Barty Jr. used all his strength to apparate.
Under fire, he crashed into the Himalayas.
Everything around is deserted.
"Father."
He fell to his knees, his internal organs bleeding from the impact.
Coughing out a mouthful of bright red blood, he looked at the wand in his hand.
Tormented in his heart, he collapsed unable to support himself.
He held the wand tightly in his hand.
As the biting winter came at night, he gradually fell into a deep dream.
dreaming.
He saw his mother.
Little Barty's last impression of his mother was that of a haggard face.
But here, he saw his mother's health.
Mrs. Crouch stood in the desert. She walked slowly over and squatted down.
He stroked little Barty's thin cheek with his palms that were as warm as before.
"my child."
"Mother."
Little Barty asked in the most cautious voice: "You are serious, right?"
"Yes," Mrs. Crouch smiled with tears in her eyes, "you have suffered a lot."
A sudden word of concern and long-lost maternal love.
Little Barty burst into tears and curled up his body.
"Why?" he asked, "Why, I want to survive."
He roared: "Why don't you just let me die like that, let me die in Azkaban!"
The only thing that responded to him was his mother's tightly held hand.
"I am a stupid person. I miss you very much, mother." He cried wildly in his dream.
He missed his mother, the pampering that could be infinitely tolerant, and the way she would caress the snowflakes on his shoulders and tell her to be safe.
He was greedy and wanted more.
His mother's care was not enough, he also wanted to prove himself.
Prove yourself to be a child who makes your father proud.
He went astray and joined Voldemort when he was at his most glorious, but fell into the abyss in a short period of time.
He failed to prove his achievements and his father sent him to Azkaban.
His mother died in prison to save him.
Why is this happening?
"It's because I'm not firm enough," he said tremblingly, "I shouldn't be afraid of death, and I shouldn't beg you, mother."
He began to talk nonsense, clutching his mother's hand and pleading: "Take me away, mother."
"We can be reunited and I can see you again, mother."
He had been holding it in for too long, and it had been like this since the day he learned of his mother's death.
It was not Mrs. Crouch who died in prison, but Barty Crouch Jr.
He was buried in the abyss and could not come out.
"No, kid." Mrs. Crouch gently removed the grass stuck to Barty's hair with her hands, "You should go back."
"No, I won't go back, mother," little Barty said anxiously, "I want to leave, it's too painful here."
"You've always been a hard-working child," Mrs. Crouch whispered. "I've always known that."
"At home, I have been working hard to prove the Crouch in me." She shook her head gently and said softly, "It was Crouch who restrained you, you should let it go."
"I can't do it, mother."
Barty Jr. shook his head repeatedly, "I am Crouch, the son of Barty Crouch."
"I never made him proud."
"No, you make me proud."
A voice interjected.
Little Barty looked up blankly.
He saw it, saw his father.
The best Minister of Magic in a century.
Old Batty walked out of the white light and walked to his wife's side.
Looking at his son, Old Batty sighed: "I was wrong."
"I never knew I was suffocating you
Rest, my son. "
Excellent old Batty took his son's excellence for granted. He completely forgot that father is father and son is son.
Keeping that pride deep in his heart, he naturally felt that his son knew it.
He had been disappointed, he had seen his proud son join the Death Eaters.
He was confused, why was there such a big problem in his education?
Amid his wife's pleading, his father's heart was shaken.
But fearing that something might happen to his son again, he chose the worst option.
Barty Sr. looked at his son. Barty Jr., who had tried his best to get rid of Crouch's name, was the one who was bound the most.
With a father's insincerity, he said: "You are my pride, my son."
A generous palm fell on the thin shoulder, and a trace of distress flashed in Old Batty's eyes.
"Father..." Little Barty murmured to himself.
The burst of white light became so intense that it threatened to take the parents away.
"No, don't leave me!" He hurriedly got up and chased after her.
He is getting closer and closer to entering the white light with his parents.
But two hands stopped him.
"We love you, son." Old Batty shook his head, "You don't belong here, you should go back."
"There is no place for me there."
Little Barty insisted on going over, but Old Barty said, "What about John Wick?"
Little Barty paused.
Batty Sr. continued: "He needs someone now, and you need to save him, just like he saved you."
"My son," Old Barty put down his severity and shook his head with a smile, "You regard him as a guide, I have always seen it."
"John needs help, he's on the edge right now, and you need to enlighten him, just like he enlightened you."
The white light has enveloped the Crouch couple.
A gentle push with two hands, but with infinite power.
"Go be yourself, put Crouch down, and do what you want, son."
The white light disappeared in front of his eyes, and little Barty stopped.
A tear fell from the corner of his eye.
Feel the moisture on your face.
He opened his eyes.
An enlarged furry face in front of him was licking his face.
Little Barty looked at the wand in his hand.
That dream was so real.
He reached out and pushed the furry face away.
That's a little snow leopard.
And its family is watching from a distance.
Little Barty looked at the big snow leopard, but the big snow leopard remained motionless.
When the little Snow Leopard saw little Barty waking up, he ran towards his family in a hurry.
The big snow leopard licked the little snow leopard's head, glanced at little Barty, turned around and left with the little snow leopard.
Watching the snow leopard drift away, little Barty sat there motionless.
It wasn't until the snow leopard was completely invisible that he lowered his head and looked at the wand.
"John Wick needs me."
He staggered up and walked towards the mountains.
...
Kingdom of Bhutan.
John had been sitting there for several days.
During this time, more and more people came.
Rita snatched the quill from the person next to her, broke it and threw it to the ground.
Tabloid reporters dare not express their anger.
As the editor-in-chief of the largest newspaper, the Daily Prophet, Rita is the ceiling in front of these news media people. ..
"Oh my God, Gilderoy Lockhart!"
"Sorry, please give me a moment. Thank you, please. No, I don't sign."
There was a commotion and Rita looked over.
Gilderoy Lockhart pushed his way through the crowd.
He trudged through the group and reached Rita.
He saw John and said, "My friend, what's wrong with you?"
He was about to go over, but was stopped by Rita.
"Why are you here?"
Lockhart's prosperity is indispensable without Rita's help, so the relationship between the two is very familiar.
Hearing Rita's question, Lockhart said angrily: "As his friend, Gilderoy Lockhart will not just sit idly by."
Rita was furious after hearing this, but Lockhart didn't take into account the atmosphere at all.
What John needs now is to be alone.
"Okay, I'll wait for him here." Lockhart looked around but didn't see a chair.
Rita rolled her eyes at him.
Someone else is coming.
Zuo Fei brought Lupine over, and he consciously did not disturb him.
Lupine looked at that figure and said in a daze, "He is not yet twenty years old."
Looking at the people from the International Federation of Wizards waiting there, there are too many hopes weighing on me at this age.
Lucius came over. He had just come out of the comfort work.
As long as John Wick's name is on it, it is like a reassuring agent, making people feel at ease.
Don't know who started it.
More and more shamans are coming to Bhutan.
They had such a tacit understanding that no one came near that place.
They just waited quietly.
Waiting for their hero, their ***.
"France has been stabilized, and Germany is led by Edgar." Lucius said to Mr. Digory beside him. "The saints are spreading words of purification, and those ignorant civilians have been deceived."
"It's a disaster, but we have Lord Wick," said Mr. Diggory.
"Yes, Lord Wick."
Lucius looked.
Theodore was in the crowd, more focused than ever.
at this time.
There was a sudden explosion behind John.
Little Barty looked at the lonely back.
He walked over.
Lockhart's face was filled with doubts: "How could he get there?"
Rita was also hesitant to stop her.
"Little Barty?" John finally spoke.
His voice revealed numbness as he said, "Your father is dead."
Little Barty paused slightly and continued to move forward.
He came to John and looked at the young face.
He slowly knelt down and moved his hand to his heart. He knelt down on one knee, extremely pious and serious.
"Then please avenge him, King."
This sentence caused a ray of light to appear in John's dull eyes.
"The son of Barty Crouch, the only descendant of the Crouch family, will follow you and become John Wick's friend like my father."
John slowly raised his head, his eyes crossed little Barty and looked behind him.
The sun shines on the ruins.
He saw it.
Wherever you look, there are people following closely.
"Then take revenge."
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