Behind him, the light of the curse kept flashing, shouting and roaring. Not far away, he saw two people coming after him. They were greendevo's men. They came out of the thick fog, scattered in all directions and followed.

Thanks to his familiarity with the castle, Hoffa separated the crowd. With the help of the magic staircase, he quickly came to the back of Gregory's statue on the fourth floor. After turning the statue, he got into the secret passage.

This secret road Hoffa only knows, but has not passed before. The secret road was dark, so he had to hold on to the wet wall to move forward. The secret road became narrower and narrower, and there was the sound of the wall turning behind him from time to time. If you don't look back, you know that it's grindevo's men who are catching up.

"Fluorescent flashing."

Behind him came the sound of incantations, and the dark secret road was illuminated. He worked harder in the secret passage, but because it was day time, his speed was not fast.

I don't know how long I've been running, the fluorescence behind me is getting brighter and brighter, the sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer, and the corridor finally starts to go up.

Dong!

He bumped into the outer floor of the corridor and emerged from an abandoned wooden house full of dust and haystacks. The glare of the sun shone in the sky and hurt his cheeks.

This is probably a mill on the outskirts of Scotland. On the snow and frost land, there stands a broken and towering windmill, which he has never set foot on before.

Bang, bang!

Then, two men in black with birdcages rushed out of the abandoned wooden house and threw Hoffa to the ground. The frosty withered grass was pressed out and creaked. They immediately fought together. The two men in black cut Hoffa's hands behind him and dragged him back to the tunnel.

Hoffa kicked the man in black in the face, but was stopped by the strong iron cage without any harm. He could not help scolding himself for his carelessness and choosing to go to Dumbledore in the daytime.

WOW!

The wooden door of the abandoned warehouse was smashed. He was dragged into the tunnel and was about to be dragged in again.

"Avada asked for his life."

"Avada

Suddenly, the green light flashed, and two successive incantations shot out of the windmill, hitting the man in black who dragged Hoffa. They fell to the ground with a plop.

Hoffa got up from the ground and looked up dizzily. Under the huge broken windmill, a meticulous old man with hair combed looked at himself lying on the ground sullenly and raised his magic wand.

Hoffa had seen him before, and before the Quidditch World Cup, he went to visit this guy in disguise with Nicole lemme. It's old buddy crouch.

"Avada..."

old Patty recited a mantra to kill Hoffa and the two men in black.

"Stop it."

Hoffa raised his arm and said quickly, "I have no malice, not even a wand."

"Who are you?"

Old Patty held up his wand and asked, "who sent you here?"

"I have something important to tell you, Mr. crouch. Give me a minute."

Hoffa got up from the ground. When he saw old Barty crouch, his brain immediately came alive. If he wants to break the infinite cycle of fate, it means that he can never work in the original way.

To say, old patty is one of the officials of the Ministry of magic, and it doesn't seem to be controlled. If you can get his help, it means you can get the help of the Ministry of magic. If you can get the help of the Ministry of magic, maybe he can do something to change his fate.

"Thirty seconds!" Old Barty pointed his wand to his chin: "or die."

"Some people want to spread terror in the final of the top three competition, just like what happened in the Quidditch World Cup at the beginning. At least thousands of witches disappeared that time. This time is no exception. It will only be more terrifying. If the Ministry of magic does not take action, the whole world of witches may no longer exist."

After a pause, Hoffa said, "I don't know if you remember Garrett greendevo. He is still alive and is inside Hogwarts. The two men you just killed are his men. Now the Ministry of magic must isolate the whole Hogwarts, or there will be a big terror."

Then he stared at crouch, trying to see something in his lips.

After a while, crouch asked slowly, "do you mean that the black wizard, Garrett grindwall, who has been missing for 50 years, will create a terrorist event in the final of the top three competition?"

"That's right."

"Why don't you talk to Dumbledore?"

"He's under control."

"He's under control?"

"That's right." Hoffa nodded.

"Do you think I'm a fool! Will someone believe that? "

Old Barty crouch drank abruptly. He dragged Hoffa's collar and dragged him into the broken interior of the windmill.As like as two peas, his face was fixed on hogh's nose, and he looked into his eyes, and see light suddenly.

, "these eyes, and your looks, I remember, you are just like the guy who came to me in Quidditch World Cup."

"Who?"

Hoffa hasn't responded yet.

Old Patty grabbed his collar, his face was livid, and he asked fiercely, "horva Bashir! The flying carpet merchant recommended the flying carpet to me. As a result, my son disappeared that night and said, "what's your relationship with that old man and child that day?"

Hoffa then thought of how he and Nicole Leme disguised themselves to cheat batty before the Quidditch World Cup. For a moment, he didn't know how to explain.

"Yes, it does."

Dong!

The door slammed, and old Patty threw Hoffa into the cellar under the windmill. Here, Hoffa saw little Patty tied into a zongzi and thrown it on the ground. He was struggling with a rag in his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Damn it, old buddy, let me go!"

Hoffa struggled, but he was too weak during the day.

Old Patty tied Hoffa up, then walked up to his son and rudely tore off his mouth towel: "what do you have to do with him? Are they all working for Voldemort? "

"I didn't!"

Little Barty's got his head on.

"Son of a bitch!"

Old Patty slapped little Patty on the head with a backhand. "And he lied. Don't you admire mysterious people most?"

"I didn't work for the Dark Lord!"

"Lying," another slap fell on his face.

"What are you doing at Hogwarts, pretending to be Alastair moody, assassinating Dumbledore, or assassinating Harry Potter? Don't tell me about your holiday here! "

"You...

" you're right? " Old Patty grabbed little Patty's hair, "forced him to look up at himself," and said, "where is your master hiding now?"

"Damn, he's your son. Can you speak a little more gently?" On one side, Hoffa couldn't watch any more and scolded angrily.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Battie turned his head fiercely and looked like cold and cruel. "I has the final say in my family."

"Damn, aren't you afraid that he will kill you!? A rabbit will bite if it is in a hurry

"How dare he? I'll lend him ten courage, and he won't dare. " Old Patty disdained patted little Patty's face, completely ignored the killing intention hidden in little Patty's eyes: "do you dare?"

Hoffa is crazy, old batty does not know what will happen, he still wishful thinking that little batty will not resist. If it goes on like this, these two people will surely die. Not only young Barty will die, but old Barty will also die. If he can't change the fate of Barty and his son, let alone change the fate of aglia and himself.

"I can tell you where Voldemort is!"

In a hurry, Hoffa's brain is spinning fast:

"he is very weak now. As long as you can find him and catch him, believe me, this credit will be enough for you to defeat Cornell fudge and become the new minister of magic in the next election."

There was silence for a few seconds.

Old Barty no longer forced little Barty. He slowly released his hand and came to Hoffa with his mouth slightly open.

"You

"Soldiers who don't want to be generals are not good soldiers, Mr. crouch. With all due respect, I don't think minister fudge will do better than you. That position belongs to you. If you let us go, I will take you to the weak Voldemort and help you become the Minister of magic. "

"Do you really think I'm looking for Voldemort just to be the Minister of magic?" he said

"This..." Hoffa's brain was moving fast. When he saw the little Patty tied to one side, he immediately thought of something. "Believe me, Voldemort and your son are not so deeply bound. As long as you get rid of Voldemort, he will come back to you and become a good son."

The bound little Barty blushed, his expression was shy and angry. He glared at his eyes, almost biting his lips to bleed.

But old Patty looked very satisfied. His face finally eased down and he said, "how can I know that you didn't cheat me? How can I know that you didn't ambush me where you took me?"

"You can ask your men to inquire about little hangton. If there is an ambush, you can not go. If there is no ambush, you just delay one day. You can kill me when you come back."

Hoffa said very sincerely.

Old Patty looked at him suspiciously and thought for a long time. He didn't pick out any fault from Hoffa's words. At last, he gave a cold Snort and tied Hoffa and little Patty to a post with a rope. Then he left the windmill and looked for someone to investigate little hangton.

When he was out of danger for a while, Hoffa was relieved. After old Patty left, only he and little Patty were left in the cellar of the old windmill. They were tied to the same post. I can't move."I will kill him." Little Barty said in a low trembling voice.

"Don't think about it." Hoffa warned him.

"Why don't you resist? In your power, it should be easy to kill my father Asked little Barty in a low voice.

"It's not time." Hoffa looked at the sunlight coming down from the top of the old windmill and said bitterly, "and even if it's time, I won't kill your father."

"Why?"

"I won't kill any more."

"Yes."

Little Barty's voice didn't make much noise.

"You can't kill him. He's your father." Repeated Hoffa.

"Don't preach to me," said little Barty, suppressing his anger.

"I didn't preach to you. If you kill him, the Ministry of magic will kill you too. They will put you back in Azkaban and let the Dementors drain your soul."

"So what, it can't be worse than it is now."

Muttered little Patty.

"You've been to herheim. You should know what it's like. If you really want to die, why should I take you out?"

Little Barty was silent.

"They'll kill you, they won't care about you, they'll forget you, because you mean nothing to them. No one sympathizes, no one mourns, no one fears. "

"I am a meaningless person, Mr. Bach." "I can't do anything, I don't have a goal, I don't have a vision. Only when I help others, can I find a little value of existence."

"Shut up

Hoffa suddenly became angry. He seemed to see the shadow of his past in little Patty. The shadow was so deep-rooted that he still couldn't completely abandon it. But he was so disgusted with the vine like mediocrity.

"Can't you find something for yourself? If you didn't follow Voldemort, would old Barty be so reluctant to see you? "

"What should I do? I don't know what I want. "

Little Barty's voice was not angry: "maybe old Barty is right. I am nothing without him."

"Yes."

Hoffa suppressed his anger and said sharply, "there is a messy room. You sleep in it. You feel dirty. What will you do?"

Little Patty: "I'll ask Shanshan to help me clean up."

Hoffa: isn't Shanshan here

Little Barty: "I..."

Hoffa: "will you clean up by yourself?"

Little Barty nodded reluctantly: "yes."

Hoffa: what would you do if you cleaned up your room and found it in a mess

"I'll... I'll..."

little Barty clenched his lips and said very difficultly, "I'll clean up by myself, maybe...

" what will you do if you clean up your house and find that your city is in a mess and nobody is cleaning it up? "

Little Barty burst out crying, "Mr. Bach... No one ever told me this..."

Hoffa was a little less angry. He sympathized with little Barty. Although this guy was the worst person he had ever met, if it wasn't for the powerful old Barty, he might not have been so ignorant.

When the man behind choked, he listened in silence, choking gradually stopped, Hoffa said softly: "you don't conflict with your father again, take some soft. When the night comes, I'll get you out of here and promise me to go far away, to leave England, to leave Europe, to leave all the people you know, and not to look back. "

"What do you do? Don't you need my help? "

Little Barty sniffed.

"As long as you can jump out of this damn cycle, it's the biggest help for me." Said Hoffa to himself.