Hermione suddenly felt the air around her become extremely viscous, as if in an instant, she was back in the black lake, and the oppressive air around her was squeezing her body, making her ears buzz.

Ron stopped tugging Harry, his face pale and ugly as if he had a heart attack, and he used all his strength with every breath.

For a second that never ends, Hermione and Ron stared blankly at Gabrielle's face, at her emotionless blue eyes, like the windows of an abandoned house.

Death – calm and real

Pain and fear, which the body could not replicate no matter how many times it was pierced by Professor Blaine's rock spear nails.

What happened. What the hell is going on

Twinkle and the dying Mr. Barty Crouch, the ugly gnome monster and a younger Barty. Cleona's graveyard and death.

Hermione felt that the wisdom she was proud of had not worked, and she could not put together all the factors in her possession to form a rational explanation, and she saw that young Barty had rested the dwarf on a collapsed tombstone with the utmost respect, and conjured a couch for him, and then, looking at them, gasping for breath, with an expression of extreme excitement, as if trying to tear them apart.

The killing will continue.

Little Barty knows his master, the mudbloods are not qualified to witness the great scene that is about to happen, but the red-haired boy. Weasley, perhaps, was left behind because of his ancestral lineage, if he knew him and was willing to prostrate at his master's feet and serve his master.

"You're going to make a big mistake, Master Barty."

Sparkle swooped down on the unconscious old Barty, and when little Barty Crouch passed by him, his big tear-clouded eyes filled with supplication.

"Wait and see, Twilight!"

Barty Jr. cracked his mouth and smiled sickly, "I'll help the reborn Dark Lord, I'll get the reward that others can only dream of, and you, Twinkle. You've also been rewarded for not being a little elf who will have the privilege of witnessing the Dark Lord's rebirth! ”

The Dark Lord. Get back on your feet

Vital information, Hermione, with a wooden expression, thought that she had no time to observe Harry's state and Ron's expression now, and she saw that young Barty was probably the same Sirius had told them, that Mr. Barty Crouch's dead Death Eater son in Azkaban was approaching them again, and he raised his wand, his eyes locked on him.

Something figured it out.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor Blaine suspect that on Quidditch Finals night last year, there was a Death Eater lurking in their box and conjuring up what would become the Dark Mark, and this Death Eater was associated with Barty Crouch and Twinkle, who was Barty Crouch Jr.

There's more to come. But Hermione didn't have time to think, she saw Barty Crouch Jr. raise her wand, and she understood that after Gabrielle, Barty Jr. would kill herself first. And why it would be her.

Anticipate your opponent's attack intentions!

Brown eyes flashed with a gleam, and Hermione's eyes showed Professor Bryan's solemn face as he said this.

It wouldn't be a Death Curse, she was too close to Harry, and maybe killing Harry by mistake would kill everyone, but he should want to do something with Harry, and he wouldn't kill him for a while. So, Barty Crouch Jr. was going to get her and Ron away from Harry.

When the evil wind broke through the smoke, Hermione, who was half-crouched on the ground, suddenly jumped up and waved her wand violently,

"Armor protection!"

The spell burst into dazzling flashes, and the ensuing wind ruffled Hermione's wet hair, and instead of staying with Harry, she rushed out to stand in front of Harry and Ron.

"Take Harry and leave, quick, let Karkaroff figure it out, if he wants to live too!"

Hermione's shrill shouts were interrupted by a terrible spell light, and she summoned the magical barrier to block it again. Little Barty's evil magic gave the spell more powerful, and during the training of physical education class, the iron armor that had never been broken by the little wizard was shattered in the impact again!

Is this a duel for victory?

No, the purpose is to buy time!

Faced with the face that sneered as if mocking her own inadequacy, Hermione's pale face had a flame burning in her brown pupils.

Under the gloomy sky, the fierce duel began.

Streams of green light flowed through the space, striking the tombstones, intact or broken, and Hermione seemed to suddenly turn into a nimble cat, her agility leaping over the half-suspended withered vines in the air, narrowly dodging a death curse in the pursuit of explosions and death.

Take advantage of the environment!

The smoke and dust, the withered old trees, and the ridges of the earth that stood were all Hermione's aid, and she used every opportunity to fight back like a Death Eater. Stun Spell, Petrification Spell, Crushing Spell, Disarming Spell, Obstacle Spell, colorful spell light shot at Barty Crouch Jr. at various tricky angles, rolling up billowing smoke!

None of Hermione's attacks could break through Barty Jr.'s defenses, but the smooth pace of his attacks almost made it impossible for Barty Crouch Jr. to find a proper moment to attack, and he didn't notice that he was being diverted by Hermione.

Hermione prepares to break off, and she intends to sacrifice herself to save Harry and herself.

Ron immediately realized this, his blue eyes were bloodshot, his gasping sound was like a bull, and the moment Hermione rushed out, Ron got up and rushed to help, but Harry, who had left his support and fell to the ground with a thud, suffocated his steps.

It was undoubtedly the hardest choice of his life, to help Hermione fight that Barty, or to escape with Harry, whichever he chose would be regretted for the rest of his life!

But the Dark Lord is here. It should be that terrible dwarf, and if he were resurrected, death would never exist only today!

Ron's eyes were red, he let out a low growl, picked up Harry with one hand, and grabbed Gabrielle, who had lost his life with the other, and ran to Karkaroff, who was slumped on the ground, came to him, and kicked him hard in the shoulder,

"Get up, you useless trash!"

Ron groaned, and he glared into Karkaroff's eyes drenched in despair and fear,

"You have to find a way to get them away, unless, or die here together!"

Karkaroff's body trembled less frequently, and he also looked at Ron with wide eyes, he couldn't believe that this little boy was actually planning to stay here and didn't know who he was facing.

Where does his courage come from?

Looking at Hermione, who was constantly flickering in the ruins and bright light, Ron was so anxious that he gave Karkaroff another heavy kick, and this kick landed on the bridge of Karkaroff's nose, and suddenly, the shape of his nose had a bit of Dumbledore's charm.

Perhaps it was the pain that brought Karkaroff to his senses a little, his dull nails embedded in the dirt, his thick knuckles straining his body to stand up a little bit, and he glanced at Harry Potter, who was somehow weakened but relieved, and his dangerous gaze fell on Ron.

"Take Harry away!"

Ron gritted his teeth, he knew what this decision might lead to, but he didn't dare to hesitate for a moment, otherwise, he wasn't sure if he still had the determination, he forced Harry into Karkaroff's arms, twisted himself and rushed to the battlefield to help Hermione defeat the young Barty.

However, before Ron could take two steps, a large hand grabbed him by the collar, and the tremendous force dragged him back!

"You idiot!"

Ron scolded, he turned back and scolded Karkaroff,

"I have to. You! ”

A wand against the center of his eyebrows, Ron's angry rebuke was suddenly cut off, he stared at Karkaroff, his face was incredulous, he didn't understand why Karkaroff did this, but the moment his eyes touched Karkaroff's fierce eyes, a realization suddenly rose from the bottom of Ron's heart

Igor Karkarov... Once a Death Eater!

(End of chapter)