The vines filled with a shimmer of turquoise light pierced the air and screeched like a steel bar to the head of Barty Crouch Sr.

Voldemort also didn't expect this scene, but he didn't want Old Barty to die now, the tip of the staff trembled slightly, and a green light with a disgusting aura burst out of the air, and before the vine stabbed into Old Barty's head, he hit Teng Jian first!

Syllable!

Even though it was only a broken body, Voldemort's death curse was still not to be underestimated, and the moment the curse containing a strong death aura hit the vine, the evil magic eroded the life breath in the vine.

The turquoise vines, starting at the tips of the vines and continuing to the rhizomes spawned by Vitia, turned black at a rate visible to the naked eye, and then fell to the table as ashes.

Voldemort's magic wore off, and the thick white mushroom soup oozed from Barty Sr.'s mouth and nose, and his body ceased to twitch. And Vitia looked at the slowly falling embers, her eyes swept over the small black stick in her palm, and her expression was silent. Her real wand in her hand—

However, she didn't continue to shoot again, her goal had been achieved.

In the warm room, the air felt as if it had been frozen.

"Miss Cleona--"

For the first time tonight, Voldemort looked at Vitia with undisguised murderous intent in his eyes, and he said lightly,

"Perhaps, you should have an explanation for your actions—"

Little Barty glared at Vitia viciously, as if he wanted to do it directly, but the punishment he had just received for his own assertion made him restrain a little, but the green tendons on his forehead still flare, and his body was tense, as long as the master gave a hint, he would immediately pounce and fight with this woman, even if this was a powerful witch who had survived at the hands of Amosta Blaine!

"He's disgusting—"

The coldness between her eyebrows diluted the softness of Vitia's facial features, and after a moment of silence, she said coldly,

"It made me lose my appetite for food."

Nausea appetite for eating?

Voldemort's red scarred eyelids lifted, and the scarlet eyes of the snake were stunned, and it was clear that Vitia Cleona had not expected it, and he thought that the woman's walk was the result of her innocent kindness and disgusting pity.

"Oh, hehe, yes—yes, yes, sorry, Miss Cleona, I didn't think it through—"

Voldemort laughed sharply, and the laughter was full of joy,

"Oh, it's very unappetizing, so--"

Perhaps, the old Barty, who has been controlled by the Imperius Curse for a long time, has developed a little resistance, perhaps, it is the admirable willpower of Barty Crouch himself, in short, after the toss just now, the old Barty who has only one breath left and has not died has unexpectedly regained a little sense.

Old Barty was prostrate on the table, leaning on his chin to support his head, and he was unable to move, but he still saw the woman across the table, and her mouth was hoarsely gasping for 'uh--'.

"Oh, you recognize her—"

Voldemort expressed a certain amount of surprise at Barty Sr.'s ability to come to his senses, but at most it was like seeing a dog with a broken leg still stumbling to his feet with willpower.

"--Yes, that's right, Crouch, this is Miss Vitia Cleona, you recognize her, oh, I shouldn't have asked, you won't forget her, she is the one who delivered my faithful servant from your persecution--"

Uh-uh –

Even though he was dying, Old Barty's eyes were full of bitter hatred as he stared at Vitia.

Voldemort also sensed Old Barty's hatred, and he seemed to find it amusing, chuckling and continuing,

"By the way, Mr. Director, Miss Cliona is currently working as a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts as Alastor Moody. She's working for, oh, I don't think it hurts to tell you, Miss Cleona is working for Voldemort's full resurrection--"

Barty Crouch's cloudy pupils shook suddenly, and he stared at Vitia Cleona, who looked at the woman's silence, and suddenly, he understood something!

Vitya Cleona - disguised as Alastor Moody to become a Defence Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?

At. Under the noses of Amosta Bryan and Albus Dumbledore?

Not exposed?!

Old Barty, who knew that he was going to die, but the difference between early and late death, suddenly emerged in his heart, and it was difficult to say whether this power came from hatred or hope, and it actually supported Barty Crouch Sr. to act!

Under the surprised gaze of the remaining three people in the room, Old Barty's almost scrapped arms dragged his palms on the table, his forehead was bruised, and a strong light erupted in his momentary clear eyes, he slowly, little by little, supported his body with his palms, stood upright, and then, turning his head, the rusty joints made a creaking, creaking sound, and finally, finally facing Voldemort!

Old Barty's movements affected his whole body, every festering wound on his body was bleeding, and the whole person looked like a bloody man, but he still stood still, it was hard to imagine how much pain he was suffering at this time.

Old Barty didn't even look at the frightened one next to Voldemort, the beast he gave birth to, his eyes were only engraved with Voldemort's ugly body, he looked directly at the Dark Lord himself, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

Ho, ho, ho –

Old Barty could no longer speak, but he still managed to let out a hoarse laugh, facing Voldemort and trying to squeeze out a mocking expression.

In an instant, Voldemort's snake eyes flashed red, and his hand resting on the table was already clenching his wand. Eventually, though, he overcame his seductive impulses.

"You're looking for death, aren't you, Mr. Director-"

Voldemort whispered,

"You want to avoid being tortured, so try to provoke the great Dark Lord. Oh, I'm not going to be fooled, I mean, I'm going to make your death more worthwhile, Mr. Director, and now! ”

The Dark Lord turned to look at Barty Crouch Jr.,

"I think our Mr. Director needs to repent more deeply for his stupid behavior."

Old Barty was rudely dragged away by his own son, and when he closed the door, he soon remembered the grief and the weeping and pleading of the elf.

"The unpleasant garbage has been cleared, Miss Cleona--"

Voldemort looked at Vitia and smiled,

"I think you'll have some appetite now, come on, Miss Cleona, please use some, it's a family dinner, after all."

Vitia sat down, and finally picked up the silver fork.

"Oh, since Hogwarts has already been mentioned, I beg your pardon, Miss Cleona--" Voldemort stared into Vitia's eyes in a polite tone, "all the best of our plans, right?" ”

Voldemort brought himself over tonight, and that's all he could do.

"We made a covenant in the presence of the Twin Serpent Staffs, Mr. Voldemort—"

Vitia said unmoved,

"You should trust your allies."

Staring deeply into those emerald eyes for a long time, Voldemort finally nodded in satisfaction.

The canopy above the wilderness is still unclear and dark, making it impossible to tell whether it is day or night.

Standing at the entrance of the cave, Vitia did not immediately put on her hood and stared silently at the canopy.

The cold wind howling in the wilderness swept through her hair, and the fluttering strands of hair whipped her pale cheeks like whips, and her clear, pure eyes were filled with boundless confusion.

Amosta Blaine's gentle smile suddenly jumped into her mind, and her lilac-stained eyes seemed to be looking straight into her soul.

All. Where do we go from here?

Vetia lowered her head, and a tear slipped from the corner of her eye, condensed into ice droplets in the falling mid-air, and disappeared into the soft snowflakes

(End of chapter)