Seeing his Aurors enter the house and search, Rufus said, "Barty is fine, don't I know you yet?" Fudge said that your corruption must be a non-existent thing. Don't worry, I won't wronged you. Those friends of yours won't watch Fudge frame you like that. ”

Scrimgeour said apologetically, not noticing that Old Barty's face had turned from sallow to pale as he stood beside him.

"Hell! Why would Fudge have my house searched! Barty could only pray that the basement wouldn't be discovered by them.

Barty swallowed a mouthful of saliva and pretended to be calm and asked, "Rufus, how long are they going to search?" ”

"I'm sorry, Barty," Scrimgeour bowed slightly, "it's routine, you should know. ”

"Of course I do, Rufus," Barty's voice trembled slightly, and he distinctly heard someone go down to the basement, "I mean Jane's room, and I don't want anyone to mess with it." ”

"Oh, of course. I'll remind them. Scrimgeour remembered the older witch who had served him to dinner, and shouted inside, "The people inside move faster, and they're almost done." ”

Almost at the same time, a wizard's shout rang out from the basement, "Hey, what's in this room?" Well? So many prohibitions, you, that's you, house-elf, open this door. ”

Barty's heart almost rose to his throat and thumped, and at that moment, a shiny and shrill voice came from diagonally below: "You have no right to command Twinkle!" Twinkle doesn't allow anyone to come near this room, and doesn't allow any creatures to come near the young master? ”

"Young Master? Where did the young master come from in Barty's house? Before Scrimgeour could react to what he meant, he heard a thud, and his eyes went dark, and he elbowed Old Barty in front of him, and lay down straight.

He struggled to his feet, and saw Old Barty running into the house with his wand.

"Barty! You! Everyone, catch him. Scrimgeour repaired his broken gold-rimmed glasses, grabbed his wand and chased after Barty Sr., looking like an angry lion.

"Faint! Faint! Faint! "Barty Sr. is worthy of being the former director of the law enforcement department, even after being away from the front line for many years, his fighting skills are still not rusty, and he quickly brought down the two Aurors who surrounded him, and only Scrimgeour escaped Barty's spell with his dexterous running.

"Barty, you're crazy!" Scrimgeour yelled as he aimed his wand at Barty, flicking a stun spell.

"Rufus, I can't help it, it's the last thing I promised Jane." Barty said as he easily blocked Scrimgeur's attack with the Iron Charm.

Scrimgeour was furious, and he couldn't understand why Barty was using his dead wife as a shield.

"Then I'm sorry, Crouch! Iron Siege! Scrimgeour threw a spell at Barty with all his might.

Instead of taking the enraged Scrimgeour lightly, Barty cautiously flipped the spell away, hitting another Auror who rushed to his aid. The Auror was instantly locked in a sturdy iron prison.

"Iron Spell!" Barty was a little surprised and said, "Rufus, you actually attacked me with the spell I taught you?" ”

"Look, that's how the Iron Spell works! Iron Siege! ”

Barty's wand fires five bucket-thick iron blue rays in a row, and Scrimgeour was able to avoid the first two spells, and then he was forced into a corner by three spells, and had to use the Iron Frame Charm to defend it.

But Barty's spell was too powerful for Scrimgeour to prevent, and a cramped but strong iron prison enveloped him, and the prison continued to shrink.

Barty didn't even look at him, but made up a stun spell and went straight to the basement, where he soon saw Flash, who had passed out, and the Auror who had already found the door open.

"Barty!" Before the man could be surprised, he was knocked down by a petrification spell behind him.

"All curses are over!" Barty unravels the Imperius Curse that had been cast on her son not long ago, and little Barty's eyes gradually become clear.

"Ah, Daddy, you're here again," Barty sneered, "have you finally decided to kill me?" ”

"The Ministry of Magic has found you," Barty untied the ropes around his son, "and you go." ”

Barty Jr. was stunned for a moment.

"Let's go! Protecting you is the last thing I promise your mom! Barty yelled at his son.

Little Barty stood up at a loss, and soon, a hideous smile returned to his face, "I really have to thank him." ”

Barty Jr. took the wand from the unconscious Auror and said to him, "Arvada..."

"That's enough, Barty!" Barty Sr. interrupted his son just in time, pleading, "Stop killing people and forget that you're a Death Eater." ”

"Okay, no problem," Barty licked his lips, "then, come with me." ”

"Okay, I'll go with you!" Old Barty was silent for a moment, somehow making such a decision.

Father and son grabbed their wands and walked outside the house, intending to use their apparitions to get out, only to find that they had failed.

"Ministry's crumbs, they're not allowed to enter or leave here." Little Barty scolded frantically.

Old Barty subconsciously wanted to pull his son's hand, but he avoided it: "Stop scolding, get out of here quickly." ”

The two left the path at the back door of the manor and hid in a dense wood. When they found a path, they vaguely saw a man sitting on a stone.

The sun shone into the woods, and the fog lifted, and it was only then that father and son saw that it was a young man, riding on a six-legged leopard, blocking the path.

The man obviously saw the Crouch father and son, and said with a smile: "Barty Crouch, and Barty Crouch Jr." I've been waiting for you here for a long time, and I know that the shit at the Ministry of Magic won't be able to catch you. ”

"You! Calvin Capet," Barty Crouch pointed at Calvin in horror, "You're Fudge's man!" I've seen you in his office. ”

"Mr. Crouch, I'll have to correct you," Calvin said, driving the cat-leopard slowly forward, "You say the opposite, Minister Fudge is one of my men. ”

"Calvin Capet," Barty squinted at the young man on the leopard, "I seem to know you." ”

"Of course, of course you know me, Barty Crouch Jr., and you're my fifth-year prefect when I entered school." Calvin said lightly, "Remember? You still want to experiment with me. ”

Little Barty's eyes lit up, as if he remembered something, and licked his lips excitedly, "Yes, I remembered, you are the cowardly Capet, who was so frightened by the great Lord Voldemort that he ran to France!" ”