For Barty Crouch, since the death of his wife, his life has become a simple and uninteresting two-point line - the Ministry of Magic and home.

It's good for everybody, Barty always thought.

And everyone who knew Barty felt pity for him, the poor middle-aged man, his son in prison, his wife dead, his career ruined, he was transferred from the promising Law Enforcement Division to the International Cooperation Division, and he was constantly humiliated by Fudge's idiot.

But none of this is anything to Barty, whether it's Fudge's fault-finding or the cold eyes of others, he doesn't care. Yes, since that incident, he has had no desires.

Barty Crouch cut off a piece of bacon, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, "As long as all is safe." ”

House-elf Twinkle handed Barty Crouch a cup of black tea, but instead of backing down, she stood uneasy.

"Twilight, what's the matter?" Old Barty's voice was tired, and he could probably guess what was going on.

"Master," Shining said nervously, "the young master is about to break free from the spell, and I won't listen to him no matter how much I persuade him." ”

Twinkle suddenly burst into tears when she said this, jumped on the table and picked up a fork and stabbed it at herself, "It's all Twinkle, it's all Twinkle." Twinkle did not live up to his master's entrustment and let others approach the little master. ”

"Stop, Twinkle!" Old Barty yelled weakly, "I'm going to recast the spell, you, you can't let anyone, any creature, get any more near little Barty, you know?" ”

Twinkle lowered the fork in her hand and opened her eyes as wide as light bulbs, "Yes, master." ”

Barty Crouch hurriedly drank his tea, went down the basement with a sparkle, paused for a moment in front of the door that was full of magical prohibitions, and sighed before opening the door and entering the house.

The room was dimly lit, except for a dim oil lamp, and a pale-skinned young man with pale yellow hair was firmly tied to a chair with hemp rope.

"What did you do?" Barty's voice was filled with helpless calm.

Twinkle nodded in panic and replied in a sharp voice: "Young master, he, he doesn't listen to his master, he wants to get out of here, Sparkle can only tie him up." ”

Little Barty heard someone speak, raised his head and put a fanatical smile on his face: "Oh, my father, here you are. What are you doing here, to see this undignified son who has been imprisoned by you? ”

Barty pulled out his wand, pursed his lips, and finally said coldly, "I'm doing this for your good, you don't know how much happier you are now than in Azkaban." ”

"Yes," Barty Jr. grinned, smiling more clearly and more fervently, "I've never seen you care so much about me before, and you're worried about me when something happened to me." ”

"Bah, pig," little Barty spat at his father's feet, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, leaving only extreme disgust, "If you cared about me, you should have acquitted me in the first place." ”

Barty Sr. quickly stepped forward and slapped his son in the face.

"Hahaha, you dare to hit me." Little Barty began to laugh maniacally again, tears welled up in his eyes, and Little Barty was almost crazy, "If you have the ability, you will kill me, huh?" You piece of shit. ”

"Smack!" Old Barty slapped again.

Little Barty turned his face straight, spat out a bloody tooth, and stared at his father viciously: "You only have your official position in your eyes, and you don't care about me and my mother at all." You've never loved us. You, at all, are not worthy to be my father. Lord Voldemort is my dad! ”

"Out of body!" Barty Sr. didn't continue to beat him, and directly used the Imperius Curse to control his son.

Sparkle, who was standing behind Barty, watched his young master's eyes gradually lose their brilliance, so he came up to help little Barty sort out his clothes, wipe off the bloodstains, and at the same time said in his mouth: "Young master, Sparkle told you not to make the master angry, this time you were beaten again." ”

Old Barty, who had walked out of the basement, stood in the doorway and was stunned for a moment, he didn't know what he was going to do, but he felt that two tears had somehow slipped from his eyes.

"Master," Twinkle called Barty in a shrill voice, handing over a wizard's robe, "it's time for you to go to work." ”

Barty came back to his senses, got dressed with the help of Sparkle, and said in a cold and hoarse voice, "Sparkle, be optimistic about little Barty, don't let any creature approach him." ”

Barty cleaned up his mood and turned back into the unsmiling, serious director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

However, as soon as he walked out of the room, before he could apparition, four Aurors surrounded him, holding wands and pointing them at his head.

"What are you going to do? Well? Barty didn't understand what was going on for a moment.

"Don't move!" One of the leading Aurors did not answer Old Barty, but instead slammed his wand directly into his face.

Old Barty's face sank, he was also the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, but now he was held in the face with a wand by four unknown Aurors.

"What the fuck are you going to do?" Old Barty's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and asked, "Who sent you?" Bones or Scrimgeour? ”

Soon Barty Sr. knew the answer. The two Aurors standing in front of him stepped out of the way, and a wizard with long reddish-brown hair and gold-rimmed glasses walked up to him.

The wizard, though a little lame, walks with the dash of a meteor in his stride, which immediately gives the impression that he is a sharp, tough guy.

"Get off his wand." The wizard said in a low voice, and then the two Aurors standing behind Barty Sr. fumbled around Barty and took his wand from his pants.

Old Barty glanced disdainfully at the vulture-sharp eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, and asked in a low voice, "Hmph, Scrimgeour, what are you doing for me?" ”

Scrimgeour's cheek twitched, Barty was his old superior, and Barty had personally taken him on a mission when he first joined the Ministry of Magic as an Auror.

Unexpectedly, time has passed, and now it is he, the director of the Auror Office, who has personally come to arrest his former colleague and superior.

"Barty Crouch, it has been established that you are closely involved in a case of corruption in the Department of Mysteries, and with the approval of Minister Fudge, you are being taken in for investigation." Scrimgeour finally decided to tell the truth, and finally whispered in Barty Sr.'s ear, "Barty, it's not a big deal, you just have to cooperate with the investigation." ”

"Nonsense," retorted Barty Sr., "I still need to be corrupt? The family's fortune is enough for me to eat for nothing for three hundred years. ”

"Rufus, tell me if Fudge is an idiot trying to find an excuse to fire me."

Scrimgeour shrugged helplessly, in his opinion that this was indeed Fudge's purpose, and he could only whisper to Crouch, "Don't worry, it's going to be fine." ”

Then he looked at the four Aurors and said, "You go in and search, and Batty and I will come and see." ”