Evan uttered the shocking truth, but looked at Sirius and Mr. Weasley's expressions and clearly didn't believe it. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Batty helped his son escape from Azkaban?!" Mr. Weasley said in surprise, "how could this be, he wouldn't do such a thing." ”

He looked at Evan worriedly, then turned to look at Sirius.

Mr. Weasley had a panicked look on his face, completely unsure of what to do.

It seemed that he wanted the two of them to shout Happy April Fool's Day to him together.

"Aven, I thought you knew Crouch's nature!" Sirius continued to try to persuade him, "believe me, he won't even excuse his son at the Wizengamot trial, let alone break the law to help him escape from prison! ”

"But you also said that Crouch is ruthless, and if there is a way to save his son without being discovered, why wouldn't he do it?!"

"That's Azkaban, the most heavily fortified wizarding prison!" Sirius said impatiently, "and you'll see what it's like there." How did Crouch bring a living person out of there under the watchful eye of thousands of Dementors?"

"Dementors don't have eyes, they can't see around, they can only feel the breath of creatures, which is the main reason why you managed to escape in the first place. Evan relented, "Crouch can fool those Dementors with a little trick. ”

"What tricks?" Sirius asked, frowning tightly.

"Polyjuice potion!" said Aven softly, "he used Polyjuice Potion to make his wife look like a son, and the Dementors couldn't see it, they could only smell a healthy person and a dying person walking in, and a healthy person and a dying person leaving." ”

After Evan finished speaking, neither Mr. Weasley nor Sirius spoke.

The expressions on their faces were extremely shocked, as if they wanted to find a loophole in this plan, but after thinking about it for a long time, they found that there was no way to refute Aven.

"Is there any evidence?" Sirius asked.

"No!" Evan shook his head, he really didn't have any evidence, "if you're willing to search Crouch's house, use a truth potion on him, or inspect his wife's grave, maybe you'll get something." ”

"Crazy, completely insane!" said Mr. Weasley, "and whoever dares to do such a thing to the most powerful official of the Ministry of Magic will immediately go home or be sent to the hospital for examination." IMHO, I think you should check it out as well. ”

"Alright, Arthur!" Sirius said heavily, "Evan is just under too much pressure, and if we are cursed, we must not be much better than him." ”

"But ......"

"It's all your reasoning, a crazy reasoning!" Sirius said, looking at Evan earnestly as if he were meeting him for the first time, "Aven, if I hadn't known you well, I would have thought you had been overwhelmed by Voldemort's curse." ”

"We'd better not talk about it!" Mr. Weasley whispered, "Barty Crouch helped his son escape from prison, and it's crazy enough to think about it." ”

"But what I just said, it does happen. Evan said.

To be honest, he was a little frustrated.

There was no way to convince Sirius, Mr. Weasley, and the others, and Barty Crouch's positive image was too deeply ingrained.

If you continue to talk about it, you are just making others doubt yourself.

Revealing these in advance is just asking for trouble, and only time will tell.

Since we can't nip everything in the bud, we can only think of a way in the next semester.

When the time comes, things will be a little easier with the help of the Live Spot Map.

"What you're saying is possible, but I'm still saying that, you don't know Barty Crouch, he wouldn't do this kind of thing, he's ...... sure"

"Don't let your guard down, anything is possible!"

Just then, an old voice rang out from inside the oak gate behind Aven.

The door opened, and Sirius dodged to keep Evan in his back, pulling out his wand as fast as he could, looking warily ahead, and quickly lowering it.

Evan poked his head out and saw a very old man standing in the doorway.

He was on a long cane and wrapped in a black traveling cloak.

Seeing the other party's face, Ai Wen was taken aback and subconsciously took a half step back.

The face seems to have been carved out of a piece of decaying wood, and the carver has only a vague idea of what a human face looks like, and he is not very good at using a carving knife. Every inch of skin on his face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a crooked gap, and the place where his nose should have bulged was gone.

And the most terrifying thing about this man was his eyes, one of which was small, black and shiny, and the other large, round like a coin, and a vivid bright blue.

The blue eye moved unblinking, up and down, left and right, completely unrelated to the normal eye.

Then, the blue eye rolled and burrowed into the man's head, and only a large white eyeball could be seen.

Avan was stunned by this strange appearance, and stared at the other intently.

Almost instantly, he knew who this guy was, Mad-Eye Moody.

Moody looked at Evan and Sirius, and walked over on crutches.

"Blake, I've seen your recent report, so you're innocent!" he held out a hand, which was as scarred as his face.

"Yes, I've been proven innocent!" Sirius shook his hand, and the other moved closer again.

"Your family's traditions aren't good, Dumbledore wants to believe you, but I do!" he said politely, turning his gaze back to Aven.

"I'm sorry I overheard your conversation, but if you want to secretly speak ill of a high-ranking Ministry official next time, you'd better not choose this kind of place. ”

His normal eyes were fixed on Aven, and the blue eyes kept turning around in their sockets, "But I have to say, I just heard a wonderful reasoning, very wonderful, I haven't heard such reasoning for a long time!"

"Thank you!" replied Evan subconsciously.

"Little one, you have the potential to be an Auror, I like you very well!" he reached into his travel cloak, pulled out a curved wine bottle, and took a large sip.

As he raised his arm to drink, the cloak that was dragging on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and Evan saw a few inches of carved wooden prosthetic legs exposed underneath, and a claw-shaped foot underneath. (To be continued.) )