Chapter 309: Someone Always Takes The Blame, Why Does It Have To Be You?

Chapter 309: Someone Always Takes The Blame, Why Does It Have To Be You?

Crouch House, basement.

The familiar snapping sound sounded, but surprisingly this time it was not accompanied by screams, but instead was accompanied by intense friction and strange moans and pleas.

"Kill me, please, kill me quickly!"

"No...ah! I...I'm going to be itchy to death!"

Barty Crouch Jr. was crawling darkly and twisted on the ground like a maggot, his face flushed, veins bulging, and he would beat himself crazily, hoping to use the pain to distract his attention.

His whole body felt like there were countless little bugs crawling across his body. The itching was unbearable and he wanted to die immediately.

Times are progressing, and Wayne cannot stand still.

Although the effect of the Whip of Kindness is already very good, after Snape used it for two and a half weeks, he still found some shortcomings.

Having only one effect is a bit too monotonous.

Moreover, the screams of people tortured by the Cruciatus Curse are very unpleasant to hear. In the short term, they may sound pleasant to the ears, but over time, they may become boring.

As expected of someone who had been a Death Eater, he paid so much attention to details even when he tortured people. Wayne said he learned a lot.

After getting the whip back yesterday, he made a small upgrade overnight.

Itch is a somatic sensation that is more unbearable than pain. Pain also involves a process of immunity and adaptation. However, itching is not pain. The body will not have any immune mechanism to take effect. In other words, you will always feel itchy. You won't even get used to it gradually.

Every time the whip was struck, little Barty felt no pain, only itching, all over his body, inside and outside.

If he had the space to choose, little Barty would rather be tortured by the Cruciatus Curse than endure the pain he is experiencing now.

The sweat on the ground formed a stream. When Wayne saw little Barty trying to hit the wall and pass out, he immediately whipped him and put him up.

"How on earth did I offend you? Can you please give me a good time and kill me quickly!" "Zero Two Seven"

"Are you just going to watch him torture your son?"

"You are still not my father!"

Little Barty's voice became hoarse. His eyes looked at Wayne with fear, but in the end, he roared at Mr. Crouch, who had always been expressionless.

Seeing his son being tortured to death, Crouch not only did not get angry, but instead showed a sarcastic smile on his serious face:

"It's really rare... I didn't expect that more than ten years later, I would still hear you call me Shi Qingqin."

Seeing such a picture of a loving father and a filial son, Wayne was very pleased.

He put away the whip, his eyes flashed with red light, and little Barty's eyes were confused for a moment.

Wayne took out the prophecy ball and gave it to Barty Jr.

"Break it."

Upon hearing the order, Little Barty dropped the prophecy ball on the ground without hesitation. The ball fell apart and the mist inside dispersed.

"What can you see and hear?" Wayne asked.

Little Barty shook his head blankly: "It's just a mist, nothing."

Wayne frowned and suddenly looked at Crouch: "Do you know anything about the Department of Mysteries? Is it because he is controlled by the Imperius Curse, so he can't see the scene 2 inside?"

"The silent people are very mysterious. I have never dealt with them." Crouch shook his head, "But the situation you mentioned does not exist [I have read similar cases in books.

"Little Barty can't see it because the prophecy has nothing to do with him."

"Isn't it him?" Wayne frowned and waved his hand to repair the prophecy ball as before, but the fog inside dissipated.

After releasing control of Barty Jr., Wayne pointed the wand at Barty Jr.'s eyebrows, and with one operation, all memories about his appearance were modified and deleted [Looking at Crowe, he frowned.

"Is it necessary to be so cautious? He can't get out."

"Be careful when sailing for thousands of years." Wayne said without raising his head: "Just do the things that are easy to do and save yourself from trouble in the future."

Crouch was speechless.

Being so strong yet so stubborn actually made him feel at ease.

After thoroughly cleaning up the traces of their existence, the two walked out of the dungeon and returned to the living room.

As soon as he sat down, Crouch asked curiously: "Did you take that prophecy ball just now from the Department of Mysteries?"

"I've never even been to the Ministry of Magic, how could I go to the Department of Mysteries?"

Wayne picked up the tea and shook his head slightly: "This is the prophecy Trelawney made not long ago about Voldemort. I suspect it has something to do with Barty Jr., but now it seems it's not him."

As soon as he heard that it was related to Voldemort, Crouch's expression immediately became serious.

"Can you tell me something?"

They were all his own, and Wayne would not hide it. Not only did he tell the content of the prophecy, but he also told Crouch the target of his suspicion.

"Peter Pettigrew?" Crouch looked confused: "He has been dead for more than ten years, so why is he related to Voldemort again?"

This time it was Wayne's turn to be surprised.

"you do not know?"

"what do you know?"

In desperation, he could only tell the story about Sirius and Peter Pettigrew. After hearing this, Crouch was also shocked.

"It turns out that Mr. and Mrs. Potter secretly changed their secret keeper, but why didn't Black tell them at that time?"

Wayne reminded: "You have forgotten that he was imprisoned in Azkaban without going through the normal trial process at all.

"I finally understand why Fudge kept hiding the news. Maybe he just wanted to catch you off guard."

The person responsible for convicting Death Eaters back then was Crouch, then Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Fudge must have wanted to use Sirius's unjust, false and wrongful conviction to give Crouch a heavy blow. It would be better to let him leave the Ministry of Magic directly instead of being the director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

Crouch also figured this out, his expression uncertain.

Having recently hosted two large-scale events, he and the Cooperation Department have been in the limelight for a while. It is probably because of this reason that he has made Fudge feel afraid again.

But for a while, Crouch couldn't think of any good solution.

After all, these are all solid evidence, and the procedures he followed did have big loopholes.

Finally it was Wayne who came up with the idea.

"When the time comes, just blame the former minister for everything, and I will count on public opinion to cooperate with you."

The young man took a sip of hot tea and said slowly.

"Someone is always going to take the blame, why does it have to be you?"

After rejecting Crouch's dinner invitation, Wayne told him to prepare more dirty water recently, and then returned to his home.

Nagini knew that Wayne was on vacation today, so she came back early and prepared a sumptuous dinner.

"You've grown taller again." Snake Girl's eyes sparkled.

Fourteen-year-old Wayne has basically lost his childishness, and his facial features have become clearer and tougher.

A little less cute and a little more handsome.

"You've gained a little weight too." Wayne also joked.

Nagini immediately panicked and reached out to touch herself: "Really? Has your waist become much thicker?"

"Fat means you were too thin before."

Wayne took Nagini's hand away and placed his own hand on her waist.

"I used to be malnourished and too thin, but now I'm just fine."

"I don't believe it. You must be comforting me."

Any woman is particularly sensitive to the word fat, and Nagini is no exception: “You can eat this dinner by yourself, I’ll just watch.

"Do you have the energy to lose weight when you are full? This meal is not enough. Sit down quickly. The food will be cold in a while."

Wayne persuaded Nagini to calm down a little and finished the feast with him.

After eating, Nagini sat on the sofa and rested her leg comfortably on her head:

"Let's watch this year's World Cup final together. It's rare for the Wizarding World to be so lively."

Nagini hesitated for a moment: "In that store..."

"I'll give you a mission."

The boy turned over, faced up, and looked at her seriously: "The World Cup will be held in mid-August. Before that, you have to find a qualified successor to manage the store for you."

"It's not your shackles there, it's just a place for you to relax."

"Okay." Seeing how seriously he spoke, Nagini had no choice but to nod obediently and suddenly asked in a low voice:

"You must be tired after riding the train all day. Let me give you a bath."

In fact, there is no culture of scrubbing in the UK, only the habit of taking a bath, but Nagini is from the Malay area and knows something about this.

Hearing that there were benefits, Wayne readily agreed.

But before going to take a shower, he had to release the magical animals from the suitcase.

Three unicorns, an iron-eater, another Niffler, a golden snitch, and two phoenixes were taken out of the pocket.

Um?

Wayne looked at Fox in front of him in astonishment.

"Why are you still here with me?"

"Chirp!"

Hogwarts.

The little wizards all went home for the holidays, and the whole school became deserted.

Not only that, most of the professors have also left the school, and now only the house elves, the key keeper Filch, Dumbledore and Snape are left here.

Oh, and the 'prisoners' the two of them were guarding.

Principal's office.

Dumbledore and Sirius had also just finished dinner and were talking.

"Professor, I don't understand why you trust Snape so much as Head of Slytherin."

"He was once a Death Eater, and he worshiped the Dark Lord extremely before he graduated."

Sirius had been holding back this question for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking it after being beaten by Snape again today.

Faced with his doubts, Dumbledore smiled slightly.

"Sirius, don't always look at anyone with fixed eyes, even if you knew him very well before.

"When we are young, we all take the wrong path when we are confused. Not only Severus, but even I have made many mistakes.

When he said this, the old man's eyes were slightly gloomy, but he quickly returned to normal.

"Severus is nothing like he used to be."

"I didn't notice it at all." Sirius muttered, "He's still so annoying, um, and he doesn't pay attention to personal hygiene.

When he was in school, he had James to help him, so he had no pressure to bully Snape.

But now James is gone, and Lupine is gone too. He doesn't have a wand yet, so he is no match for Snape.

"You will gradually find out later." Dumbledore said softly: "I believe in him, just like I believe in you and Hagrid. I can hand my back to you without any defense."

Even...more believing.

Dumbledore said silently in his mind.

This is not to doubt Hagrid and Sirius' loyalty to him, but just because of their character flaws.

As a Gryffindor, he knows the strengths and weaknesses of Gryffindors best.

There are some things you can let Snape know, but you can't let other trusted people know. It will only make them more troubled and inconvenient.

chaos.

Seeing that Dumbledore had gone so far as to talk, Sirius had no choice but to give up.

He made another request.

"Professor, I want to go to the Black ancestral home. There is a house elf there. I'm afraid he will make things difficult for Lupin.

"If you don't trust me, you can go with me."

"No problem." Dumbledore readily agreed: "Fawkes will..."

Halfway through, his smile froze.

"What's wrong with you?" Sirius asked strangely.

Dumbledore looked at the empty bird stand and sighed.

"My bird...was taken away by Mr. Lawrence."

The next day, when the sun shone softly into the house through the screen window, Nagini slowly opened her eyes.

Seeing the young man still sleeping soundly on his chest, a smile couldn't help but form on his lips.

Carefully placing Wayne on the same soft pillow, Nagini walked out of the room without making any noise.

Wayne asked her to find a suitable store manager within a month. Nagini thought about it carefully last night and found that the two employees in the store were not suitable and she still needed to recruit again.

She planned to register an advertisement with the Daily Prophet to see if she could find a suitable candidate.

The first requirement is that you must be a Hufflepuff graduate.

Under the influence of Wayne, the concept of nepotism was deeply imprinted in Nagini's mind.

As long as your character is up to par, it doesn't matter if your abilities are a little bit off.

By noon, Hermione had already arrived, and Wayne got up to wash up and have breakfast.

Looking at the boy eating breakfast, the little witch had an unkind look in her eyes.

"Gardevoir just said...you and Nagini slept together?"

Not only Hermione, Qiu, and Astoria also knew about Nagini's existence.

Wayne tried his best to make Nagini's story as miserable as possible, and then put all the blame on his dear senior.

He's just a kind Hufflepuff who wants to help others.

But because Nagini had read The Legend of White Snake, she voluntarily stayed to repay her kindness.

3.0 "We talked too late last night and fell asleep directly." Wayne fooled her, and seeing that Hermione was still a little unhappy, he immediately dropped a bombshell.

"How about I take you to see Nicoléme after dinner?"

"Really?"

Sure enough, the jealous little witch's attention was diverted instantly.

"Are you going to see Nicoléme?"

"Well, I need to talk to him about some things. He will be back in the evening. If you don't want to go, forget it." Wayne said this deliberately.

"Who says I don't want to go?" Hermione grabbed Wayne's arm anxiously: "Of course I want to see Mr. Nicoléme."

After Christmas, she heard that Qiu and Wayne were staying at Nicoléme's house, and she was extremely envious. If she had known that there would be such an opportunity, she would not have gone skiing.

Either way.

"Hey..." Wayne put down his knife and fork, leaned back, and said weakly: "I have to do it myself when I eat. It's so tiring."

Hermione immediately understood what he meant and rolled her eyes at him angrily, but still obediently chopped up the eggs and sausages on the plate and fed them to the boy at ten o'clock.

"Is that okay now?"

Putting down the empty plate, Hermione asked again.

"Let's go." Wayne stood up, took Hermione's hand, and snapped his fingers with the other hand.

A golden-red bird flew out of the back yard.

"Fox?" The girl looked at it in surprise.

"Tweet!" Fox tilted his head, seemingly greeting the girl.

Hermione turned to look at Wayne: "Why is Fawkes here with you?"

"A while ago, Dumbledore made Fawkes unhappy, so he came to play with Phoenix King. As a result, I forgot about it and brought him back with him yesterday.

"Okay, I always use Phoenix King to rush on the road, but now I'll use Fox."

"Just to see if other people's birds work well"