Barty Crouch Sr. is dead.

This man who once served as the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and may even become the Minister of Magic.

He was lying on the wet and cold ground, the wound on his neck was no longer bleeding, his blood was dry, there was still a glimmer of light in his eyes, guilt and remorse, but it was also quickly gone, his life, his life that had been ruined in half, completely disappeared from this world.

Not even Voldemort's Death Eaters could not remain unmoved by such a man's departure from the earthly world, and they stood around, staring at Batty Crouch, who was not twitching, as if in silence.

Bang! Barty Crouch Jr. also fell to the ground.

The madness in his eyes receded, but the hatred did not disappear, but only intensified.

"Despicable man, how dare you, phew."

Little Barty gasped hard,

"How dare you die like this, you don't deserve to die so happily, you. I'm going to kill you for thirteen years. You're the tyrant, phew."

"Nagini!"

Voldemort screamed, and Nagini, who was ready to attack, sprang around Crouch and his son, and then stopped in front of Barty Jr., and Harry was sure that he could see cruelty and ill-intentioned in the snake's vertical pupils.

It was self-evident what Nagini was going to do, and a hint of hesitation flashed on little Barty's pale face, and this hesitation caused Nagini's slit-like vertical pupils to shrink, and a dangerous light appeared in the snake's pupils.

"Eat him!"

But in an instant, little Barty's crazy energy reappeared, and he scolded,

"He only deserves this!"

Nagini spat out the letter, and the snake's body curled up, and it twisted around, and wrapped its hideous mouth around the upper body of Barty Crouch Sr. Click, click—that's the sound of a rib being crushed.

Barty Crouch Jr. slammed up from the ground and crawled under Voldemort, knowing that he had made another mistake, and he was terrified.

"Master."

"Drill the heart and cut the bones!"

Voldemort threw down his wand without hesitation, Barty Crouch Jr. immediately screamed, rolling back and forth at Voldemort's feet Harry didn't understand, but he sympathized with him at all, and even, his heart was filled with an inexplicable pleasure, letting such a person live in the world is the biggest insult to the word 'human'.

Harry thought so, and then, he heard a suppressed sob!

It clutched its ears, its thin body tense, and it didn't dare to hear or look at what was going on behind it, even if it knew everything.

It's cruel!

Harry seemed to regain his emotions, his heart overflowing with sadness.

How much Twilight loved his master, Harry, knew very well that when he was in the school kitchen, he couldn't even listen to them say a bad word about Barty Crouch Sr., even if it was swept out of the house by Barty Sr.

And now, old Barty Crouch committed suicide in front of it, and instead of feeling a little remorse, the little master was annoyed that he had not killed his father lightly, and that his little master was still tormenting a lowly house-elf who could do nothing.

"I'm so disappointed, Barty—"

Voldemort seemed to be angry enough, he was not torturing his loyal followers, but just looked indifferently at little Barty who had crushed his face into the dirt again, not at all thinking that this Death Eater had just taken care of him for the thirteen years he had endured, and contributed an arm to his resurrection,

"I've set the stage for you, I've invited an audience for you, but how do you repay me for my clumsy performance."

Little Barty kowtowed like pounded garlic and kept begging for mercy.

It's not worth it!

Harry felt unworthy for Barty Sr., and unworthy for Twilight. He looks at Twilight, only to be surprised to find that Twinkle is looking at him with tearful eyes?!

In an instant, Harry understood what Twilight was going to do, to save him, to get him out from under the Dark Lord's nose!

The cold heart in his chest flowed warmly, but after a brief hesitation, Harry's eyes sparkled.

"I'm shameless, Shining!"

Who are the people who died here tonight, and Harry knew he had to forgive him!

But Harry's glare didn't frighten him, and he crawled to the ground with grief and fear on his face, creeping cautiously towards Harry.

This was the last task Old Barty had given to Shining by his master, and he had to complete it. There is only one chance, and once the Dark Lord sees through his intentions, then there is no chance of success.

It has to keep Harry Potter! For the sake of the old master, and for the sake of the wizarding world, only the boy who survived the catastrophe can defeat the Dark Lord, who is the Dark Lord's nemesis!

No one would have imagined that perhaps at the darkest moment when the most dangerous dark wizard in history returned to the wizarding world, it would be the house-elves who would try to save the wizards from their gloomy future.

Harry's turquoise eyes even pleaded, he didn't want Twinkle to come close, he didn't want it to save him, there were already too many people dying because of him tonight, he didn't want to take the life of an innocent elf again.

Over there, Barty Jr. got up from the ground, and Voldemort finally decided to spare Barty Crouch Jr.

He returned, with his ambition to conquer everything, including death, but his power was still very weak, and a faithful believer like Barty Jr. was still very valuable and could serve many exemplary roles.

Well, the highlight of the night is coming.

Voldemort turned slowly, looking in the direction of Harry Potter, but then—

Bang!

A sudden roar and tremor stunned everyone in the graveyard, and even Twinkle stopped his movements because of the sudden change, and subconsciously looked in the direction where the sound came from.

In the gloomy ghost, a torrent of turquoise rose from the ground, shattering the dark clouds and allowing the thin sunlight to flood the land.

The breath of life diluted the breath of death that permeated the graveyard, and in that brilliant and delightful light, a dusty altar rose from the ground and suspended in the air.

Voldemort's red vertical pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme, and his face, paler than a skeleton, was filled with anger, and his slit-like nostrils were closed.

The Death Eaters looked at the altar suspended in mid-air in amazement, both amazed by the majestic power of the sea and bewildered. Confused about what exactly happened.

"Oh, another disobedience to Voldemort's orders?"

Voldemort said coldly.

Suddenly, the ancient aura of the altar swept over like a blue tide, and the earth and trees swept by its tassels suddenly burst into unparalleled life, and the withered grass seeds and scorched spruce trees in the dust showed new shoots.

The Death Eaters were restless, and they approached Voldemort's palpitating altar with ancient runes, and only the Dark Lord could shelter them if they were to come at them.

Under Voldemort's gaze, the radiant altar suddenly emitted several pillars of turquoise light into the earth, and the pillars of light shrouded several people.

Gabrielle, Hermione, Ron, Karkaroff. And Harry!

In silence, Barty's magical rope that bound Harry dissolved, and like the dead men, Harry slowly floated from the ground as his figure faded into obscurity!

At this moment, Voldemort's expression was not angry but angry!

"I can't learn the lesson, I plan to do another small move, but I don't understand Voldemort's power!"

Voldemort roared, he raised his wand suddenly, and his thin body faded into a black mist in a burst of ghostly light, and in the tumbling black mist, only two points of scarlet flickered.

Click!

With the expansion of the black mist, a terrible thunderbolt descended from the clouds that had darkened again, and surged towards the altar with the rolling black mist!

The magic of death quickly eroded the green light, and the air suddenly became viscous, and several figures that had gradually squeezed into the void were forced out again.

Roar!

There was a roar in the black mist, and the vicious red light was in full bloom for a while, and the black mist that covered the entire cemetery formed a tornado that wrapped around the altar that wanted to leave, and the continuous thunder split the green light emitted by the altar, and bombarded the altar endlessly.

And after rushing left and right for a long time, it seemed that after finally realizing that he could not leave, the altar was completely no longer struggling, and its body blue light dissipated, and it smashed on the ground with a bang, and there was no sound!

(End of chapter)