Barty Crouch was lying on the damp floor, staring at little Barty Crouch with his sunken eye sockets.

That face was obviously so familiar, but it looked extremely strange in his eyes at the moment.

"If I could go back in time, I'd rather let the Dementors give you a kiss than let you live." Barty Crouch gritted his teeth and said:

"If your mother had known underground, she would have regretted saving you, and she would have let you rot to death in Azkaban!"

"Don't mention my mother!" Barty Crouch Jr. said with a cold expression.

"Why don't you mention your mother, you killed her......"

"I didn't!" Barty Crouch Jr. roared and raised his wand, and with an explosion, Crouch rose off the ground, flew far away, and fell heavily to the ground.

This anger erupted, and even Barty Crouch Jr. himself did not expect it, so he had to force himself and said angrily:

"I didn't kill my mother! It's you! You killed her! ”

"You coldly imprisoned me in Azkaban, and since then my mother has been sick with thoughts and her health has deteriorated day by day.

Father, you hurt your mother, not me! ”

In the distance, Barty Crouch fell to the ground, his mouth covered in dirt, blood, and dead leaves.

When he heard his son's words, he struggled to get up, but his back spasmed violently, and he must have twisted when he fell.

He slowly hooked a section of the root, and at last he could barely sit up, and said:

"Why did I put you in Azkaban, don't you know?! Didn't you just say that...... You're a Death Eater! ”

"I'm a Death Eater, but you could have saved me, you could have done it easily!" Barty Crouch Jr. angrily pointed at his father and said:

"Dumbledore can testify to Snape and prove that he is innocent;

Narcissa Malfoy could have escaped Azkaban by bribing the Wizengamot jury for a fortune of money to say that her husband was under the Imperius Curse......"

Barty Crouch Jr. stared into his father's eyes, panting with rage, and could not help but ask:

"Why can't you save your poor son, as they did?

You were the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and you were so powerful that you had the power to judge all criminals, and you were only one step away from the minister.

You only need one word to free me! ”

Barty Crouch's hands were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white, and his trembling fingers digging into his skin, and he wanted to say something, but he had nothing to say, but could only murmur:

"I can't...... I can't ......."

"Ah, of course you can't, but you're a man of integrity, and I often forget that, because I've rarely met someone like you in my life." Barty Crouch Jr.'s yin and yang weird airway:

"It seems that the Sorting Hat should not have let you go to the cunning Slytherin, but to the upright Hufflepuff House."

"But I remember that a righteous man like you also had a private deal with a Death Eater like Karkaroff.

He gave you information about the other Death Eaters so that you could continue to do their work, and you helped him get free—even if Karkaroff did bad things, he had a basket more than I did. ”

"Fuck you justice!" Barty Crouch Jr. spat disdainfully on the ground and said viciously:

"Father, everything you have done is for the official position, for the position of the Minister of Magic!

You're afraid that after saving me, you'll be ashamed of the wizarding world - lo and behold, that Barty Crouch usually pretends to be iron-faced and selfless, and when he meets his own son, he doesn't immediately show favoritism? ”

Barty Crouch Jr. sneered:

"So, father, you can exonerate Karkaroff, but you are unwilling to let me go, and in order to protect your reputation, after I was captured by the Aurors, you are not willing to even meet me once, and even at the trial, you are not willing to say a word to me."

"The most ridiculous thing is that you are desperately trying to draw a line with me, the son of a Death Eater, and instead make everyone think that you are too cold-blooded,

You're just one step away from the Minister of Magic, but you've been picked up by that fool Fudge. ”

Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't help but laugh, it was a hearty laugh.

"Father, it is you who are vain, you who value your reputation more than anything else, who have ruined our family and killed my dear mother!"

Barty Crouch's face was pale, his lips trembled, as if he wanted to refute a few words, but his heart was weak, he held on to the root of the tree with one hand, and his muscles burst out, and murmured:

"You're out of the ......"

"I'm really hopeless." Barty Crouch Jr. sneered:

"When my father was willing to keep me in Azkaban when he had the opportunity to take me home, I was hopeless.

When my mother used my life to get me out, but my father used the Imperius Curse to keep me under control, and I was locked up in the house for thirteen years, I was hopeless. ”

Barty Crouch Jr. said with hatred on his face:

"Father, you shut me up in my house, and although it's not Azkaban, it doesn't make me feel bad! You've been in a lot of pain with me all these years of Imperi Curse. ”

Barty Crouch Jr. was so angry that he couldn't control it anymore, and waved his wand directly:

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

Barty Crouch screamed in pain, and he tried to stand up, but writhed and fell.

Barty Crouch Jr. watched his father scream, and he laughed heartily before he raised his wand.

Barty Crouch lay on the ground dying, his whole body trembling, and very slowly propped up his shoulders a few inches, raised his head, and made eye contact with his son.

He wanted to find some kind of connection in the eye to eye...... Something familiar and familiar turned out to be so chilling that he was so numb that he lost his senses.

Although Barty Crouch Jr. has the same eyes and hair color as himself, he is a complete stranger, and his eyes are full of hatred and vengeful anger that is almost unique to others.

Barty Crouch's face was as dead as ashes, and two crystal trembling tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, slowly crossing his cheeks, and he said in despair:

"You...... Kill me...... Hurry up and kill me......"

Barty Crouch Jr. looked at the two lines of tears, which he thought were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in his life, and grinned:

"There is no doubt that I will do this, the purpose of my coming today is to kill you, as long as you die, the master's secret will not be revealed."

Barty Crouch's countenance was completely distorted by grief, and he leaned back, lay on the ground, and cried out in pain: "Do it! ”

"As you wish." Barty Crouch Jr. raised his wand and said:

"Arvada...... Ask for your life! ”

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