The flames were as arrogant as Crouch's smile.

His eyes and expressions twitched hideously.

Harry looked at him from afar, raising his wrist to glance at the time, flicking his wand at the flick of his wand.

The steel serpent pressed down, its body was flat, like a train, and it went on a rampage, crushing towards Crouch.

Fierce and swift, the flames emptied, the trees collapsed, and the snake's belly flowed with hot, bright yellow molten gold like blood.

He leapt down, in the air, and reached into the Sorting Hat, drawing the snake bone sword.

His eyes were fixed on the man hiding behind the flames.

Crouch chuckled in his heart, his smile gradually froze, and the look in his eyes slowly changed from hideous and jealous to shocked and incredible.

Harry Potter didn't put out the fire in the first place.

Don't have time to think too much.

The serpent was already wrapped in fierce fire, and Harry was also holding his sword, and it fell from the sky.

Casting a spell on Harry?

Then get hit by a giant snake.

And there is no guarantee that if you recite a mantra yourself, you will be able to cause harm to this person.

With a wave of his wand, Crouch arched the ground beneath his feet, shooting him behind him like a slingshot, and the folded part turned into a stone wall in the blink of an eye.

The serpent rumbled and arched the wall apart.

Harry landed lightly, his wand flickered, and his magic peeled away the fierce fire gathered around him, and without hesitation, he rushed towards Crouch.

"What's on your face?" Harry looked at him and whispered, "Why don't you laugh?" ”

"Crouch, you're a handsome guy, you look good if you smile a lot."

As he spoke, he did not affect the movement of his hands, and the sword danced, and the move slashed towards Crouch's fatal place.

Crouch dodged in confusion and waved his wand, casting the spell as hard as he could.

But those spells barely worked.

Magic, physical strength, and perception, he is far inferior to Harry.

"You're surprised why I didn't go to put out the fire, but I wanted to arrest you first?" Harry stabbed his sword and approached, and Crouch was about to wave his wand and chant a spell to distance himself when he suddenly stretched out his foot.

Caught off guard, his backward foot was tripped and he stumbled to the ground.

Except for your weapons!

A red light shot out of Harry's other hand, slammed into Crouch's hand, and the wand flew out, Harry turned his head and didn't catch it, letting it fly away from his ear and fall into the fire, and after a click, it didn't burn to ashes.

Harry stomped on his chest, raised his hand, and glanced at the time again: "Fifty-three seconds, less than a minute." ”

"Do you understand now?"

He raised his wand high, and the magic power gathered, and the big stream was surging.

"All curses are over!"

The magic rushes out, the tide gushes out, and the wind presses on all the fires, they resist stubbornly, and they want to continue to devour, but the magic power cuts off any fuel needed for the fire, and they dissipate and extinguish for a while.

Harry pulled another handful of seeds from his pocket and tossed them forward.

A wave of the wand.

The weather spell blew a breeze that swept the seeds and drifted to all the scorched earth after it had been burned by the fire.

They land, then take root, and sprout.

On the scorched earth, it was still barren and snowflakes fell, and it immediately turned into water vapor with a bang, but a little bit of green sprouted, no longer so lifeless, and somewhat more vibrant.

Crouch stared at Harry, holding his foot with one hand, "Potter, you're really good. ”

"Thank you for the compliment, Professor, do you want to give me extra points?" Harry looked down at him.

I heard the sound of plant growth in my ears.

Crouch nodded with difficulty: "Of course, Gryffindor plus twenty points." ”

"Praise you for your excellent swordsmanship, as well as your excellent spell stop."

He paused slightly.

"But Potter, that's the end of it." He laughed again, and with a click, something was pulled away by him, and after a ding, milky white smoke poured out from under his robe.

There are no mana fluctuations.

In the thick fog, Crouch waved his hand and barely cast a wandless spell, and the thunderbolt explosion sent a huge wave of air, blowing Harry backwards.

In the midst of the explosion, Crouch snapped his fingers.

Right here and now.

"Shadow Lock!" As Harry retreated, he recited a spell to lock the space, and a huge amount of magic surged, making this small space have a jelly-like gelatinous texture.

He flicked his wand again.

The weather spell blows away the white fog.

Crouch was still on the ground, holding a house-elf in his hand.

"Professor, I have to compliment you, it's really unexpected." Harry's wand clicked, and from under his robe, a used smoke grenade flew out and landed in his hand, "Aren't ordinary people's weapons, people like you, the most despised by ordinary people?" ”

Crouch gritted his teeth.

The response was so fast?

One second, two seconds?

Slow down a little bit and you'll be taken away by the Apparition.

"Think I'm quick to react?" Harry dropped the object and read Crouch's face, "Professor, it really saddens me, I thought you knew me well, I thought you would have confidence in me. ”

"Do you think I can't react in such a long time?"

Crouch didn't speak.

The house-elf cowered aggrievedly beside Crouch, clutching its hand tightly, the meager magic in its body working hard, again and again, but to no avail.

"Professor, is there any other way?" Harry asked him.

Crouch remained silent.

"Flying around." Harry waved his wand and uttered the incantation.

Molly often uses this spell to confiscate the forbidden things carried by George and Fred, which is a variant of the Flying Charm, which can make the items of the type he wants fly out without pointing to a specific target.

Crouch's robe was lifted.

Miscellaneous things flew out.

A pocket of the Traceless Stretching Charm was torn apart by Harry, and the contents poured out.

A few devil vine seeds, brussels sprouts, mandrakes.

A few bottles of potions, colorful and green, with healing and poison.

A fire bolt.

A couple of round grenades.

One of the bottles caught his attention, reinforced by layers of magic and filled with tiny milky white dust, and Harry flicked his wand, and the bottle fell into his hand.

Familiar atmosphere, cold touch.

It's hoarfrost.

"You've found Wild Hunt?" Harry looked at him and lowered his voice.

Crouch tilted his head and looked at the house-elf: "Guess?" ”

He didn't dare make eye contact with Harry.

No one dared to look in the eye with a wizard who was good at telephony.

With a wave of his wand, Harry twisted and distorted a grenade into a large hand, grabbing Crouch's head and forcing him to look at him, "Answer my question." ”

Eye to eye.

Regents.

Harry didn't wait for him to answer, peeking into his brain.

Crouch's brain is filled with imaginary memories.

Voldemort was young and handsome, the headmaster of Hogwarts and the minister of the Ministry of Magic, and he Barty Crouch, the professor of dark arts at Hogwarts, lived together in Hogwarts Castle.

Harry increases his magic.

This is the protection of the brain defense.

The only magic that could resist the Regent's mindfulness was useful, but it was only a small illusion that bothered Harry.

Harry continued to peep.

He read about Crouch's childhood. Father, true father, was busy and away from home all day, and his mother doted on him and spoiled him to do everything. When his father is not at home, there is no doubt that he is happy, but when his father returns, the false happiness will collapse, and old Crouch has always looked down on his mother's doting on little Crouch, and every time he comes back, he will reprimand him fiercely.

Crouch Jr. thought that if he did well, he would be recognized by his father.

He had been in the first grade and had received twelve "O's" in the sixth grade, but the elder Crouch had not praised him for a single word.

Instead, Voldemort was attracted to his talent and was gentle with him.

Harry reads that Crouch after becoming a Death Eater.

Voldemort would reprimand him and correct his faults.

He will also be praised and rewarded for his achievements.

The Death Eaters, Bellatrix, Karkaroff, Rodolphus, Aywu, and U, all treated him like a brother and sister.

For the first time in his nearly 20 years of life, he felt at home.

Harry reads how painfully he was imprisoned after Voldemort's first downfall, how he missed that "home", and how he hated the "parents" who bound and controlled him.

But.

Since three years ago, Crouch's memory has been missing, blockbusters, blockbuster gaps, and even memories of the last six months, nothing.

His memories began when he appeared at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and he was going to Aragog, deliver the human flesh, and ask them about their condition.

The most critical.

How did he get here? Where is his hideout? Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes? His plan

None of this stuff was in his brain.

Harry looked away.

Crouch crawled to the ground, gasping for air, and laughed.

Harry waved his wand, and the big hand grabbed the house-elf's head, breaking it to eye with him.

Dementorship.

The same way.

It was much easier to hack into a house-elf's brain than it was to hack into Crouch's brain, it didn't have an Occlumency, and everything was open to Harry's eyes.

It is a Hogwarts house-elf named "Kaka" who has worked in the kitchen for over a decade.

But it also has a large blank in its memory.

After the start of school、Memories are cleared every night。

And the memories of the time when Barty Crouch Jr. stood on the edge of the Forbidden Forest have also disappeared and been artificially cleaned up.

"Potter, don't bother." Crouch twisted and hideous, "You can't know anything." ”

Harry didn't speak, thinking about the long, large blank space.

Sometimes a blank space is also a clue.

Footsteps came from behind him.

Harry looked back and it was Dumbledore and Hagrid.

"Harry, did you catch Crouch?" Dumbledore asked.

Harry didn't speak, getting out of the way, exposing Crouch's figure to the two of them.

(End of chapter)