Perhaps it was at this moment that Harry finally understood why people called Voldemort the most evil wizard in history, and why people were so afraid of him that they didn't even dare to mention his name.

Voldemort could have taken Barty Crouch Sr.'s life, but if he didn't, he would torture his mind, trample on his dignity, and then take his life in a way that was far more cruel than Avada's Curse, so as to think that his followers would prove that the famous Barty Crouch Sr. was nothing more than a livestock to be killed by him, and any wizard who dared to resist him would end up in a miserable end.

And in doing so, the deterrent effect is indeed outstanding.

The fear that was almost engraved in the soul immediately stirred up in the hearts of many Death Eaters. Like Lucius Malfoy, of course, there was no shortage of Death Eaters who were overflowing with excitement and adoration.

"Come, my dear father!"

Little Barty pulled out his wand from his pocket and smashed it on Old Barty's face, which was put down by Voldemort, and the wand rolled to the ground, and he licked the corners of his mouth excitedly, showing a cruel excited smile,

"Come on, we'll duel, oh, this is the first time, and of course, it's the last time. You know if you're going to die, but your death will bring me back to my sacrifice, and I'll finally be freed from the shame that your blood has put on me! ”

The Death Eaters cheered out of the way, and they all knew that Barty Crouch Jr. was a madman, and they were afraid of being accidentally injured by his magic.

Barty Crouch & Sons. Harry looked at them, and even his numb heart was filled with endless sorrow again.

All along, he wished that he could be reunited, his parents were not heroes, he was not the 'boy who never died', just like Ron's family, they were just ordinary wizarding families, when the Hogwarts classmates were amazed by Neville's changes, only God knows how much he envied Neville for being able to find his parents.

And the father and son in front of him turned against each other, and at the instigation of Voldemort, they wanted to fight to the death.

Old Barty's expression was a little strange, it was obvious that when he first woke up, he didn't even glance at the Dark Lord, but scolded his son with almost hatred

But now that they were going to fight it out, Old Barty fell silent, and he looked at the wand on the ground, his own blood-stained hair blocking the pain carved into his eyes.

"Oh my God?"

Voldemort said in a witty tone, "You can't do it, Mr. Crouch?" ”

Amid the laughter of the Death Eaters and the humiliated roar of his son, Barty Sr. trembled and picked up his wand.

The end of the road can only be described as the current old Barty Crouch.

Harry knew that this was a battle without suspense, and Barty Crouch Sr. was indeed a wizard with great mana. He may not be inferior to his son, but alas, it is not his son that he has to face.

The first time I met Barty Crouch was on the night of last year's Quidditch final, cold-blooded, hateful, and strong were the first images he left for himself, Hermione and Ron, but Barty Crouch was indeed majestic at that time, and his decision-making, including Mr. Weasley, was powerless to stop all the Ministry officials, including Mr. Weasley.

But now?

Harry looked at Barty Crouch Sr., the dignified high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic was just an old man in his old age, and he was pulled out of his back. Perhaps even Filch, who only dared to yell at the little wizard, looked more backbone than he did. His heart is long dead.

"No!"

Barty Jr. had already raised his wand with a sinister smile, but at this moment, a dark shadow howled and rushed to the side, blocking Barty Crouch Sr.

It was Twinkle, who had been driven aside by Voldemort earlier.

"No, Master Barty, you can't do that!"

The emaciated body of the house-elf protected its old master, its big tennis eyes filled with tears, and its voice was shrill and desperate,

"You can't kill your father, Master Barty, Lord Master, he saved you, he brought you back from Azkaban!"

"Oh, how amazing. Ah, a touching scene."

Voldemort turned his head to look at his Death Eaters, and said wittily, and the Death Eaters laughed as if they coaxed,

"A loyal elf who will not hesitate to die to protect his master."

Voldemort said, his tone cold.

"Fuck off, Twinkle!"

Harry's delusion, perhaps, but he thought it was the first time he had heard a little flustered in Barty Crouch Jr.'s voice tonight.

"Get out of front of the man, instantly, shiny!" Little Barty roared, "If you still want to live!" ”

"You can't be young master!"

In addition to Dobby, Harry saw another elf who rebelled against his master's orders. That small body is so tragic.

"Oh, what a pity, my dear Barty--"

Voldemort shook his head, cold in his scarlet eyes,

"I still like your elf, it makes Lord Voldemort's life very comfortable these days, so it can enjoy this honor and appear in my resurrection ceremony, but if it insists on stopping it, then I'm afraid you can only say goodbye to it"

"Despicable coward!"

Little Barty's words were even more flustered, and he glared at Old Barty with hatred,

"Rely on Twinkle to protect you!"

"Go away, Twinkle--" said Old Barty wearily, "you can't stop anything." ”

"No!"

Twinkle really seemed to have broken through some kind of obstacle, and old Barty couldn't command it, and it looked at its old master with teary eyes, and hugged his leg tightly.

Old Barty looked at Twinkle's eyes so sadly, perhaps at this moment, he finally looked at Twinkle as family, not a humble house-elf that could be abandoned at any time.

Old Barty bent down, he tugged at his shining arm and pulled it up. Fishing in mid-air, it was hard to imagine that he still had the strength to tear apart the slender arms that Sparkle was desperately clenching, and he looked at Sparkling eyes,

"I want you to live. Shining. ”

"No, Mr. Crouch!" Twinkle sobbed, crying so much, "Twinkle wants"

Shockingly, old Barty, who had been cold all his life, suddenly smiled at the flash. Under the stunned gaze of everyone, including Barty Crouch Jr., he suddenly hugged Twinkle and whispered something under Twinkle's big ear, and in Twinkle's startled stiffness, he threw Twinkle out of the way, rolled on the ground several times, and hit the cauldron where the potion had been boiling.

Barty Crouch Jr. was startled by this scene, and before he could come to his senses, his father suddenly screamed and immediately raised his wand.

Despicable cowards!

Barty cursed inwardly, thinking his father was coming up with a surprise attack, and he immediately prepared to dodge while raising his wand, but—

A silver spell light pierced through the darkness, a bleak light that exploded in mid-air!

Boom--

Old Barty fell to the ground, his throat pierced by his own magic, blood gushing out of the hole in his neck like a spring, his body spasming and curling up like a catfish on a chopping board, his mournful gaze on his son.

What a long silence.

"Why!"

Barty Crouch Jr. roared wildly, he rushed to Barty Sr.'s side, looking at the man who had brought him endless pain and shame,

"Why do you do this, get up!"

Little Barty's voice trembled,

"Get up, duel with me, you coward, how dare you, dig your heart and cut your bones!"

The heart curse fell on old Barty, but it no longer worked, and old Barty's pain did not worsen, and he looked at his son, who had once upon a time made him extremely proud, and showed a gentle smile, and before the blood dried up, he said,

"You can't kill your own daddy, Barty." (End of chapter)