Ivan looked at Crouch, who was kicked to the ground, with pity, straightened his messed clothes, and spoke.

"Don't get so excited, Mr. Crouch, no one hacked into your brain, I just made some reasonable guesses based on intelligence...... That's all! ”

"But it looks like I guessed right, didn't I?" Ivan said half-truthfully.

Regent is not a good word, and no one likes a guy who can read their memories at any time.

Crouch sat down on the ground in a dejected state of silence for a long time.

Moody next to him couldn't help it, and said very annoyedly. "Ivan, what the hell are you playing dumb puzzles? Who is Barty looking for? Why did that man throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire again? ”

"What's the use, you ask, of me? I was just guessing! Ivan shook his head.

Moody didn't believe a word, but there was nothing he could do about Ivan, so he turned his gaze to Barty Crouch and said gloomily.

"You'd better be honest, Barty, you should know I've always been impatient! Or would you prefer me to feed you a little truth elixir? ”

Crouch remained motionless, as if intending to be so passive to the end.

Moody sneered, rummaging through the pockets of his wizard's robes and pulling out a small vial of clear potion that he was about to pour for Crouch.

"Don't do that, Professor Moody!" Ivan pressed Moody's hand, gave him a calm look, and then said to Barty Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch, I have heard many people speak of you.

They told me that you were a man of integrity, seriousness, who had worked against the Mysteries and his army of Death Eaters during your time as Executive Director, tried countless dark wizards, and even imprisoned your own children in Azkaban for the sake of justice! ”

Crouch's expression was slightly moved, and a look of shame appeared on his face, but Ivan's words continued.

"I don't know what you're hiding from us, but you should know that the guy you're looking for is planning something very dangerous, and he has sneaked in and put Harry's name in the Goblet of Fire with the intention of killing Harry!"

Ivan's tone grew higher and higher, and he stared into Crouch's eyes and questioned. "We all know that his purpose is more than that, do you really want to continue to hide it? Professor Dumbledore once said that you are the most trustworthy person in the Ministry of Magic, and I hope you will be worthy of his evaluation and stop being wrong... Mr. Crouch! ”

Ivan's words struck Crouch's heart like a bell, and he closed his eyes in pain, and was silent for a long time before he spoke quietly.

"I'm sorry, he saw the wrong person! I'm not that noble......"

"But you're right, Hals, at least I can't go on wrong......" Crouch struggled to his feet with the blanket, no longer as decadent as before, and somewhat regained some of his spirits.

Ivan smiled, waved his wand and beckoned a few chairs, motioning for everyone to sit down and talk slowly.

"Can you show me that note again?" Crouch didn't rush to sit down, looked at Moody, and asked.

Moody, of course, had no objection, and took out the note with Harry written on it again and handed it to Crouch.

Crouch reached out and took it, stroked the handwriting on it, and said wistfully. "This is the handwriting of my son Barty Jr., I know him very well, I can never be mistaken!"

"Wait... Your son? Moody looked surprised, as if he had seen a ghost, "If I'm not mistaken, didn't he die in Azkaban more than ten years ago?" Several Aurors also witnessed his body being buried. ”

"Or is that body not your son at all, and you are trying to replace the person?" Moody's was quick to think about that.

"Yes, I made my dead wife drink Polyjuice Potion and turn her into little Barty, fooling the Aurors and Dementors......" Crouch explained bitterly.

"No wonder, when I was on trial, I thought you were really so selfless, but I didn't expect you to plan it from the beginning, and hit your dying wife with your attention, planning to use her to save your reputation and son!" Moody said with a sneer, tugging at Crouch's collar, eager to punch him directly.

"Calm down, Professor Moody, we should have heard Mr. Crouch say it first!" Ivan hurriedly played the round, lest the two of them fight on the spot.

After reading the original book, he knows very well that Crouch is indeed a selfless person, and the trial of Barty Jr. was also in accordance with the process, and he had no selfish motives.

It's just that in the end, he can't withstand his wife's bitter pleading - after all, saving little Barty is the last wish of his dying wife!

Ivan looked at Crouch's eyes with more and more pity, he had done countless good things in his life, shining for the cause of the anti-dark lord, but he was soft-hearted and made a big mistake, this wrong thing was enough to make him lose his reputation for half a lifetime!

Under Moody's reprimand, Crouch looked repentant, he didn't mean to explain at all, and he didn't throw all the blame on his wife.

After all, no matter what the process is, it is he who ultimately makes this decision.

Wrong is wrong!

Crouch sighed deeply, skipped the topic, and began to tell how he had brought Barty Jr. home, cast the Imperius Curse on him, and ordered the house-elf Twinkle to monitor Barty Jr. at all times.

"I've been very careful, I thought I could hide this secret, but I didn't expect it to be discovered......" At this, Crouch's face became very depressed, and he didn't speak again for a while.

"Is it this witch named Bertha Jorkins?" Ivan spoke for him, took the Daily Prophet on the table, flipped through one of the pages, and threw it in front of the two of them.

Moody leaned forward to take a look, the back of the Daily Prophet contained the news of the disappearance of a witch from the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation, and after a little thought, he immediately figured out the information contained in it.

"Barty, you killed her? Just because she found out your secret? Moody glared at Crouch in annoyance.

"No, I didn't kill her, I just cast a strong amnesia spell on her, and I don't know where she went after that or how she disappeared." Crouch quickly shook his head and opened his mouth to explain.

"Who knows if what you're saying is true......" Moody said sarcastically, never believing the words of any prisoner, even if the person in front of him was his former boss.

(End of chapter)