An inexplicable black shrouded the top of the cave, but all those who were eroded by the black unconsciously changed their form.

Some people have sharp horns, some eyes have become blood-red, some have sharp teeth, some have elongated noses, even Dumbledore has not been spared, his silver beard and hair have turned into black tentacles, and many obsidian crystals have grown on his brain, making him a proper demonic wizard.

Of course, the biggest change belongs to Barty Crouch the Elder.

After shouting out that you are not my son.

His entire body twisted and swelled, turning into a sartre with bent legs and long arms hunched back, and a long tail growing behind his ass.

His mother, on the other hand, quickly shrunk in stature, becoming a house-elf-like creature.

"What happened?"

Miller asked Hoffa.

"Probably that's what they look like in little Barty's eyes, dreams don't usually give people explanations, they only use images to symbolize things. ”

"That's a clear symbol. ”

Miller said to himself, "Why didn't you save him just now?"

"Dreams have nothing to do with reason, only with emotion, do you think we can just take him away from here, no.

I still don't know what the purpose of this dream is, how to overcome my future self. Until we have figured out the intention of this dream, we must not act rashly. ”

Miller was stunned for a moment, and sneered lightly: "It's still none of your business, when facing Aglaia, I can't see that you are so calm." ”

Hoffa's face was unusually hot, and he looked away. However, when little Barty is dragged out of the dungeon by the Dementors, the pitch black is the color of ink, and the entire underground cavern is completely flooded. The boiling voices gradually died out.

"Why is it dark again?"

Miller's voice rang in his ears.

"Don't be afraid. ”

Hoffa said.

After a while, the black color fades away.

A huge gray screen appears in front of Hoffa and Miller, illuminating rows of empty chairs, like the curtain of an old-fashioned movie, with even white digital countdowns on the screen.

3，2，1

At the end of the countdown, a half-bald old man with thinning hair and golden eyes stood on the screen, wearing a suit, and said very politely: "Welcome to Hell Cinema, what is playing for you now is "Father and Son". ”

"WTF? Is that the future you?"

Miller looked at Hoffa in confusion, and Hoffa was also confused. He touched the soft cushion under his butt and the black hardwood armrests beside him, and found that he and Miller were suddenly sitting in a movie theater, just short of popcorn and coke.

Just as he was thinking about it, a popcorn and a Coke really appeared in front of him. The popcorn is fried golden brown and has an enticing milky aroma. Ice cubes swayed inside the Coke, condensing into droplets that hung on the glass.

"What's going on?" Miller looked at the popcorn on his lap. We... We just weren't in... Didn't you just watch Barty Jr.'s trial?"

"It's a dream, there's no logic to it. ”

Hoffa said, taking a bite of popcorn, it really tastes the same as in the real world: "If you come here, you will be safe, see what I want to do in the future version?"

As he spoke, a lake appeared on the screen in front of him, and the lake slowly drew closer, and then a castle appeared, and the scene Hoffa was all too familiar, it was Hogwarts and the Black Lagoon.

He couldn't help but sit up straight, what did he want to do in the future, did he want to play the entire Harry Potter series in front of him?

Just thinking about it, the camera continued to pull in, gradually pulling to the shore of the Black Lake, and two figures appeared in the camera. The sound of an argument also rang out.

"You humiliated me more than ten years ago, and now that others have finally forgotten about you, are you going to make another Longbottom incident!?" the man on the screen scolded loudly.

"The Longbottoms weren't my hands! Bella Straitch did it, why did you push it on my head. The young man shouted loudly and unwillingly.

"What's the difference between what you didn't do and what you did, idiot?" the middle-aged man rebuked harshly: Don't think I don't know what you're trying to do hiding at Hogwarts!

"I didn't, I'm serving a serious wizard now!"

"Serve, you lowly thing, where is your wizard's dignity lost? How can my Crouch family have such a shameless offspring as you!"

"Why do you say that I, aren't you also a dog of the Minister of Magic?"

The people on the screen are Barty Jr. and his father Barty Sr., who are standing by the Black Lake arguing, and the quarrel is gradually escalating.

Syllable!!

Old Barty slapped little Barty in the face, pointed at his nose and scolded:

"How dare you mention Connelly Fudge to me, I could have done a lot in the position of Minister of Magic, but you have messed it up!"

"You deserve it!" Barty stepped back and covered his face, crying sharply, "You are also worthy of being an official of the Ministry of Magic? you can't even manage your own family, and you still have to manage society!?"

Syllable!!

Another heavy slap knocked little Barty's face out of blood, and old Barty roared angrily: "It's against you, dare to say it again?!"

"You still think I was a child?"

Little Barty was so angry that he picked up a stone from the ground and smashed it on Old Barty's head: "Since I was a child, you have locked me in the house alone, one pass is a week, one pass is a week, every time I come back from Hogwarts, you will count that I am not as good as others in my studies, again and again, again and again!!"

"If you can't do it yourself, you have to blame others, and you will make excuses for the rest of your life. ”

"Shut up!"

Little Barty rushed over angrily, held down Old Barty, and roared with exhaustion: "You ruined my life and ruined my self-confidence! I don't even dare to look at the girl I like, I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you!"

"Come on. ”

Old Barty hugged his arms with extreme contempt, didn't pull out his wand, and let little Barty grab him: "Then come, Oedipus, come quickly, kill me, you waste, if you dare to kill me, you will live like a man, but do you dare?"

"You... You..."

On the screen, little Barty was panting, holding a stone, and his hands were shaking.

Off screen, Hoffa and Miller stared at the boss without blinking. None of them expected that little Barty, who had just passed by them, would suddenly run to the screen.

For a long time, the stones did not fall.

"Yes, you are my father..."

Little Barty slowly let go of his hand, took a step back, and lowered the stone.

I saw that his eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't kill you, but I need your apology, you'd better hurry up and say the apology you owe me for decades, and we'll talk about other things." ”

"Dream and apologize to you. You deserve it too. ”

Old Barty on the screen snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

After walking a few steps, little Barty didn't follow, so old Barty turned around and scolded: "Why are you still stunned, you can't understand people, go back and stay honest with me." ”

"Apologies. ”

Little Barty lowered his head and squeezed through his teeth.

Old Barty was really angry, and this time, he took his wand from his waist and swiped it down, turning it into a rope.

He walked forward with the rope, the anger on his face making him look very hideous.

"From childhood to adulthood, there was no day for me to worry, my career was smooth before the family had you, there was more of you, your mother was sick, my work was reduced, and all my ambitions were ruined by your rat. ”

He lifted the rope to Barty Jr.'s neck, but was hit in the head by the rock, and this time it was so powerful that he used all his strength, and blood flowed out on the spot.

"You...!?"

Old Barty clutched his blood-spurting head and looked at little Barty in disbelief.

A successful blow, followed by a stormy attack.

"Don't apologize, don't apologize, don't apologize, don't apologize?"

Little Barty smashed old Barty on the head with a rock like a madman, smashing him to the ground, and the screen was splashed with blood.

Hoffa and Miller opened their mouths, and the popcorn in their hands fell to the ground.

I don't know how long it took to smash, but in the end, the old Barty on the screen collapsed on the rocky floodplain of the Black Lake, his head split into seven petals, almost not humanoid.

Little Barty stood trembling all by himself, carrying a bloodstained stone, looking dazed.

The picture fades away.

Cinemas are plunged back into darkness.

.....

It took a while for Miller's hoarse voice to come from his ears.

"Hmph, it's really a father and son!"

He took a vicious bite of popcorn: "If you want me to say, Barty Sr. deserves it, he reminds me of Adebay when he was younger." ”

Hoffa didn't speak, he still hasn't figured out the meaning of this dream, first show himself the trial of Barty Jr., and then show himself Barty Jr.'s murder of his father, what does his future self want to express?

Just thinking about it.

The movie screen is on again.

......

It's the same little Barty, and the same old Barty.

This time, though, the location had changed, not the Black Lagoon, not Hogwarts. It's some dimly lit basement. There is a dining table in the basement. On the table are a few plates of simple home-cooked dishes, bread, salad, red wine and the like.

Barty and his son are sitting at the dining table facing each other to eat, and a house-elf is diligently helping old Barty open wine and helping little Barty lay out napkins, which is shining.

There are two candles hanging on the wall, and although they are underground, they still seem to have a little warmth and harmony.

The house-elf Sparkle brought a pot of vegetable salad, and Barty looked at the vegetarian food table with a slight frown, and complained, "Sparkle, fry me a steak." ”

Twinkle immediately turned around and walked up the stairs.

"Wait a minute. ”

Old Barty stopped him, only to see him shake his napkin, and said slowly, "Eat fruit tonight." ”

"I said I don't like to eat fruit. ”

Barty Jr. said.

"No one asks you what you like to eat, boy, and, by the way, eating fruit in the evening will keep you in the right spirit for work the next day. ”

"I don't see any work in this basement that I can do. Barty Jr. sneered sharply.

Old Barty glared at him, looking very majestic and dissatisfied. He said slowly: "You invited me to dinner, but you didn't respect my eating habits, is that what the mysterious man taught you?"

Little Barty had a few bruises on his forehead and took a few deep breaths. However, he still sat down slowly, and said to Shining in a loud voice, "Eat fruit tonight." ”

"Okay, little master. ”

Twinkle whispered, fetching a bowl of salad for Barty Jr.

"Say, what's the matter with me?" Old Barty leaned back in his chair relaxed, with some arrogance and pride: "First of all, if you want to leave here, I won't allow it, and if you want to raise the cost of living, I won't agree." ”

"Neither. ”

Little Barty squeezed the fork tightly: "I asked you to eat with me, just to ask, Aunt Polly's daughter, my sister Olive Live, was you sent to Ilvermorny in the United States as an exchange student?"

"Yes, who told you that? Twilight, or Olive herself?"

Barty Jr. didn't speak.

"Twinkle. ”

Old Barty shouted with a cold face, and the elf in the kitchen immediately put down his work and ran down the stairs with a stagger.

"Who told him that Olive was going to Ilvermorny, you or Oliver?"

"It's... It's me..."Sparkle said in horror, rubbing its crumpled apron and said in a panic: "I see that the little master can't receive information from the outside every day, so I ...... So that's it...... So ......"

"My son doesn't need outside information, Sparkle, if there is a next time, don't blame me for giving you a dress. ”

The elf was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot and fell to the ground.

Little Barty clenched his fists with a grim face.

"Alright, let's go down. ”

Old Barty waved his hand in annoyance and chased away the panicked elf.

"Yes, I did send Olive to Ilvermorny, what's wrong?"

"Are you crazy?"

Little Barty said depressedly: "The United States is so far away, Olive has not been in good health since she was a child, and we have no relatives in the United States, why did you send her to such a far place, she is a girl......"

"You think everyone is you?"

Old Barty raised his voice sharply, "Olive she'll take care of herself." ”

"She's only twelve!"

"Some people are already Animagus when they are twelve years old!"

Old Barty was growing in momentum, and it looked like he had to put his son down.

"I've never heard of twelve-year-old Animagus!" Barty Jr. said in shock, "What are you kidding, you didn't have such a decision last month, and you sent her to the United States this month, is it because she secretly came to the cellar to see me last month?"

"Enough!"

Old Barty slapped the table and shook the salad plate: "Don't dictate my decisions, and don't speculate on my thoughts." You just have to approve of my decision and do it!"

After he finished speaking strongly, he bit off the cherry tomatoes on the fork, threw the fork away, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"I could have had dinner in the quiet of the dining-room, but you called me this kind of place, just to tell me this kind of. ”

With that, he got up and left the dimly lit dining table in the basement, got up and walked outside.

"Stop!"

Barty Jr. stopped him coldly behind Barty Sr.

Old Barty turned his head.

"You're afraid that the rest of the family will know about my existence, right, you're afraid that Olive will leak the news of my existence, so you sent her to the United States regardless of her body, right?"

Old Barty was a little surprised, but he pursed his lips, disdained to answer, and continued to walk up.

"Do you only have your seat in your eyes?"

Barty raised his voice, "Do you have anything else in your eyes besides those chairs in the Ministry of Magic?"

Bang!!

Old Barty raised his hand and waved his wand.

The back of the table in front of Barty Jr. was shattered and shattered, and green vegetables and red tomato juice mixed with porcelain shards slowly flowed down Little Barty's face.

"That's right. ”

Old Barty said indifferently, "To tell you the truth, your sister must go to Ilvermorny, and the reason I want to go is because I don't want to see her sneak into the basement to see you, and save you from spoiling the rest of the family!

Listening to his father's words, little Barty sat back in his chair with a pale face, and his lips were not bloody.

"If you want to blame it, blame yourself for being so unbearable. ”

He slipped his wand back into his pocket. Glancing contemptuously, little Barty poured behind the mess of cups and plates, turned to leave.

But just as he stepped onto the basement stairs and was about to walk to the exit.

A silver dinner knife stabbed through the back of his neck, the tip piercing his neck, bringing out a touch of red.

Rub it off!

Little Barty pulled out the knife, and without hesitation, stabbed his father in the neck again, and then pulled it out again, three times in a row.

Boom, blood splattered.

"Ahh

In the midst of the sparkling screams.

The picture fades away, and the cinema is once again plunged into darkness.

.....

.....

"This?"

Miller's popcorn didn't fit in and fell from the corner of his mouth, "This... I thought it was a legendary flashback, how is this... Why did you kill it again?"

Hoffa's expression was solemn, and he didn't understand it, both things seemed very real, and it was little Barty who killed his father. But the cause and place are very different.

Of course, Barty Sr. couldn't have died twice in a row.

No one can, what is the situation?

.....

.....

Just thinking about it, two more people appeared on the screen in front of him.

No surprise, it's Barty Jr. and Barty Sr. again.

This time, there are no bells and whistles.

As soon as the two appeared on the screen, they scuffled wildly together.

This time the scene is neither Hogwarts Black Lagoon nor at the table in the basement. This time it was in a cemetery, and it was raining heavily.

They wrestled together in the mud in front of a tombstone, and both men were covered in mud.

"If you don't give me back, you shameful thing!"

Old Barty pressed little Barty under him and choked him by the throat, which was completely a murderous posture.

Little Barty's face turned purple, and he fell to the ground, his hands touching the ground: "Won't I go back, will I go back and continue to be locked up in the cellar by you as a mouse!?"

"When the rat is also found to be strong by you, you are enough to disgrace me, do you want me to not even have to be the director?"

Old Barty had a bruise on his head, and his arm was even harder.

The sky was thundering and thundering.

Little Barty was filled with grief and anger, tears mixed with rain: "Then in that case, why did you fish me out of Azkaban, what are you doing!?"

"You think I want to save you, waste, it's not that your old mother took pity on you and sacrificed herself to save you, and now, your mother is angry with you, and you still think someone can protect you?"

"My mother wasn't mad at me, you old brute! You know about the Ministry of Magic all day long, and you don't care about her!"

"That's better than you following Voldemort, you stupid, trash, shit-filled shit! You're mad at your mother, and you still have the face to come to the cemetery to see her!"

Old Barty pressed little Barty against the tombstone and pressed his head towards the tombstone: "You and your fox friends have lost my face! You still have the face to quarrel with me......

Bang bang!

After two successive impacts, Barty Jr. turned and dragged his father by the thigh, dragged him to the ground, and then rode on top of him, screaming with all his might:

"Then why me?"

He grabbed old Barty's neck stiffly: "Then tell me why it's me!"

"What is it, why are you? If you speak, you will make it clear to me, don't say half and leave half, who taught you this broken habit!"

Rumble!

A flash of lightning flashed, under the white light.

Little Barty's expression was like a ghost, and he shouted unwillingly:

"Why am I your son, why do you want me to be your son? Why can't it be someone else, why can't I be born in that kind of normal family, why are you never satisfied with me!?"

"Why you!? I want to ask why you're my son?"

Old Barty roared under the lightning: "With a motivated and decent father like me, ordinary people can't ask for it, and I don't know how many excellent young people outside are stammering to be my secretary." Those people are more like people than you even if they pull a bubble of, and you dare to ask why me?"

Old Barty spit in his face, "Don't let me see your stupid face again, disgusting!"

"Then don't give birth to me, I forced you to my mother?"

Little Barty roared, his arm straining.

"There's no chance of doing it all over again," Old Barty also grabbed little Barty by the neck: "If I could do it all over again, I'd rather shoot you on the wall and in the toilet!"

"I'll kill you!"

Little Barty shouted frantically, "You give me death!"

"Let's see who dies first!"

Barty Sr. punched Barty Jr. in the face.

The tearing of the father and son duo has entered a white heat.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt fell from the sky and slashed at the two people. Split two father and son who were beating each other into charcoal at the same time.

The screen is dark again.

......

The screen lit up again.

Barty Jr. Barty Sr. reappears.

......

The screen is dark again.

Barty Jr. kills Barty Sr.

......

Lights up again.

The two appeared.

......

Dark.

Barty Sr. died.

......

Lights up.

Appear.

......

Dark.

Death.

.....

Lights up.

......

Hoffa and Miller sat in this peculiar cinema position, popcorn in hand, and watched with blank faces as the Crouch father and son quarreled again and again, each time in a different place, each for a different reason, some because of big things, some because of trivial things.

And this father and son are simply natural rivals, and there are disagreements on everything. Family, property, style, even eating tastes, sexual orientation, etc., etc...

But no matter what the process is, Barty Jr. will eventually kill Barty Sr. or die with him.

The movies on the screen just go on and on.

over and over

over and over

over and over

Finally, about the twelfth time, Hoffa finally couldn't take it anymore, he stood up and shouted in the movie theater: "What kind of plane, who is showing the movie?