Barty Jr. is the son of Barty Sr., and it is easy to tell from both the name and the similarity of appearance.

But unfortunately, the two sides obviously don't get along like an ordinary father and son.

After all, there is no father in the world who would tie his child to a chair and hide it with an invisibility cloak, as if he was hiding some dirt that would pollute the environment.

The atmosphere is not only stiff, but also dangerous.

Little Barty had a rampant face, and Old Barty had a grim face.

Staring at his son's pale face, he clenched his fists.

But without waiting for the exit, Barty Jr. smiled:

"What? Doesn't that seem strange? Why am I able to regain my sanity? ”

“……”

"Of course it's because you're old, old thing, and now you can't even use a Revenant Curse, and you want to deprive me of my will, but you give me a chance to break free."

The bound man laughed wildly, ignoring the supposed blood relationship between the two parties.

"As a failed wizard, you cast a failed spell like you failed in your career at the Ministry of Magic!"

Fail.

Fail.

Fail.

When certain words stirred in old Barty's mind, his intellect was ravaged and pulled like a thin thread.

Anger rushed over him, and he couldn't help but raise his hand.

"Why, are you going to beat me like you did when you were a kid?"

At that moment, the eyes met again, and the gaze was as dark as dead ashes, which made Old Barty's heart tremble.

The anger subsided in an instant, and all that was left was a hint of confusion.

At this moment, he suddenly realized a very serious problem:

He never knew how to get along with his children.

"That's all you have anyway......"

His eyes were like those of a dead man, as if he had no sparkle and had never really looked at the man in front of him as his father.

Old Barty was familiar with this kind of look.

It seems that after the trial ten years ago, he looked like this.

It's as if everything is gone, and there's no longer any expectation.

"Your mother wouldn't want you like that."

Looking at the pale and embarrassed little Barty, Old Barty couldn't help but speak.

A hawkish wizard who had been tough all his life at the Ministry of Magic and had been a wizard for almost his entire life, he felt a little tired.

It's just that whatever he wants to do now seems too late.

"Mother's ......"

The salutation that should have brought him warmth did not make little Barty repentant or at peace, and his dead eyes flashed with hatred.

"How dare you mention her in front of me?! You let her die like that!! ”

The man who was tied up went crazy in an instant.

"You're already a brute! Do whatever it takes to get your official position and future! But...... But now you can't even protect your own wife!! ”

The words echoed, and old Barty's mood and expression, which had been finally calmed down, became distorted again under the roar of his son.

Little Barty's words were like sharp blades that stabbed his father in the heart.

Pain and uneasiness echoed, and old Barty suddenly realized that he was like one of those rats exposed to the light.

When all the dirty things are exposed, anger spreads from the bottom of my heart.

'Smack'

Uncontrollable, Old Barty finally made the slap he had restrained before.

"Why do you think your mother is like this? It's not because you've been worrying about her all along! ”

It's been almost a decade.

But the passage of time did not allow the original wound to heal, but let it gradually rot and stink under the suppression.

When the bandage is completely torn off, the air is exposed to ugly pus.

"If it weren't for you joining that kind of messy organization, how could our family be like this!"

It's just that no matter how old Barty roars, his words are already useless.

Not only did Barty Jr. not want to hear it, but even completely crushed it with a short response:

"You threw me into that place without permission."

“……”

No matter what Barty Sr. wants to say, he can't get around this.

"You became the Dark Wizard, you became the lackeys of the Dark Lord, and you captured the Longbottoms and tortured them like that!"

"I didn't participate in the torture, it was you who put me and others together without authorization in order to show your deep understanding of righteousness, and it was you who put me and others together without authorization in order to label yourself as a righteous murderer!"

Staring at his own eyes, little Barty was like a giant python that chose to devour people, as if he wanted to kill his father in front of him.

Break his neck and suffocate him!

"In your eyes, you don't have your official position from beginning to end, you actually don't care about me and my mother at all......"

“……”

"You don't even care about me as much as 'him'."

No longer looking at his father, little Barty just tilted his head.

Looking at the dark ceiling, he smiled:

"You know what? For the first time, I felt warmth in that person, who treated me like a child. ”

In Old Barty's eyes, the smile of his own child was extremely dazzling, so dazzling that he felt disgusted and resentful.

"He's the Dark Lord......"

"But he is very good to me, even if he is as strong as him, he is willing to share his secrets with me......"

Barty Jr. knew his father's character, and he obviously knew what could irritate the old man who had been tough all his life.

However, he had no intention of stopping there.

"In my opinion, he is my real father!!"

'Pop'

At this moment, little Barty seemed to have broken through the limit, and even if his body was weak, the rope of magic still disappeared in the sound of shattering.

Little Barty rose from his chair and pounced on his father like a wild beast.

"He's going to come back, he's going to be back!!"

However, Barty Jr. is still a relatively traditional wizard after all.

All of his power comes from the stick called the Wand.

Without a wand, his combat effectiveness is greatly reduced, and in this case, there will only be one result of doing it to a wizard with a wand.

"Out of body."

Before little Barty could get closer, the elder Barty, as a father, had already drawn his wand.

With the retraction of the spell, the power of the magic seemed to pull something out of his body.

'Plop'

He collapsed weakly, his body limp like the noodles that had just been rolled out by a noodle machine.

"It's time to give up that purpose, kid."

Looking at his child's distracted expression, Old Barty whispered.

"Fudge and I didn't talk about the Dark Lord in the first place."

"But you ...... You spoke of Peter......"

The magic was working, and the light in Barty's eyes was gradually dissipating.

"If there's no purpose, that coward...... How could he possibly start acting. ”

However, the power of the Imperius Curse still robbed him of consciousness.

Finally breaking free from the power of the spell, he was once again bound by his father.

"Maybe the Dark Lord will survive somewhere, but he is not destined to make a wave...... Give up your thoughts. ”

Sighing, the old wizard's figure didn't seem to be as tall as before.

He wanted to bend down and gently caress his son's face.

However, his self-esteem and pride eventually forced him to abandon this 'gentle' approach.

"Twinkle."

He whispered.

Then, a house-elf appeared in the basement.

"Take care of him."