When Maca stepped on the light of the fire and quietly walked into the headmaster's office with the mad-eyed man, all he could feel was a heavy silence.

Dumbledore sat behind his desk, white light reflected on the half-moon lenses, and his pale blue eyes looming behind the glass.

At the desk, Barty Crouch was standing there with his head bowed, as if recalling something, and his back looked so depressed.

"Mr. Crouch...... It was I who sent your child away with my own hands. ”

Maca's words were not loud, but when they suddenly sounded in the silent headmaster's room, they exploded in Crouch's ears like a thunderclap on the ground.

However, Maca didn't wait for the rebuke and scolding he had imagined, even though he thought it would make the old father feel better.

"Thank you......"

What kind of complicated emotions can make an old father who has just lost his child squeeze out a "thank you" with a dry voice?

The answer came quickly, but it was a little unexpected.

"Thank you for doing what I have never been able to do, I don't blame you ......"

Maca couldn't help but suddenly realize.

He could even imagine how conflicted and painful the old father was when he faced his children who had been doing things partially again and again, and even locked his father in his home and almost starved to death.

Barty Crouch was not a saint who adhered to the concept of good and evil, and he also sacrificed all kinds of care for his family for the sake of his career.

When Barty Crouch Jr.'s identity as a Death Eater was suddenly revealed, it was he, as the director of the Law Enforcement Division, who personally sentenced his son Barty Jr. to Azkaban.

But under the crying and pleading of his seriously ill wife, he still secretly exchanged little Barty from Azkaban, and the price he paid was the little life left of his wife.

He resorted to all means, using the Imperius Charm and the Invisibility Cloak to restrain little Barty in order to prevent his restless son from reappearing in public view and accidentally losing his hard-won second life.

But even so, he still knows his son's character very well.

Truth be told, his own son is smart—even smarter than himself! It is only a matter of time before I quietly break out of my own limitations.

But can a father do something to his own son?

No, if others don't mention it first, at least he can't do it at all, he has understood this from the beginning.

"There's something I think you need to know...... "When it's all over, your son, Barty Crouch Jr., will be known to the masses as a spy against Voldemort." ”

"Although he himself may not be so willing...... But I believe that he will have enough time to think and feel the beauty of being sincerely appreciated and admired by others. ”

"As Professor Dumbledore used to say, death is never the end for a wizard."

Even Maca was far from understanding the true meaning of this sentence, but in this world, I am afraid that there is no one more qualified to say it than him.

"I don't know, can he understand this truth......" Crouch sighed softly, and there was a glimmer of sparkle in his bloodshot eyes.

"Well, there's something else I'd like you to take a look at......" Marka said, looking back at Dumbledore, "Professor, I'd like to borrow your meditation basin." ”

Dumbledore was looking at Maca at the moment, and when he heard the request, he smiled and nodded.

Maca nodded at Dumbledore as well, then turned around and took a few steps, gently pulling open a black cabinet door.

Suddenly, a rippling silver light gradually spread, attracting the attention of everyone present.

In the black vertical cabinet, a delicate white stone platform was placed, and on the stone platform there was a shallow stone basin recessed, and the mouth of the basin was carved with dense circles of letters and symbols.

The silver light came from the contents of the basin, and they looked like liquid, but the slight rise felt like a gas.

It is like a bright piece of mercury, constantly rotating and flowing, rippling layer by layer, elegant and dreamy.

At this moment, Maca pulled her wand from her cuff and pulled it slowly out against her temple, and a bunch of the same silvery-white flocculent was gently pulled out along the tip of his wand.

Memory extraction magic has no spells, and it can be considered a by-product of practicing soul magic.

Generally speaking, any wizard who has mastered both "Occlumency" and "Regent Mind" can do so after some research with some tips of Transfiguration.

After placing the flocculent silver filament into the meditation basin, Maca stirred it with her wand, and the silver circulating in the basin immediately spun faster.

"Mr. Crouch, look—"

He stepped aside, relinquished his position in front of the meditation basin, and gestured with his hand.

Crouch stepped forward and looked down.

The silver object became transparent, making it look like glass. He leaned forward and looked closely, but he didn't see the bottom of the stone basin.

"That's—"

Crouch seemed to see something, and he muttered under his breath, but before he could finish speaking, he found himself in a forest......

"Mr. McLean?"

The first thing he saw was a frowning maca, walking towards him.

But when he tried to go up and ask, he found that Maca, as if she didn't see him, walked straight towards him, and passed through him as he retreated in panic.

"Damn it...... McLean, you're finally here! ”

With a chattering sound of teeth, a mellow but somewhat dry male voice came from behind Crouch.

Crouch turned his head and immediately recognized the man who was sitting by the trunk of a tree, shivering incessantly.

Although he was different from the gentleman of the past who was glamorous in appearance and pretended to be elegant in every way, he would never admit that he was obviously the "great writer" who is still widely loved by women and children in the wizarding world, Gilderoy Lockhart.

And right at Lockhart's feet, Barty Crouch Jr., who was stiff, seemed to be in a deep coma.

"It's ...... In McLean's memory? ”

Judging from Maca's previous behavior, it is not difficult for normal people to analyze this conclusion.

"Don't complain, I know you're cold and hungry here...... But I'm no better than you! Maca waved her hand impatiently and looked at little Barty lying on the ground.

At this time, Maca had just had a terrifying night, and to be honest, it was good that he could leave Luna's hospital room and run to the Forbidden Forest to put an end to it.

"Well, has he ever woken up?" Maca asked.

"No, I've been giving him a stun spell, otherwise I might not be able to fully control him." Lockhart folded his arms and shuddered.

"It's good that you finally know that you can't make a fire here to keep warm......"

Maca said, crouching down and stretching out her wand, and nodding at little Barty.

The next moment, little Barty, who was still unconscious, immediately woke up, squinting his eyes and looking at the situation around him vigilantly.

"Barty Crouch, Jr., can you figure out what's going on?"

Under Maca's seemingly impatient questioning, little Barty immediately widened his eyes and struggled in exasperation, touching his waist but not finding his wand.

"Don't resist, you don't have a chance."

Maca just flicked her wand in front of him, and he immediately fell silent—no way, he was frightened by Maca's soul magic, and the fear that penetrated deep into his bone marrow had taken root in his soul.

For dark arts worshippers like Barty Jr., it's usually the people who are most in awe of the dark arts.

"You betrayed your master! You have betrayed the Dark Lord! Little Barty no longer dared to struggle, but he still shouted with a hideous face.

But Maca shook her head.

"Me? Betrayal of Voldemort? He chuckled, "I was never one of his men, even in his presence, I say so......"

With that, Maca thought for a moment, and then continued, "I can give you a chance, a chance to atone for yourself and for your father—as long as you come forward in public to prove that Voldemort has returned in his prime, then you don't have to die, how about it?" ”

"Proof? Hum...... Will you believe what I say? Amusing! Barty Jr. sneered contemptuously and tilted his head to the side.

"Me?" Maca shook her head and said, "No, no, no, it's not me who should be trusted, it's the entire wizarding world!" Do you understand? ”

"Tell you! No way! Little Barty exclaimed, "I will never betray my master!" The Dark Lord's magic is boundless! ”

With a twitch in the corner of her eye, Maca raised her wand, but after a pause, she put it down again.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, you really don't think about your father?" He said coldly, "Even if it's for your mother who died in Azkaban? ”

"Father...... Hahaha! You want me to think about my father, who only has the position of Minister of Magic in his eyes? And for the sake of that ignorant mother who only makes me learn from that stupid father? Hahahaha...... cough cough cough ......"

Little Barty laughed maniacally, waving his arms like a madman, and his laughter was full of scorn at Maca's persuasive words.

On the side, Barty Crouch Sr. was full of pain and remorse - wasn't he the one who raised such an unrepentant son?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

He seemed to be choking on saliva, coughing so much that one wondered if he was going to cough out his lungs.