should make an appointment with you earlier, but it is true that something happened unexpectedly. The situation needs to be dealt with urgently, and I need to ask for your opinion."

"You're very polite, Mr. Smith, I think your schedule is much busier than mine, and unexpected situations must be inevitable." Crouch stood up and sat opposite him at the coffee table, but he didn't see him. There was some obvious movement, the teacup on the coffee table started to jingle and move by itself, he filled himself with a cup of steaming black tea, and stopped opposite Eli Smith.

"So, is there anything that requires my participation? If it's an official matter, it needs to be dispatched by my superior officer. Over the years, the Order of the Phoenix has dealt with the Ministry of Magic a lot, and you know the relevant procedures very well. Crouch took a sip of his own cup of black tea, and said politely, "If it's a private matter, then it's inconvenient to take up working time and save it until after work."

"It's an official matter related to your personal affairs." Eli said with a calm expression, "I have to come over to confirm something, Director Crouch, do you have an illegitimate child?"

Crouch's hand holding the coffee cup froze, and he stared at Eli stiffly, as if he was suddenly talking nonsense.

"Mr. Smith, I thought you were a decent and prudent gentleman, and you wouldn't make such inappropriate jokes with others casually." Crouch said coldly, put down his teacup, and frowned to express his displeasure. Showing a clear indifference, it is obvious that he does not want to talk about this issue at all, and he has shown with practical actions that he is definitely not a person who can joke with others, "I thought that people like you would not bother you with such silly jokes. Someone else's, it seems that I was wrong."

"It's true that you may be wrong. I have realized in dealing with people over the years that it is always extremely difficult for people to see through other people's disguise." Eli said lightly, not because of Crowe. Unpleasant words revealed a little bit of displeasure.He still kept his composure, and just plainly stretched out his left hand, with the palm facing up, and tapped with the magic wand in his right hand.

A ball of red liquid quietly emerged on the palm of his left hand. Barty Crouch stared at him for a few seconds, but couldn't fully realize what the ball of liquid was for a moment.But soon, Eli Smith's next words made his face change suddenly.

"Muggle science has made some breakthroughs in the field of life genetics in the past few years. Using a person's saliva, hair or blood, it is possible to identify whether there is a blood relationship between a person and another person." Eli said calmly, raised his eyes a little, and looked at Barty Crouch, whose face suddenly changed, "As far as I know, wizards also have this kind of magic, which can determine whether a person is related to him or not, even if The two of them have never met. I have received an interesting sample of blood, Mr. Crouch, very interesting - whether it is Muggle science or wizarding magic, it shows that the owner of this blood sample is related to you, If there is no accident, it is your son. But the accident is here. As far as I know, you only have one son. After serving his sentence in Azkaban because of his allegiance to Voldemort, he died of illness soon in prison. Then, Who is this suddenly your son now? Do you have any idea?"

Barty Crouch jerked to his feet in a gaffe, but Eli was faster than him.He pointed his wand straight to his throat, and in Crouch's pale complexion, he gave him a faint smile with curved lips.

"Interesting, do you want to try to see if you can hurt me? In a non-surprise situation?" Eli said in a questioning tone, and his tone didn't change much from before. Compared with Barty Crouch's panic and panic , he was frighteningly calm, "I think you only have the option of the Unforgivable Curse, Mr. Crouch, do you have the courage? Or let me put it another way, do you have the strength? No accomplices to respond Under the circumstances, kill me instantly in a fight? A master of research and development of magic armor and protective spells?"

Barty Crouch stood in a stiff posture, in a dilemma.He knew very well in his heart that from a rational point of view, he should put down his wand now, and wait for the Ministry of Magic's interrogation... But this kind of future made him unable to keep calm, he stood blankly, facing the unknown future In the ashes-like despair, there is actually a sliver of relief that finally waited for a doomed result, the boulder fell to the ground.

He may have been waiting for this day ever since he failed to endure his beloved wife's dying plea and did such a thing.Ever since his son escaped from the bondage of his Imperius Curse and disappeared from his home, perhaps he has been making corresponding psychological preparations.

The day came later than he had imagined, but it came anyway.Eli Smith sat across from him with his rock-solid evidence that he had learned about his only son, in a way he least wanted to face.

He sat back slowly, lowered his eyes slightly, and remained silent.

After a long while, he finally spoke, and asked coldly and calmly, "What is he doing?"

"Help Voldemort make a comeback." Eli said blankly, "As expected of a top student in OWLs who can get [-] O's, he did a great job. With his help, Voldemort really has been dormant until now, making people including Most of the people, including our minister, did not believe that he would really come back again. Everyone was immersed in their own fictional peace, and no one knew that Voldemort had come with the help of his loyal servant. "

Barty Crouch was silent for a short while, the expression on his face slightly distorted.

"It was a mistake to replace him." He murmured, slowly raised his hand, and buried his face in his palm, "Yes, a wrong decision, I can't refuse my wife, she is seriously ill I'm dying, I can't say no to her request...I brought him back and locked him up for almost ten years. He ran away a year ago, I should have known then...Know what he's up to and can do What kind of a mistake happened."

Eli looked at him without saying a word.Crouch smiled wryly and looked up at him.

"Am I bad?" he asked, sighing deeply. "Teaching kids like that. I even thought I was good at teaching. I didn't think... didn't think he would end up like this."

"Your unexpectedness may have killed many families." Eli said coldly and seriously, "Your son is very capable, too capable, and he is better at planning than his master. I don't know if I should Say it has something to do with your family education."

maybe.Crouch didn't defend himself anymore, and after a short silence, he said: "Fudge won't be willing to admit this, he will tell you that everything is a coincidence, he won't believe your words, he will tell you ——The Order of the Phoenix behind you is very hostile. It is impossible for him to make up his mind to admit this matter. Standing behind him is a group of people who don’t care about other people’s lives as long as they earn money. Mysterious people don’t appear like this In their eyes, the act of manipulating all events from behind is perfectly appropriate, and no one wants to really admit it unless the mysterious person really appears in front of everyone again."

Eli still had his wand in his hand, and he watched him calmly, unmoved by his words.

"What you said also makes sense. If you want to dig out someone who hides deep enough, you need a suitable introduction." He said, "I think you are very suitable, because someone was forced to pay for your stupid behavior back then." Everything you vacated to fill the price you vacated. Are you ready to pay it back, Mr. Crouch?"

Crouch looked at him, stared blankly for a while, then nodded slowly.

"Yes," he whispered, "I deserve it, and I should have paid for it."

"So, you're under arrest, Mr. Crouch," Eli said calmly. "The Wizengamot will have your public trial as quickly as possible, and your son will be alive and escape now. Going to work for somebody is out there, people have a right to know what kind of danger they're facing, who's bringing it, and they need to be prepared for that."

Crouch did not refute him, he sat in a daze, a self-deprecating wry smile slowly appeared on the corners of his lips.

"Everything sucks," he murmured. "I don't know when it became like this. I'm a failed father... And you, Smith, you are a father. If you face me With such a choice, what would you do?"

A rope flew from the tip of Eli's wand, restraining him.Hearing that his movements paused briefly, when he looked up at him, he was still calm.

"I will use every day I spend with my child to let him figure out what kind of person he wants to be." He said, "No result happens suddenly, it always comes from every little bit. Composition. What parents need to do is to understand their child, accept him, try to avoid that possibility, and always tell him clearly what is right and what is wrong-teach him to distinguish between right and wrong, and to be brave enough to correct. If I am You, Crouch, I will pay for my failure and bear all the consequences myself, instead of spreading it to others and causing more chaos. Don't you understand? On the matter of you and your children, He's not the only one at fault."

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Thank you for the red-shell crab, the landmine for the big orange, and the grenade for wanting to eat watermelon~