In the crowd in the Quidditch stands, Hoffa and Nicol Lemay sat in the second row, surrounded by fans dressed in the traditional costumes of various countries.

They waved their arms, their foreheads covered in sweat, and cheered for their country's team with excitement. Even the elderly Nicol Lemay stretched his neck long at the moment and stared at the middle of the arena without blinking.

At this moment, the game in the arena is close to white-hot. The ferocity of the game now was more ferocious than any Hofa had seen in the past.

The firebolts whizzed past, lightning fast, and the batsmen on both sides showed no mercy, not caring whether the rods in their hands hit the ball or the person, and only swung wildly with all their might.

One player was hit in the waist and almost fell off a broomstick.

"Mustafa scolds Bulgarian goalkeeper for hitting man - elbow too much!" Ludo Bagman shouted to the noisy crowd, "Ah, yes, Ireland penalty kicks!"

In the middle of the Quidditch arena, the leprechauns rose into the air in anger like a swarm of glittering hornets, and now they quickly formed the words "Ha-ha-ha-ha!" together. On the other side of the arena, Mei Wa jumped up and angrily shook their hair.

"Foul!"

Hofa's supporters of the Irish team shouted in unison. They all stood up, forming a huge green wave.

"Foul!" Ludo Bagman's magically amplified voice repeated the words, "Dimitrov touched Moran - deliberately flew over and rushed - he would have been awarded a penalty - yes, the referee blew the whistle!"

Nicolelemay excitedly pushed Hoffa, "Look, foul, foul, it's definitely going to fight!"

But Hoffa was a little lacking in interest, and after entering the arena, he always had a lingering sense of anxiety and oppression in his heart, which came from nowhere, making him unable to concentrate on watching the game.

Finally, when the Irish team's penalty officer stood in front of the ring, he leaned into Nicol Leme's ear and said, "I'll go out and find Barty Jr." ”

"Now?"

Nicol Lemay exclaimed, "It's so beautiful, let's look for it after reading it, it's not too late." ”

"No, it won't take too long, I'm afraid that after the end, there will be many people and I won't be able to find him. ”

Nicol Lemay looked a little unhappy, like a friend who failed in an Amway movie, frowned and said, "Okay....... Go and get back quickly, and don't let anyone from the Ministry of Magic find out. ”

"Understood. ”

After saying that, Hoffa gathered his clothes, quickly bypassed the crowd, and walked towards the top box of the Quidditch pitch.

Since Nicol Lemay pretended to be Ali Bashir and was just a businessman, he naturally couldn't sit in the box of the Ministry of Magic official on the top floor, but the distance was not far, only a few dozen meters away from the stairs.

Thinking that the Harry Potter trio was right above him, Hoffa couldn't help but quicken his pace. If he remembered correctly, Barty Crouch Jr. should have been sitting in the box where the Minister of Magic and Harry were at this time.

Walking up the stairs to the door of the box on the top floor, Hoffa saw two Aurors in black robes standing at the door of the box, motionless.

Out of caution, his ghost walk vanished.

However, when he walked up to the two Aurors, he found that they were leaning against the wall with their eyes closed, their heads shaking up and down slightly.

What a laziness, Hoffa thought to himself. This kind of noisy place can be dozing.

He didn't wake the two of them up, and quietly walked into the top floor box, without alarming anyone.

At this moment, all eyes were on the arena, and Hoffa could see a row of red-haired young men, who were supposed to be the children of the Weasleys. A few men and women with pale blonde hair, who were supposed to be members of the Malfoy family. There was also a boy with black hair, who was supposed to be the back of Harry's head, and a girl with curly maroon hair, who was holding a brass telescope and staring at the court, which was supposed to be Hermione Granger - thinking of his former goals, Hoffa felt that he was so childish and cute in the past.

After standing in the doorway and looking around, Hoffa found a serious problem. Everyone described in the original book is here, but Barty Crouch Jr. is not there, not even the house-elf named Twinkle.

This made him frown, could it be that this is the legendary butterfly effect, he saw Barty Crouch the elder during the day, which caused him to become alert and not release his son at night?

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to hesitate, strode out of the box, and quickly rushed to the outside of the court, he wanted to go to Old Barty's house to confirm the facts.

The cacophony of the Quidditch pitch faded away, and he stepped into his familiar territory, where there was no one outside the empty tent area, and the fog of the swamps of South Wales was on schedule, and with it some strange low temperature.

This low temperature made Hoffa shiver, how could it be so cold?

Click.

The sound of a tree branch being trampled on came from a distance, and it was extremely subtle.

But it was accurately caught by Hoffa, who slowly turned around and tilted his ears sideways, and in the dense forest behind the tent, the sound of conversation came into his ears.

"...!...!Please, beg, haha..."

"Little master, you can't leave, the master said, if you leave, he will kill you!"

"You think I'm going to be scared of death, huh? You, you think I'm going to be scared of death?"

"I don't, little master, Sparkle begs you....."

"Get down on your knees and hold on!"

"Ah, here?"

"Can't you hear me?"

Tell me about it.

"Hmm..."

In the moonlight, Hoffa's golden eyes widened suddenly, and the bits and pieces of strange information made him realize something, and he slowly drifted like a ghost towards the place where the sound came from.

After entering the dense forest, he saw a very strange and abnormal scene. This surprised Hoffa for about a fraction of a second, but then he was relieved, he had even experienced the fact that he had broken himself with one shot, what was this kind of thing?

I'm afraid that after little Barty came out of Azkaban, his spirit has already been tortured by the Dementors.

He simply stood at the edge of the woods, crossed his shoulders and watched the transparent little Barty finish his work, and then kicked the house-elf away in disgust. Since the creature was wearing an invisibility cloak, he could only see a strange thing floating in the air, and then the house-elf fell to his knees and coughed violently.

The image was a little disgusting, and Hoffa turned his head away and slowly emerged from the darkness behind the trees.

"Good interest, Barty. ”

The sound of messy footsteps trampled on countless branches, the sudden appearance of a bald head frightened the man under the invisibility cloak, and the elf with huge ears on the ground screamed frantically in fright.

Hoffa lifted a finger and the screaming stopped abruptly.

The tree behind the house-elf suddenly comes to life and locks the house-elf's mouth with a branch.

Hoffa stood in front of the empty roots and stopped.

"Lift the cloak, I need to talk to you. ”

"Gege ......"

The teeth collide up and down, making a slight rattling sound.

There was nothing in front of him.

Hoffa's head turned slightly, "Don't be afraid, don't retreat, I can see you." ”

"Who are you!?"

There was a roar of terror from the empty roots, and a young man with light yellow hair and scrawny skeleted jerked off his cloak, picked up a stone from the ground, and slammed it into Hoffa's head.

Hoffa didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he simply rolled up his sleeves neatly and exposed his dark mark in front of him.

The young man who smashed the stone in the air changed his posture in the frantic running, and changed from a desperate David directly to a eunuch who saw the emperor's holy decree in ancient times.

Ugh.

He knelt and dragged three or four meters, rolled up a pile of leaves, slid in front of Hoffa with his knees, raised his hand to look at his arm, and said in disbelief: "You..... You are, master's..... Servant?"

"No, I'm his friend. Hoffa said lightly: "It was your master who asked me to come to you, and he needs you more than ever." ”

After saying this, Hoffa regretted it, because the eyes of the thin young man with light yellow hair in front of him were quickly moistened, and he wiped his tears, trembling and choking, and said, "I..... I'll just ..... I knew it, I knew it..... On this day, I knew..... This day, the master, the master has not forgotten me, the master has not forgotten me......"

As he spoke, he began to cry, and the more he cried, the louder he became.

Not only did he cry, but he also wanted to raise his hand to touch Hoffa's arm, as if he wanted to touch some holy object.

Hoffa never thought that the Barty Crouch he saw was such a Barty Crouch, how could this kind of thing be lurking in Hogwarts for a whole year without being discovered?

Seeing that his snot and tearful fingers were about to touch his arm, Hoffa raised his leg and kicked him in the chest, kicking him back.

But after he was kicked, not only did he not get angry, but he did not stop, but he got up from the ground with a roll, rushed to the tree where the house-elf was bound, put his arms around the house-elf, and said in ecstasy: "Twinkle! Twinkle! My master needs me, my master needs me!!"

He was so ecstatic that he frantically kissed the domestic elf on the cheek several times.

The poor house-elf looked at Hoffa in the distance with frightened eyes, unable to make a sound, and trembling incessantly.

"The master needs me, the master needs me, the master needs me!"

Barty Crouch Jr. shook his head and muttered to himself like a mantra, and then, with a sharp turn of his head, looked at Hoffa, and strode towards him, his eyes full of frenzy and madness.

Hofa was disgusted by the madness, and he stepped back without a sign and raised his finger.

Barty, who was running wildly, was restrained by vines and fell to the ground. Then, with a snap of his fingers, an electric current flashed through the vine, sending Barty Crouch Jr.'s hair upside down and unable to speak.

"Have you calmed down?"

He crouched down in front of Barty Jr.

"Master, where is the master, tell me where the master is?"

Barty Jr. is still fanatical.

Yes, another burst of electricity.

"Have you calmed down?"

Hoffa asked cruelly.

"Bastard, I am my master's most loyal servant, and you dare to do this to me!" he scolded at the mouth foaming at the mouth.

Multiply!!

This time the current is several times more powerful than just now.

Electric's little Barty straightened up, emitting a scorching stench, and the flashing of electricity in the distance struggled violently, and his eyes overflowed with tears.

Hoffa slowly let go of his fingers.

"Have you calmed down?"

Little Barty stared at him with a dead eye, looked at him in fear, and said nothing.

Smack.

The vines that bound him loosened.

Hoffa stood up and slowly circled little Barty.

"Voldemort asked me to come to you, so I came, but Voldemort didn't say I wasn't allowed to kill you, so you'd better listen to me. ”

"How do I know... What you're saying is true... It's fake!"

Hoffa raised a finger, and little Barty immediately shut up and curled up into a ball.

"Hmph," Hoffa sneered and let go of his fingers, "Your master has a plan for resurrection, and he needs you, so I'll take you out of here, you know." ”

"I understand, I understand. ”

Barty Crouch Jr. finally came to his senses, and he crawled to the feet of Hoffa, and said impatiently, "When are we leaving, Mr. Baldhead?" ”

"What do you call me?"

The veins on Hoffa's head instantly erupted.

"Uh......" Thinking of the terrible current, little Barty immediately shrank back and asked weakly, "That.... So what should I call you?"

"You can call me Mr. Bach. ”

Hoffa thought about it and said his surname, the surname Bach is not uncommon abroad, it is the kind of rotten street.

Barty Jr. immediately got into the groove, "Then may I ask Mr. Bach if we are going to inform the others of the news of the master's return." ”

"What..... What?"

Hoffa didn't react much to his sudden move.

"My master has been silent for so long, so many people have forgotten about their master, so many people have forgotten how good we are, hum. I saw little Barty turn around in the woods twice, and said with a sneer: "I must let those people know who is the king of the wizarding world and who is the greatest black magician in history." ”

"So?"

Hoffa frowned.

"So I'm going to do something for my master, I'm going to launch the Dark Mark and announce this great moment!"