Chapter 483 Little Crouch Kills Father

"Although I did not seize the best opportunity to escape, my actions in the Quidditch World Cup were not in vain. Now there are only two people in my family, my father and me. Later... Later..." Little Crouch shook his head and face. A perverted smile appeared, "My master found me!"

"Go on." George said coldly.

Little Crouch had a smile on his face, "One night, he was held by the servant Wormtail and came to my house. My master knew that I was alive, he knew everything, he knew everything. He knew my father shut me down. At home, don’t let me find him."

"He knows that I am his loyal servant—perhaps the most loyal one. My master has a plan. He needs me, and he came to me near midnight that day. It was my father who opened the door."

The smile on Little Crouch's face grew stronger, as if he was recalling the happiest time in his life.

"Unconsciously, my father was cast by my master. He is now under house arrest and under control. My master forced him to work as usual, as if nothing happened. I was released. He woke up, restored his nature, and gained vitality not seen in many years."

"What did Voldemort ask you to do?" George asked calmly.

"He asked me if I was willing to take all risks for him. Of course I am. I can do anything for him. It is my dream and my greatest wish to prove my loyalty to him. He told me he needs A close friend was placed in Hogwarts, and I immediately accepted the task."

"I want to guide Harry Potter in the Triwizard Tournament, and I have to do something unknown. He has to monitor Harry Potter to ensure that he gets the Triwizard Cup; I want to steal the trophy into a door key, good Bring the first person to catch it to my master."

"The trophy was not replaced with a door key, but turned into a magic trap." George calmly pointed out the mistake.

Little Crouch shook his head and shook his head as if his head was jammed. This question seemed to be beyond his current mind.

He finally thought of something. He shook his head and said intermittently, "...this may be just a step in my master's plan...He has more plans. I don't know. He always So powerful and omniscient... he changed his plan midway..."

Seeing little Crouch's intermittent and unclear answer, George corrected the question again and asked, "Tell me about your actions in the future."

"My master learned that the old Auror Moody will teach at Hogwarts. He asked me to enter Hogwarts instead of Moody. Wormtail and I prepared a compound soup in advance and went to Moody's house together. Di fought hard, and the reaction was loud."

"We finally subdued him in time, pushed him into the dark room of his own magic box, pulled some of his hair, and added it to the decoction. I drank the medicine, became Moody, and took his wooden legs. And magic eyes."

"When Arthur Weasley came to inquire about the Muggles who heard the noise, I was ready. I moved the trash can around the yard, and I told Arthur Weasley that I heard someone break in The yard turned the trash can."

"Then I packed Moody's clothes and black magic detectors, packed them in a box with Moody, and set off for Hogwarts."

"I cast an Imperius Curse on him, but didn't kill him. I need to ask him questions, understand his past, his habits, so that even Dumbledore will not see through. I still need to use his hair. Come to make compound decoction."

"The other materials are easy to get. I stole the African tree snake skin from the underground classroom. When the potions teacher found me in his office, I said that I was ordered to search."

George thought of another question and asked, "How did your father die."

Little Crouch’s face showed the brightest smile, and he happily said, "I killed him. I wanted to kill him early on. The day the master came, I begged him to let me die. Batty Crouch."

His voice became frustrated again, and he looked sullen, "But my master won't let him. He said he still needs my father to live as a cover for the time being. He wants to make sure that everything is as it is, so that no flaws will be discovered."

Then, his face became happier again, and his voice was cheering.

"That idiot Wormtail helped me a lot. He took care of my master and watched my father. My father is also a very powerful wizard. He started resisting the Imperius Curse faster than I, and he quickly woke up. Hidden and didn't send out, used Wormtail's negligence opportunity to escape."

"My master guessed that he had gone to Hogwarts. My father wanted to tell Dumbledore everything, wanted to confess to him, and confess that I was smuggled out of Azkaban. My master told me that my father ran away. I want to stop him at all costs. He allowed me to kill my father His face was filled with contented joy, and his voice was filled with joy, "I'm waiting for my father to arrive Hogwarts, waited for a week. Finally one night, I found him while wandering outside the castle. "

"That was the most wonderful moment of my life, I put on the invisibility cloak. He was walking on the edge of the forbidden forest, and I followed him all the way, wanting to make this wonderful moment stay longer."

He couldn't help but proud in his tone, "Because of this, I almost caused trouble. Potter and Krum suddenly appeared, I waited for a while. I can't hurt Potter, my master needs him. While Potter ran to find Dumbledore, I stunned Krum and killed my father."

Harry looked at the little Crouch in front of him with trepidation, watching him talk about his experience of killing his father in a tone of saying the best things in the world.

"You killed your father," George asked in a flat voice, "how was the body dealt with?"

Little Crouch said with a relaxed look, "I carried him back into the woods and covered him with an invisibility cloak. I saw Harry taking Dumbledore out of the castle, then came out of the woods and walked around behind them. Say hello to them. Dumbledore asked me to find my father."

He continued, "I went back to my father's corpse. After everyone was gone, I chanted the Transfiguration Curse on the corpse and turned it into a bone... Then I put on the invisibility cloak and buried it in Hagrid’s hut. In the newly dug soil, I clapped my hands and went back to sleep comfortably."

There was silence in the faculty lounge, deathly silence, although they had already guessed what happened to Batty Crouch. But from his son, when he heard his son happily talking about the experience of killing him, everyone only thought it was weird. What a weird relationship between father and son.

(To be continued.)