Chapter 272: Torture, Being Your Father-In-Law Is Really Bad Luck For Eight Lifetimes

Chapter 272: Torture, Being Your Father-In-Law Is Really Bad Luck For Eight Lifetimes

"ah!"

"ah!"

"I'm going to kill you, ah!"

A shrill scream came from the basement with its iron-walled walls.

Barty Crouch Sr. stood expressionless, watching his son being whipped, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wayne held a jet-black whip with a pleasant smile on his face, and whipped Barty Crouch Jr.'s body again and again.

"This is my newly invented gadget. It won't leave any scars on the body, but every blow is equivalent to a Cruciatus Curse. What do you think?"

"Kill me if you dare, otherwise I...I will definitely kill you!"

While screaming, little Barty also gritted his teeth and cursed viciously, blurting out various words starting with F.

"Do you still have the energy to curse?" Wayne frowned and said with some dissatisfaction: "It seems that the design was conservative, and the intensity should be increased.

As he spoke, his pupils flashed with a captivating green light. Little Barty's cursing stopped instantly, and his howling was horrifying.

"Is this how you and Bellatrix tortured the Longbottoms?"

Wayne's hand suddenly exerted force, and Barty's right hand showed a weird bend, and it actually broke.

Yes, he said the whip wouldn't cause any scars.

I didn't say you can't break bones.

After being tempered by starlight, Wayne's strength has also reached a terrifying level, and is still improving. If Voldemort were to engage in close combat with him, ten slaps could tear his head off.

Sometimes the wizarding world also has to talk about the laws of physics.

"Do you know Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom?"

Crouch's brows slowly wrinkled, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

But he couldn't help but speak out, interrupting Wayne's spellcasting and whipping.

If the beating continues like this, little Barty will either be beaten to death or tortured to madness by the Cruciatus Curse.

Strictly speaking, he was the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement at the time, and the Longbottoms were also considered his subordinates. They were tortured crazy by his own son, and he also felt guilty.

"do not know."

Wayne let out a breath and put away the whip.

"I just heard about them and thought your son was really nothing. I just wanted to vent.

Crouch was silent.

If it weren't for his wife's pleading, he would really let Barty Jr. die in Azkaban.

But there are not so many ifs in the world, and he and his wife just have a son.

"Let's go."

Wayne took a shot, felt refreshed, and gave instructions to Crouch.

"You go to eat first." Crouch looked at little Barty: "I'll treat him first."

"Don't worry, you won't die."

Wayne spoke calmly, and then walked out of the basement. Crouch hesitated for two seconds and followed him.

Shining prepared a sumptuous breakfast. Even the eggs were cooked in five or six different ways, for fear that the scary boy would find fault with it.

Wayne was eating breakfast and said:

"Professor Dumbledore has agreed, you can go ahead and prepare.

Crouch was shocked and said, "I know, nothing will go wrong on the day."

"The competition items also need to be changed." Wayne reminded: "The traditional three events do not provide enough energy, and more needs to be added.

"I understand." Crouch wrote down Wayne's request.

"How are other things going? Well, don't make the dessert so sweet next time."

After the meal, Shining smartly brought a pot of hot tea. Wayne took a bite of the dessert and just made a casual suggestion, which almost made Shining cry.

"Very successful." Crouch replied seriously: "I have already won over three office directors, two department directors, and many employees from other important departments."

"But because of the special nature of the Auror office, I haven't done anything yet.

Crouch added: "Scrimgeour is a very sensitive person."

"Don't worry about him."

Wayne said calmly, "He can't sit here as the head Auror for too long. Pay attention to collecting evidence that he is not clean. Then just cooperate with Mrs. Greengrass."

Crouch nodded silently.

He has understood Wayne's methods and does not think that the other party is talking nonsense.

Besides...if it really can't be done, isn't there a way to achieve physical transcendence?

Wayne asked Crouch to write a report on the current progress. He wanted to take it back to the lobbying group to change the details at any time. Then, he took out the water of life condensed yesterday.

He divided out the original third of the bottle, leaving only a thin layer of bottom.

"What is this?" Crouch asked in confusion.

Wayne threw the crystal bottle to him: "Consider it your salary. If you don't want it, you can give it to others."

"This bottle of water of life represents ten years of life."

Crouch's hands couldn't help trembling, and his eyes were filled with shock.

"You didn't lie to me?"

"Would you like to know if you try it?"

Hearing this, Crouch hesitated for two seconds, then opened the bottle and drank it in one gulp.

Soon, his body underwent amazing changes.

The gray policemen turned golden, and most of the wrinkles on their faces were reduced.

Crouch felt that his body had returned to a peak. Although it was not the peak state, it still made him excited.

Wayne joked: "Congratulations, now (cfff) you can have a son."

Old Batty was still in disbelief, "You gave me such a valuable thing so easily?"

His age is not considered very old among wizards, and he can live for a long time. Who wouldn't want to have a youthful and healthy body again?

"Do I always want to give you some benefits?"

Wayne said nonchalantly: "Mr. Crouch, you are an excellent partner. Only if you restore your ambition and energy can you serve me better."

"I understand." Crouch nodded heavily.

Having a generous and powerful boss is undoubtedly a good thing for him.

As his body becomes ten years younger, Crouch's ambition seems to have been rekindled:

"Can you give me some more water of life? Don't get me wrong, I don't want to use it, but I want to give it to some people in need."

"For example..." Crouch showed a meaningful smile: "There are many people in the Wizengamot Wizards who are already old."

"It's been prepared for you." Wayne flicked his hand, and a thumb-sized bottle appeared on the table.

"Each bottle is from a vintage. It's up to you to decide who you want to give it to. You don't have to ask me."

"If it's not enough, you can come to me for more."

Crouch carefully put it away, "Great, with these, it won't be difficult for you to join the Wizengamot now."

Wayne shook his head and refused: "I have no interest in this aspect. If Lao Deng retires one day, maybe I can become the chief mage.

Crouch's mouth twitched.

Chief Mage....How dare you think.

"Okay, now that we've finished talking about business, it's time to talk about personal matters." Wayne rubbed his hands.

"Did you know that there is an employee in your department named Kevin Zhang?"

Crouch lowered his head and thought. He never liked to remember the names of his employees, because in his opinion, these people were not important.

But now that Wayne asked...he had to think about it carefully.

After a long while, Crouch finally said: "There is such a person who works as a staff member at the International Magical Law Office. He is..."

"My future father-in-law." Wayne didn't shy away from it and confirmed the relationship between the two in private.

"You...are quite a relative."

Crouch took a while to give such an evaluation.

"I understand what you mean. His position will change soon."

Crouch thought Wayne wanted him to help promote Mr. Zhang's position, but he never thought that Wayne shook his head.

"You must take care of yourself, but you can't be promoted without reason.

"I have a suggestion, how about letting him be on duty on Christmas Day? This can be considered a credit, and others can't find fault.

Crouch's face gradually became weird: "Are you sure he is your father-in-law and not your enemy?"

What a loss to this person.

No one was even allowed to have a family reunion on Christmas Day, and he was asked to be on duty by name.

Wayne stroked his palm sadly, "He is indeed my father-in-law. But he has always been worried about me taking away his daughter two years ago."

"No, I want Qiu to accompany me to spend Christmas with an elder, but I can only give in to him.

Crowley looked at the boy with a complicated expression.

Being this guy's father-in-law... Zhang Kaiwen is really unlucky for eight lifetimes.

Two days later, in the evening.

Wayne came to visit Qiu's home on time.

It was Qiu's mother, Mrs. Zhang, who opened the door. She smiled gently when she saw Wayne:

"Come in quickly. Auntie is preparing the meal. It will be ready in a moment. I heard from Qiu that you are used to eating oriental food. You should be fine, right?"

"Of course, Auntie's cooking is so good, I'm not picky about food."

Wayne's obedient answer made Mrs. Zhang smile even more kindly.

After entering the house, a slight snort came from the living room, and Qiu snickered and came over.

"You really dare to come?"

Wayne blinked: "Didn't we all agree that as long as uncle agrees, you have to come with me.

Qiu gave him a look that asked for blessings, and pulled the young man to the living room to sit down.

"Hello, uncle."

"Yeah." Mr. Zhang responded coldly. Wayne didn't care and sat next to Qiu. The two of them whispered, their bodies close to each other.

Seeing his daughter and Wayne being affectionate, veins appeared on Mr. Zhang's palms and his teeth were almost broken.

Wayne has been here before, but he has never been so arrogant like this time.

Do you really think of his old father as a transparent person?

The atmosphere in the living room has become very strange. On one side is Mr. Zhang's loneliness and desolation, and on the other side is the tenderness and sweetness of young girls.

It's not that Qiu didn't notice her father's displeasure, she just wanted to tell him that she liked Wayne very much in this way, so that he could agree after a while.

But it seems to have had the opposite effect.

It wasn't until Mrs. Zhang asked a few people to go to dinner that the deadlock was broken.

Mrs. Zhang runs a small restaurant and her skills go without saying.

Anyway, Wayne praised every dish so much that Mrs. Zhang couldn’t open her mouth from ear to ear.

This doesn't sound like perfunctory, but sincere.

"Eat more if you like, and you can come here more often in the future." Mrs. Zhang became more and more satisfied as she looked at Wayne who was still picking vegetables for Qiu.

Seeing that there was almost no place for him in the house, Mr. Zhang finally couldn't help it anymore and coughed heavily to show his presence.

As a result, Mrs. Zhang looked over with disgust.

"You have a cold? If you have a cold, finish your meal and leave the table quickly to avoid infecting Qiu and Wayne.

"No, dear." Mr. Zhang looked embarrassed: "I just want to say something."

He looked at Qiu pretending to be mysterious, "You don't know yet, but Hogwarts is going to be very lively next semester."

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However, Qiu became curious.

"Why?"

"There is a big event to be held at Hogwarts." Mr. Zhang said mysteriously: "When the Ministry is finished with the World Cup, preparations will begin. You students are really lucky.

You can witness history by going up there. "

"What kind of activity is it?" Qiu became more and more curious. Mr. Zhang whetted his appetite and finally stopped talking:

"It's the Triwizard Tournament. The event that has been suspended for hundreds of years will be restarted next year."

"What did I think it was..."

To Mr. Zhang's surprise, Qiu lowered his head in frustration.

"Don't you know what the Triwizard Tournament is?" He said in confusion. Just as he was about to explain the content of the Triwizard Tournament, he heard Qiu say listlessly:

"I know. Wayne told me two years ago. If you didn't mention it, I would have forgotten about it."

Mr. Zhang looked at the boy stiffly, and Wayne smiled sheepishly:

"I have a pretty good relationship with Madame Maxime. He told me."

Only then did Mr. Zhang remember that the young man in front of him was no ordinary person. He had won the Medal of Merlin and participated in the potion competition. Not long ago, I heard that he had killed more than a hundred dementors.

"Pfft!"

Seeing her husband's depressed expression, Mrs. Zhang finally couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.

"Okay, let's eat quickly, it will get cold soon."

After the meal, Qiu and Mrs. Zhang were cleaning in the kitchen, while Wayne and Mr. Zhang came to the living room.

"Uncle, I need your help with something."

Wayne started the conversation first.

Mr. Zhang nodded noncommittally, indicating for him to continue.

"I'm going to spend Christmas at an elder's house this year, and I want Qiu to go with me."

"Impossible!" Mr. Zhang almost jumped up.

"Qiu will not leave with you."

How could he agree when his precious daughter only came back once every six months?

"I'm doing this for Qiu's good."

Even after being rebuffed, Wayne was not discouraged and continued: "You have to be on duty at the Ministry of Magic this year, and Auntie has to run a restaurant. Qiu is bored at home alone, so why not let her and

I spend the holidays together, so I'm not alone. "

He had already found out everything.

Because they are of Chinese descent, Qiu's parents are actually not too keen on Christmas.

In order to earn more money, Mrs. Zhang usually doesn't take a day off on Christmas.

"How did you know I was on duty?" Mr. Zhang asked strangely, "I didn't tell you when I was eating."

"It's not important." Wayne poured him a cup of tea: "Uncle, you don't want to spend Christmas alone, right?

Mr. Zhang's eyes dimmed, but he still did not agree directly, "You have to ask your aunt about this."

"Huh?" Wayne pretended to be surprised.

"Aren't you the one who makes the decision at home?"

What a good boy, with great vision!

Mr. Zhang's favorable impression of Wayne suddenly improved a lot.

Soon, Qiu and Mrs. Zhang packed up the kitchen and came over, Sui En mentioned the matter again.

"Are you going to be on duty this year?" Mrs. Zhang looked at him in surprise, "Why didn't you say that just now?"

"I didn't expect to tell you this." Mr. Zhang smiled bitterly.

"Mr. Crouch just informed me today and said that... after this time, my position can be mentioned."

"Then..." Mrs. Zhang looked at her daughter hesitantly.

"Wayne and I are leaving."

Qiu didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, so she agreed. In fact, she really wanted to spend the holidays with Wayne.

In the end, things just went down like this.

After sitting for a while, Wayne stood up and left.

Qiu wanted to see him off, but Mr. Zhang stood up instead.

“I’ll send him off.

"Dad, don't bully Wayne." Qiu warned worriedly.

Mr. Zhang’s fist became hard.

I've only worn this little cotton-padded jacket this year, but it's leaking air everywhere.

When he came to the door, Mr. Zhang asked in confusion: "I still don't understand. How did you know about what the ministry just decided?"

Wayne smiled shyly: "I have a good relationship with Mr. Crouch, and I just mentioned you when we were chatting the day before yesterday.

It wasn't until the boy disappeared in a taxi that Mr. Zhang realized what he was doing.

"Little bastard! It turns out you tricked me!".