Harry stood in front of Barty Crouch, his green eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the man staring at him in the ice. He was obviously defenseless, with ferociousness and fear mixed into a complicated look on his face.
"Who is he?" he asked Draco, "Is he also a relative of your family?"
"It has nothing to do with my family, thank you." Draco answered him expressionlessly while pacing and panting to digest the good and bad things he encountered today, "I do remember there is a Ministry of Magic official with this name. —But certainly not that young.”
"Why didn't you ask me?" Sirius said sadly, "He is not an encyclopedia."
Harry scratched his head: "Okay, I'm just used to it..."
"He has the same name as his father, Barty Crouch," Sirius said. "I remember that his father was the head of the International Magical Exchange Department. We usually call him little Barty. Regulus was his roommate when he was in school." Sirius He paused, and then quickly finished the rest of his words, "I remember that he was one of the first Death Eaters to be captured in Azkaban, and he died of illness there long ago."
"Slytherin...I remember it was a single room?" Harry said.
"Of course he has a single room," Sirius poked the back of Draco's head, "but that doesn't mean everyone has a single room. When there are many people, Slytherins don't have so many dark empty rooms to live in." He Said slightly sarcastically.
"Say it as if you've lived there before!" Draco muttered angrily, holding the back of his head.
"It's a cellar after all." Harry said and put his hand on the ice. The ice melted obediently and exposed half of Barty's head. He was not his father. He needed the person being brained to stay at least semi-conscious. , "Draco, I didn't bring a wand, help me give him a spring of clear water... Hurry up, we don't know where Neville and the others are yet. Did you say they were arrested?"
Draco stared at him and was slapped on the back by Sirius, so he had to take out his wand: "Clear water like a spring——"
The cold water hit Barty's face violently. The latter's face twitched and he didn't wake up completely. Draco simply poured the clear water again, and Barty's eyelids moved.
This time Harry felt his consciousness.
"What do you want to do?" Draco asked.
Harry remained silent, closed his eyes and slowly felt it. When a person's certain senses are blocked, his other senses that are not blocked will be more sensitive. Therefore, when Harry closes his eyes, the power of feeling the long river of thought will be displayed more clearly.
Some memory fragments jumped before his eyes, and countless words were stuffed into his head. It was so full that Harry tried to grab a few fragments. Remember them if they are useful, throw away some if they are not. The emotions were so indifferent that he couldn't grasp them, and some were so strong that they almost trapped him like thorns. However, the more he looked at them, the more shocking they became, and he finally had to quit the search.
He gasped and opened his eyes, feeling the scar on his forehead exuding severe pain at this time, so he took a long time to say a word.
"...You killed your own father...for...the Dark Lord?"
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Alfoy was striding toward the stairs uneasily. The two Death Eaters placed on the first floor lost their voices after screaming, and the news from the remaining three floors could not be transmitted. If they hadn't used the Dark Mark as a medium to cast the spell to transmit the news, something went wrong. There must be something wrong with the floor below.
Therefore, 'that lord' ordered him to take a few insignificant Death Eaters to patrol the floors below. This is not a good job, because if something goes wrong down there, the first one to suffer will undoubtedly be himself. Whether they are Aurors or the Order of the Phoenix, the few people he brings cannot give him any advantage at all. .
But he couldn't disobey 'that lord''s order.
Therefore, Lucius had no choice but to put on the black hood, and while covering himself tightly, he chose a remote corridor and rushed downstairs - so he failed to notice what was going on in his brother-in-law's room. What happened.
——Therefore, every time he talked about this incident from now on, he didn't know why he was so unlucky to meet Erik.
One father and another father met at a fork in the road on the fourth floor. Strictly speaking, the children in their family were still good friends and had a roundabout relationship, but of course, Lucius didn't care about letting Harry Potter die, and naturally he wouldn't pay attention to how many people there were in the family of the British savior who grew up in the United States.
——So of course you can't expect him to know that Harry Potter's father has a boyfriend.
To put it another way, Erik certainly didn't know that Harry's friend had a father with a criminal record, so when he met Lucius, he didn't even know that he was the father of the blond boy with an arrogant tone. The experience of dealing with Death Eaters - the experience of discernment - to be precise, is to fight when you see the black robe.
"--Who is there!"
This was the first thing Lucius said when he saw Erik's back standing in the distance.
Then he never said a complete second sentence.
The metal snake head in Lucius's hand turned around at that moment at a ferocious speed, becoming three times larger than before. Its fangs clenched tightly on Lucius' hand. Before Lucius even had time to scream in pain, his upper body was tightly tied, his hands were twisted behind his head, and an unknown metal block violently hit his spine and stomach in the next second, causing pain. Even if he wanted to recite a silent spell, he couldn't concentrate.
A man with deadly poisonous green eyes, but he is definitely not a wizard, because this kind of rude attack is definitely not a wizard's routine, and this man does not have a wand in his hand, and Lucius knows that the silent spell will never be able to do this.
Several of the Death Eaters he brought were immediately knocked down by this blow, and what he did was grit his teeth and silently recite all the curses he could when the man strode over, while the pain This effort was driving him every minute and every second.
The situation was very bad. He was isolated and helpless. The hood of his thin cloak was blown off by the wind caused by the metal block during the blow. His iconic long platinum hair immediately fell down, making him feel desperate.
What's worse is that the man seems to recognize him - but has he seen this man before? Lucius tried to think back, and the final answer was undoubtedly no. He could not forget such a man with a cold aura all over his body, and just those metallic green eyes.
"...Your surname is Malfoy." The man didn't know whether it was a question or an answer. He sneered after saying, "So you are Draalfoy's father."
So the other person knows Draco.
Lucius became even more vigilant about this. He lowered his head, put on a humble look, and squeezed out one word from the root of his teeth: "Your Excellency..."
A heavy fist hit him in the face, and then Lucius felt in disbelief that the metal chain binding him was tightening again, almost suffocating him.
"I heard from your accomplice that you wanted your child to plot against my child," the man, Erik, coldly explained his behavior, "Even if you said you were doing it for your wife and children, You deserve such revenge."
After saying that, he punched the prostrate Lucius with another punch, knocking him to the ground and crushing him in the stomach with his foot. The latter almost wanted to roll up from the ground in fear. But the metal chain restricted all his movements. Erik just waved, and the chain took the blond wizard to the ground and beat him.
And just when Lucius guessed the man's identity from Erik's words and thought he would be killed, Erik let him go, just tied him to the stair railing next to him, and strode away. past.
That might be harry potter's adoptive father.
Before he fainted, Lucius thought this and remembered this man's face deeply. In other words, it was difficult for him to remember this man's face. No Muggle or even wizard had ever looked at Lucius with such an expression. It was as if the man was a wizard and he was a Muggle, but he wanted to use a simple knife to think about it. Just like shaking the foundation of a powerful country, the man's attitude towards him was even contemptuous. The man's behavior was just to avenge his child, not that Lucius was a dangerous person.
The word 'just knock it down'... seems to be written on the man's face so easily that he can read it at a glance.
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Neville was woken up by a burst of uncontrollable laughter - and labor pains in his body.
"You are a complete loser, Voort," he heard a hoarse but sharp voice laughing wildly, "A wizard like you dares to call yourself the Dark Lord. I am ashamed of my motherland."
Is this a Death Eater? No, a Death Eater would never utter that name. Is that an Auror? Is he from the Ministry of Magic?
This answer swirled in the boy's mind for a long time, and finally he crossed an x.
Although he was clumsy in his studies, even a levitating spell failed halfway, let alone flying on a broomstick, as the sole heir of an ancient pure-blood family, Neville did receive the most orthodox aristocratic education, at least according to the list of Ministry of Magic officials. He needs to recite one every year, and even though a few names on the list are constantly being replaced, he has indeed been doing this homework.
——The Ministry of Magic does not have such knowledgeable officials.
Every time Neville thinks of Ministry of Magic officials, he can think of his uncle's contemptuous tone and cold eyes. Antonis has always looked down on British Ministry of Magic officials, thinking that they are partly rigid, partly cowardly, and partly clowns who have neither the practical skills of the United States. It is not as rigorous as Germany. If this continues, Britain will be finished sooner or later.
...But uncle, you are also an official of the Ministry of Magic. Neville, who was only seven years old at the time, thought so, and it was this memory that made Neville, now eleven years old, suddenly remember who the voice was.
Is there anyone in the Ministry of Magic that smart?
——The answer is, yes.
If we insist on adding a clear answer range to this question, Neville believes that his little uncle is definitely at the top of the range list.
He immediately became terrified.
Is this voice his uncle's? neville questioned himself repeatedly. It can almost be said that he grew up under the care of his little uncle. He was always elegant, calm, but also very cold. When Neville, who was only five years old, had a magical riot, his uncle, aunt, and grandma were all happy. He cried, but when he looked at his little uncle in joy, he could only see a look of indifference in those violet eyes, as if Neville had just done a trivial thing. Same.
It's so cold that it freezes to pieces.
And such a little uncle, would he really have such a voice? Such laughter, madness, and joyful laughter?
Neville has never heard his uncle laugh. Antonis Longbotton has always been a very indifferent person. Even in the most high-end social gatherings, he would not smile a few times. Sneers and cruel smiles have always been the only expressions of smiles on his body besides the polite smile. , many ladies said that he might be a man carved from ice. Countless women fell in love with him and wanted to please him, but no one could win even a few syllables of his laughter.
Thinking about this, Neville even felt a little envious of the person to whom his uncle was talking... Anyway, this was the first time he heard his uncle's laughter.
Even if the smile is so twisted and crazy.
"Antonis Longbotton," a voice that sounded like gravel responded to his uncle, "You are the most daring person I have ever seen... a cunning person with sinister intentions, even Lucius can't figure out your intentions, you are a saint A spy, or a fool trying to overthrow the great me and establish a new power in this land?"
"Great you?" Antonis Longbotton seemed to have heard a joke and sneered even harder, "In my opinion, you are not only stupid and arrogant, but you are also a person who can only lead some timid people to bully some even more timid ones. Man...I really don't understand why someone put the crown of the Dark Lord on your head. It seems that this land is even more barren and weak than I thought. Look at you!" His voice suddenly rose, "You don't even have a body! You need to brew this ancient medicine to get a physical body, and all this requires your subordinates to help you! What kind of leader needs subordinates to survive?"
The Dark Lord.
Shrinking was almost an instinctive reaction - Neville wished he had never woken up. Even if he died immediately, it would be better than the current feeling of being threatened by fear.
But isn't the Dark Lord dead? Won't he never come back? Harry Potter defeated the Dark Lord, a story that every British child has read! Why would a defeated and killed man have a face-to-face conversation (maybe it counts as a conversation) with his little uncle like this?
Driven by curiosity and great fear, his gaze slowly moved upward from the marble floor covered with shoe prints and dust.
A black, smoke-like shadow gathered above a huge crucible, and the person standing straight in front of the crucible was undoubtedly his uncle. Even if there was only a back view, Neville could recognize it was him.
"Tell me your purpose of irritating me," said the black mist, "then maybe I will consider letting you die more happily! You are a hostage, a captured prisoner, and you are an irrelevant part of my upcoming resurrection. It's an important sacrifice, why do you stand in front of me and use your ridiculous courage?"
"Am I your sacrifice?" Antonis sneered, "I am your hostage? Who do you think helped your subordinates bring down Barty Crouch? That man was not that careless, but more hopelessly suspicious. Family, his son is the shame of his life."
"This is the moment I've been waiting for," he said as if he couldn't hold it in any longer, and started laughing loudly again. The sound went from low to high, making Neville who was listening on the ground almost doubt his own ears. "My purpose is to create a hero. , a beginning to change this land! Voort, you are the sacrifice of this plan!"
Neville managed to raise his head from the floor, but he could only see that in front of a burst of flames, Antonis's favorite triangular silver necklace on his chest was swinging wildly, with no trace of melting in the high temperature, and a cold light flickering.
The author has something to say: In order to prevent myself from getting lazier, I set a flag——Update before midnight on the 23rd! Otherwise, I would have to be a poster for the club and be lazy, and I would really never be able to finish it! ! !
Emma seems to have fast forwarded to the summer vacation chapter... It's really difficult to fight the Dark Lord and write conspiracy...
I still beg you all to urge me vigorously! ! ! ! !
ps: Jinjiang is holding an Onmyoji fan competition, and I am considering participating... The editor suggested that I write a short story, so Gouzi or Boqing, this is a question...
