"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Crouch, and I will remember your credit. ”

"What have you done to me?!" Barty Crouch screamed frantically at the crowd in front of him, "Who's reading my memory!" he struggled to break free of the vines that had tied him to his chair, only to find that the harder he tried, the tighter he was bound.

"Don't waste your efforts, Mr. Crouch, these are snake vines, and the more you struggle, the tighter you are bound, and even trolls can't use brute force to get rid of snake vines. A man in black with a hood said.

"What did you see!" Barty Crouch roared, giving up the struggle.

"I've only borrowed the bits and pieces of memory in your head, Mr. Crouch, it's not a big deal, my Guardian Retrieve was very successful and didn't cause any permanent damage to your brain. ”

"Do you think you'll be able to tie me up here! St. Mungo will soon find out I'm missing, and the Aurors will find you damned black rats. Barty Crouch cursed the group in front of him with the most vicious words he could think of.

"I'm afraid Saint Mungo wouldn't particularly care about a former Ministry of Magic official who has gone out of breath. A burly, bearded man hummed, "Especially a stubborn old man like you who doesn't have a very normal brain. ”

"Ivan McGregor, I know you. Barty Crouch looked up at the burly bearded man, "You damn bitch! You've been permanently expelled from the Ministry of Magic in England, you bastard, I shouldn't have let you go in the first place!"

"You're mistaken, Crouch. Ivan raised his huge fist, "You should get on your knees and ask for my forgiveness." ”

"Vomit ......"

Ewan McGregor's fist slammed into Barty Crouch's lower abdomen, and Barty Crouch, who couldn't dodge, took the punch solidly.

"This punch counts as interest for you arresting me more than a decade ago, Crouch. Ivan said, "I have to correct what you just said, it wasn't you who let me go." ”

Crouch spat bloodshot at the ground, "Damn the remnant of the red robe, I hope you get a Dementor kiss soon." ”

Ivan was furious, clenched his fist and tried to teach Barty Crouch a lesson.

"Stop, Ivan. The man in black said.

Ivan withdrew his fist, "You're in luck, Crouch." ”

Crouch glanced at Ivan contemptuously, "It seems that you have found another master, Ivan, is Voldemort okay?"

This time, Ivan didn't spare his hand, he slapped Barty Crouch. "Crouch, it seems that you are really out of luck, Dumbledore and his Order of the Phoenix didn't tell you something? Oh, by the way, Dumbledore is busy as his Minister of Magic, and I'm afraid he doesn't have time to take care of your old friend who has committed an accident - you don't know who we are at this moment. ”

"What if you know, what if you don't know?" Barty Crouch's hair was disheveled, "it's just a bunch of black rats, I suppose Voldemort is looking for you!"

"You are wrong, Mr. Crouch. The man in black said, his voice was young, but his face was covered by a hood, and Barty Crouch couldn't see his face in the dimly lit room. "It's Voldemort who's looking for us, not him. ”

"Hmph. Barty Crouch narrowed his eyes, trying to see the face of the man in black.

"I have invited you here, in addition to learning about some old things, and I want to invite Mr. Crouch to join us. The man in black said.

"Are you kidding by joining you? I can't be in the company of black rats!"

"It's irresponsible to jump to conclusions - it may have something to do with Mr. Crouch not knowing us well, so ......"

The man in black reached out and removed the hood from his head.

"The premise of building trust is that we know each other, so maybe we should start by identifying who we are? ”

Barty Crouch had a terrified look on his face, "No !!!"

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"No !!!"

Harry lay upright on the bed, snorting and panting, as if he had been running. He woke up from a very vivid dream, his hands pressed tightly to his face. Beneath his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar ached fiercely, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot wire against his skin.

Harry ran his fingers over the scar again, still in terrible pain. Harry took out a small round mirror and looked at the scar on his forehead in the mirror, and there was nothing unusual about it, but it still hurt painfully.

"What the hell is going on. Harry touched his scar to himself, he had just been lying in bed and taking a nap for a while before he had such a vivid and strange dream. (To be continued......)