He's my son Barty Jr., and this picture was taken last year, but I don't think much has changed now. Crouch said with emotion.

"Thanks, Mr. Crouch, your information should be very helpful." Ivan took a few looks, then put the photo away.

"No, I'm causing you trouble!" Crouch shook his head, said with a wry smile, then looked at Ivan, hesitated for a moment, and asked again.

"Hals, I would like to ask, why are you so obsessed with finding my son Barty Jr.?"

Crouch was puzzled by this.

Naturally, he didn't want to exonerate little Barty by asking this, but he hoped that his son could be caught as soon as possible to make up for his previous mistakes.

But Crouch thinks that such things should be left to the principals and teachers, and shouldn't a child of Ivan's age focus on his studies and life?

What's more, Ivan is still a Hogwarts Warrior and has just won the second game, so it stands to reason that it is the time for Shiman to celebrate with his friends.

"Mr. Crouch, Harry is my best friend, and now that he is in danger, I certainly can't let it go......," Ivan explained.

There is another important reason why Ivan did not say it, and that is that Barty Crouch Jr. intended to send Harry to Voldemort so that the Dark Lord could be reborn.

In order to survive for a few more years, Ivan felt that it was better to stir up Voldemort's resurrection plan, which was why he was so concerned.

Is it for friends and a sense of justice in your heart? Crouch looked at Ivan with a somewhat complicated expression, once upon a time he had a similar philosophy......

Crouch patted Ivan on the shoulder with emotion, and after a few words of encouragement, he turned to leave.

Ivan had a new clue and stopped talking to Crouch, and walked all the way downstairs towards the Great Hall.

Entering the foyer, Ivan found that he was a little late, and the long tables of the four colleges were already full, but fortunately, Harry, Ron, and Hermione had left a vacant seat for themselves, and Ivan hurriedly walked over and sat down.

"Ivan, where have you been? George: They had a celebration in the lounge in the afternoon, but they didn't wait for you. Harry asked curiously.

"I found an empty classroom where I practiced magic... You know, I've never been a big fan of celebrations, so I might as well read two more books when I have the time. Ivan said vaguely, and tapped the empty plate in front of him with his wand, and a fragrant steak appeared in front of him.

"You should have told me in advance, if you knew I wouldn't be going." Harry sighed, and he couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground when he thought of the "enthusiastic" Gryffindors that afternoon.

Due to Ivan's absence, most of the lion cubs transferred their fire to him, and kept asking him to repeat the dangerous experience at the bottom of the lake, as if he couldn't get tired of listening to it at all.

George and Fred even made up a love story about his rescue of Ginny, and teased Ginny as his most beloved baby......

Harry kept complaining about George and Fred's pranks, but Ivan didn't hear what Harry was saying, and his attention was already on the little wizards with a sweet tooth.

But Ivan looked around and soon realized that it was too difficult to find Barty Crouch Jr. based on his sweet tooth.

Because most young wizards have a special preference for sweets, if you check them one by one, when do you have to find out?

Ivan frowned, disappointed, he had thought he had a crucial clue that he could use to find Barty Jr., but now it seemed that the clue was of limited use.

Bang dang~

Just as Ivan was thinking, a crisp sound suddenly came from the side of the hallway, interrupting his train of thought.

Ivan turned his head strangely to look over there, and saw that it was the reckless Neville who had accidentally bumped into Moody, who was about to leave the Great Hall, and there was an overturned plate on the ground, and the pastries in it were scattered on the ground so casually.

"Hold... Sorry, Professor Moody... I didn't mean to! Neville stumbled to the ground, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Moody's scarred face, and for a moment he couldn't speak.

"Pay more attention next time, boy!" Moody said angrily, dragging Neville to the ground, then flipped his cane and cast a cleaning spell to clean up the broken plates and pastries into the garbage bag.

"Is Professor Moody always like that?" Ivan watched this scene from afar, his heart moved, and he suddenly asked.

"Of course, Professor Moody just looks fierce, but he's actually a pretty good person." Harry nodded, and after most of the semester, his impression of Moody was getting better and better.

Although Moody's tends to be very strict in class, they always learn a lot of new things in Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

"yes, it would be nice if Professor Moody was a little more normal and didn't always suspect that someone was trying to kill him!" Ron on the side also complained and said.

"I'm not asking you that." Ivan rolled his eyes, "I mean, did you notice that Professor Moody likes to have some dessert after a meal?" ”

Harry and Ron looked at each other, then shook their heads together, who cares about this?

Ivan sighed, knowing that he couldn't count on the two of them, so he thought back to himself, he vaguely remembered that when school first started, he had seen Moody take some pastries, doughnuts or something after the meal, but he didn't know if it was often like this.

"Professor Moody does have a habit of eating desserts...... What's wrong? What does this do, you ask? Hermione said suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Ivan put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and asked eagerly.

"I've heard from the house-elves in the kitchen, and Professor Moody sometimes goes to the kitchen in the middle of the night to get them ready for supper." Hermione pouted dissatisfied, and then continued as if she had opened a conversation.

"Those house-elves are pitiful enough, they need to work non-stop during the day, cleaning the whole castle and preparing food for us, and in the evening they should have a good rest, but someone always bothers them in the middle of the night!"

Speaking of which, Hermione also glanced at Ivan, because from what she had learned, Ivan would occasionally go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to force those house-elves to cook.

(End of chapter)