Staggering to avoid the deadly spell, Ning An counterattacked in the next second, he raised his hand, his wand seemed to pull the invisible air, something was brewing silently

"Blazing—"

A light flame leaped from the tip of his wand and turned into a small snake spitting letters, and Lukewood's laughter rang out, "Oh my God—that's your magic, for God's sake, don't make me laugh—hahaha—"

The little snake snaked its body and pounced on the Death Eaters, but after only a centimeter of progress, the snake's body became several times larger, half a human tall, and the flames greedily scorched the oxygen around it, and Lukewood couldn't laugh anymore, he raised his wand and aimed it at the snake's head, and the other Death Eaters did the same.

"Go-"

Ning An stirred his wand, and suddenly, the fire snake gathered up, like blowing up a balloon, and suddenly swelled more than ten times, and now it was seven or eight meters high, burning brightly, even if it was far away, you could feel its heat.

"Damn it, back off!" Barty Crouch Jr.'s screams were drowned out by the shouts of the giants in the valley, and through the flames, Ning An could see the Death Eaters trying to retreat in a hurry, Bellatrix? Lestrange rolled up from the ground, aimed his wand at Ning An, and let out a wild shriek

"You should try this—dig into the bones!"

The red light went straight to Ning An's chest, and a small transparent glass bottle fell out of his pocket and shattered, and a stream of transparent smoke like potion converged into an invisible shield in the air, and the Drill Heart Curse was silently rebounded back, hitting the ground beside Bellatrix, blasting a large crater.

Jason raised his wand and aimed it at the sky, a dark green spark erupted, scattered in the night sky, and turned into a big snake hissing and spitting letters, the snake was dark green, exuding a shining brilliance, breathtaking, the snake's eyes were fiery red, making the whole snake seem to come to life, and the snake letter at the front flashed and flashed, dazzling.

The Death Eaters realized that things might be getting worse, "Clear water as a spring!" Dolokhov tried to use water to extinguish the fire, but this did not have any effect, but made the flame burn even more.

"Let's all stay—" Ning An shouted, flicking his wand and drawing a circle in front of him, and the giant serpent formed by the fierce fire suddenly dispersed, forming a five-meter-high wall of flames, blocking the retreat of the Death Eaters and encircling them, followed by a continuous, sharp and piercing "crackling" explosion sound all around.

Fleur felt as if she had returned to the Triwizard Tournament, the night in the graveyard, the flames were raging, she was not surrounded, the Death Eaters had left her alone in the beginning, and wizarding apparitions were constantly appearing on the hillside, as if some great wizarding gathering was taking place here.

Dressed in black cloaks and hoods, they looked more mysterious than the Death Eaters, as if they had come prepared, and at the moment of manifestation, the group of wizards joined the battle, and the light of the spell appeared frequently, and in an instant, even more dazzling flashes of magic illuminated the night.

"Let's go, let's go—these damn — scumbags—get out of here first!"

Little Barty? What is Crouch still roaring at, Antonin? Dolohov had already waved his wand, and with a "crackle" sound, he disappeared without a trace, and Bellatrix on the ground seemed to have finally woken up to the fact that now they were plotted against him, and he didn't even have time to leave a vicious word, and with a flick of the wand, she also disappeared with a "snap".

"Oops, forget about the anti-phantom shift," Ning An patted his head lightly, as if he didn't care about Bella and Dolokhov's escape, "but in that case, the others won't be able to get by." ”

"Are you alright?" Hermione rushed over, carefully looking at Ning An's body, speaking of which, in fact, the whole process, from Ning An pushing her away, to now, it was only a moment, her face was full of worry, for a moment, Hermione thought about what would happen if Ning An was really hit by the killing curse.

This was the first time she really faced a group of Death Eaters, and at this time, Dumbledore's words really left an impression on Hermione's mind, this is the Death Eaters, Voldemort's men, a group of people who treat human life like a mustard.

"I'm fine," Ning An comforted Hermione and looked at the last two who were also preparing to apparition, "I can't let you get your wish-"

He flicked his wand violently, and the flames spread to Augustus at great speed? At Lukewood's feet, like a swift viper, lightning struck, biting his ankle, and the flames went up, not giving him the slightest chance to react, and in the blink of an eye, it covered half of his body.

"Ahh Don't—no, no—" August rolled desperately on the ground, but could only watch helplessly as the flames raged, growing brighter and stronger, as if they would burn on forever.

"Save me, Barty—help me—" has completely turned into a fire man, and August struggles to grab /zhu little Barty? Crouch's leg, which broke Barty Jr.'s spell, kicked August away with all his might

"Get out of here, let go of you madman—do you want to bother me!" How could he still not see this magic, even if the black magic like Lihuo was touched even a little, it was fatal, and he was willing to give his life for the Dark Lord, but it didn't mean that he wanted to be for Auguste? Lukewood is dying, and Barty Jr. is very clear at this point.

"No, you can't, damn it, bastard - help...... I ......" Lukewood's cries for help were getting weaker and weaker, and life was about to disappear in an instant, and the fragile was no more fragile than the wild grass growing unbridled on the other side of the mountain.

"Is that how you treat your fellow man, Barty?" A dark shadow appeared in front of little Barty, he was wearing a black robe, the whole person was shrouded in a cloak, and he held a magic wand in his hand, pointing at little Barty, who seemed to be about to apparition in the next second.

“…… Save...... The ...... "Flames lick August's stiff corpse, and it doesn't take much effort for dark magic like Flame to kill a flesh-and-blood human, but Barty Jr. doesn't have time to pay attention to such a thing right now."

Ning An waved his wand and rushed towards the tip of the wand like a tired bird returning to its nest, all of them were sucked in, except for the melting snow and ice and the scorched earth, it was as if nothing had happened on this hillside, and little Barty licked /le/ licked his lips, his already pale face became bloodless at this moment, because the cloaked man standing in front of him was slowly taking off his cloak.

Hermione pulled Fleur away from the crowd and whispered to her where Hagrid and Lady Maxim were, Jason and Zancas stayed next to them, and Ning An Shi Ran walked towards the surrounded little Barty, and the crowd automatically separated a way for him.

"But there's nothing strange about it, Barty," the black-robed man closest to little Barty walked towards him, slowly lowering the hood on his head, revealing a pale and haggard face, his waist slightly hunched, his hair grayish-white, Ling/Luan's tied behind his head, and the old iconic, toothbrush-like, small/humil manicured with a sliding ruler long gone.

Buddy? Crouch looked at his son with cold eyes, and slowly spoke:

"I should have noticed that since you came out there, you don't have a heart, you don't have a human heart anymore, and the Dark Lord has put a fake heart on you full of madness and anger - now, it's time for it to be over."

"Father-" Little Barty's straw-colored hair on his head swayed slightly, as if he couldn't believe the identity of the person in front of him, and his tone became tactful, "Father-forgive me-please-"

"Except for your weapons!"

The powerful spell hit little Barty, his wand flew out upside down, and the whole person was also beaten to his knees, Ning An slapped his palm with his wand, and said with a slurp:

"There are so many pairs of eyes staring at you, little Barty, don't think about sneaking up on others, and more—" He glanced at Crouch, whose expression was as calm as an ancient well.

"The wand is flying." Ning An reached out and found Little Barty's wand, and glanced at a black-robed man standing beside him, he could naturally recognize it, it was Linus? Althouse, who understood what Ning An meant, beckoned the others to retreat and leave here, leaving only Old Barty, Ning An and Little Barty in the blink of an eye.

"Father—" Little Barty looked really scared, he shook his head, his straw-colored hair swaying, "Please—father—"

Time seems to have returned to the dungeon of the Ministry of Magic, to that day, the day when the father judged his son, and it was he who sent his son to Azkaban with his own hands, and it was he who rescued him from Azkaban.

Crouch narrowed his eyes and raised his wand.

"No, you can't do that!" Little Barty shouted, "Mother won't agree, Mother won't want you to do this!" ”

Crouch's heart was as hard as iron, and his arm did not even tremble in the slightest, and he pointed at his son steadily, ignoring all words.

"I am thy son, Father—" he cried out, "I am thy son!" ”

"I've said it a long time ago", Crouch said flatly, "You're not my son—"

His expression was as pale as dried ink, "I don't have a son." ”

Little Barty had an agitated look on his face, his eyes bulging outward, his cheekbones sinking deeply, and in the blink of an eye from a look of remorse and begging for mercy, to a frenzied, distorted face.

"Come on—kill me—the Dark Lord has returned, I brought him back to life, and you should be glad I was going to kill you with my own hands!" Little Barty shouted, his eyes full of madness.

"Do it, the Dark Lord will remember me, he will remember my loyalty, hahaha - Crouch, you can't escape, he's back, he'll avenge me, none of you can escape——!"

The green light skyrocketed, and the three figures in the dark night were illuminated, and a person slowly fell over, falling to the ground silently, the moonlight sprinkled softly on the silent hillside, the wand in Crouch's hand drooped, and his whole person seemed to age dozens of years in an instant.

"Thank you—" Crouch turned and said to Ning An in a calm tone, "I only have one last request left—"

Ning An frowned, "Barty, I can understand your feelings-" As soon as the cold wind tightened, the shouts of the giants below the valley gradually weakened, Ning An glanced back, the color of the entire depression seemed to be a little darker, I don't know if it was because it was dyed red by blood.

"But I don't think I can do that."

Crouch looked at Ning An blankly, then looked down at the wand in his hand, opened his mouth, and did not make any sound.

"I won't kill you," Ning An whispered, "That's not relief, believe me, I've been to a world like that—"

"But I—" Crouch's voice finally changed, his tone trembling, almost like the calm he had been, as if the flood that had been intercepted in the levee was finally about to break through the barrier and explode completely.

"But I killed my own son!" He finally couldn't take it anymore and fell to his knees, his wand snapping and rolling away.

"I don't think he will hesitate when he kills you again." Ning An said coldly: "And there will be no remorse, wake up, Barty, your son died a long time ago, and what you are killing now is just a Death Eater who finally Voldemort." ”

Crouch's shoulders trembled, as if he was crying silently, or maybe he really left tears, but the night was too dark for Ning An to see clearly.

"Voldemort bewitched your son, he is the culprit, don't you want to seek revenge on him?" Ning An looked at Crouch, but his ears were still paying attention to the increasingly weak shouts of killing under the valley, and he felt that the time was almost up.

"You stay here and think about it, I've already helped you with one thing, as for this one, I'll leave it to you to decide."

After speaking, he turned around and left, Crouch helped him a lot in Durmstrang during this time, and his understanding of the British Ministry of Magic, those experiences in the past, are undoubtedly a very valuable wealth, if such a person can become a helper, it is definitely beneficial and harmless, not to mention that the Crouch family is also a magic family that has been passed down for a long time, otherwise he would not have a house-elf, and the stored property and connections are all important resources that can be helped.

Skirting the hillside, on the other side, Linus, Nils, and Pani had been waiting here for a long time, and in addition to them, there were also some Sami people who had appeared with their retinue, Ning An looked at Zankas and asked:

"Where's Hermione?"

"She's back to the cave with Miss Delacour and Jason."

"Okay," Ning An nodded, turned his head to look at the wizards around him, and saw that the Sami people were holding the black iron chains of the dragon taming in their hands, and asked with some uncertainty:

"Can you really cuff a giant with this thing?"

"That's how we usually lock the dragon, this chain is absolutely strong, I want to use it to bind the giant, it shouldn't be a problem."

Ning An saw the affirmation of what Zancas said, listened to the gradually weakening shouts in the valley, and said softly:

"Let's walk together, don't get separated, first look for those injured and lone giants, don't attack alone, it's better to attack one person at the same time, otherwise the spell is not strong enough, I'm afraid it won't be enough to penetrate their skin."