Chapter 720 Father and Son
Barty Crouch lay on the damp ground, staring at Barty Crouch Jr. with his sunken eye sockets.
That face was obviously so familiar, but now it seemed extremely strange to him.
"If I could go back in time, I would rather let the dementors give you a kiss than let you live." Barty Crouch gritted his teeth and said:
"If your mother knew about it underground, she would definitely regret saving you. Instead, she should have let you die in Azkaban!"
"Don't mention my mother!" Barty Crouch Jr. said with a cold expression.
"Why don't you mention your mother? You killed her..."
"I didn't!" Barty Crouch Jr. yelled and raised his wand. With an explosion, Crouch rose off the ground, flew far away, and fell heavily to the ground.
Even Barty Crouch Jr. did not expect this outburst of anger. He had no choice but to restrain himself and said angrily:
"I didn't kill my mother! It was you! You killed her!"
"You imprisoned me in Azkaban coldly and ruthlessly. Since then, my mother has been missing her terribly and her health has gotten worse day by day.
Father, it was you who harmed my mother, not me! "
In the distance, Barty Crouch fell to the ground, his mouth full of dirt, blood, and dead branches and leaves.
Hearing his son's words, he struggled to get up, but his back spasmed violently. He must have twisted it when he fell.
He slowly hooked a tree root, finally managed to sit up, and said:
"Don't you know why I want to put you in Azkaban?! Didn't you just say... you are a Death Eater!"
"I am a Death Eater, but you could have saved me, you could have done it easily!" Barty Crouch Jr. pointed angrily at his father and said:
"Dumbledore can give evidence to Snape that he is innocent;
Narcissa Malfoy could spend a large sum of gold to bribe the Wizengamot jury to say that her husband was controlled by the Imperius Curse and escape from Azkaban..."
Barty Crouch Jr. stared into his father's eyes. He was panting with anger and couldn't help asking:
"Why can't you save your poor son like they did?
You were the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement at the time. You were extremely powerful and had the power to judge all criminals. You were only one step away from the minister.
You can release me with just one sentence! "
Barty Crouch clenched his hands so tightly that his knuckles turned white, and his trembling fingers dug into his skin. He wanted to say something, but had nothing to say. He could only mutter:
"I can't...I can't..."
"Ah, of course you can't. You are an upright and upright person. I often forget this because I rarely meet people like you in my life." Barty Crouch Jr. said in a strange tone:
"It seems that the Sorting Hat made a mistake back then. You should not have been sent to the cunning Slytherin house, but to the upright Hufflepuff house."
"But I remember that a just man like you has also made private deals with Death Eaters like Karkaroff.
He gives you information about other Death Eaters so you can continue your exploits, and you help him get free - even though Karkaroff has done a lot more bad things than I have. "
"Fuck you justice!" Barty Crouch Jr. spat at the ground with disdain and said viciously:
"Father, everything you do is for official status, for the position of Minister of Magic!
You are afraid that after you save me, you will be ridiculed by the magical world - look, that Barty Crouch usually pretends to be selfless, but when he meets his own son, doesn't he immediately show favoritism? "
Barty Crouch Jr. sneered:
"So, father, you can excuse Karkaroff, but you are unwilling to let me go. In order to protect your reputation, after I was caught by the Aurors, you were unwilling to see me even once. Even during the trial, you were unwilling to talk to me. Let me say something."
"The most ridiculous thing is that you tried so hard to distance yourself from me, the son of a Death Eater, but instead made everyone think you were too cold-blooded.
You were only one step away from the Minister of Magic, but in the end you were caught by that fool Fudge. "
Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't help laughing, a happy and comfortable smile.
"Father, you are vain and you value reputation more than anything else. You have ruined our family and killed my dear mother!"
Barty Crouch's face was pale and his lips were trembling. He seemed to want to retort a few words, but was unable to do so. He held the root of the tree with one hand and murmured with blue veins popping out:
"You are hopeless..."
"I am indeed hopeless." Barty Crouch Jr. sneered:
"When my father chose to leave me in Azkaban even though he had the chance to take me home, I was hopeless.
When my mother used her life to get me out, my father used the Imperius Curse to control me and kept me at home for thirteen years. I was hopeless. "
Barty Crouch Jr. said with an expression of hatred:
"Father, you locked me up at home. Although it's not Azkaban, it feels exactly the same to me! Your Imperius Curse over the years has caused me so much pain."
Barty Crouch Jr. was furious. He couldn't control it anymore and waved his wand directly:
"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"
Barty Crouch screamed in pain and tried to stand up, but twisted and fell.
Little Barty Crouch watched his father scream, and he laughed heartily. After a long time, he raised his wand.
Barty Crouch was lying on the ground dying, his whole body trembling. He very slowly raised his shoulders a few inches, raised his head, and looked at his son.
He wanted to find some connection in the gaze... something familiar and familiar, but the result was so chilling that he was so numb that he lost all feeling.
Although Barty Crouch Jr.'s eyes and hair color were exactly the same as his own, he was a complete stranger, and his eyes were filled with hatred and vengeful fury that was almost alien.
Barty Crouch's face was ashen, and two crystal trembling tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, slowly sliding across his cheeks. He said desperately:
"You...you kill me...kill me quickly..."
Barty Crouch Jr. looked at those two lines of tears. He thought they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen in his life. He grinned and said:
"There is no doubt that I will do this. The purpose of my coming today is to kill you. As long as you die, the master's secret will not be leaked."
Barty Crouch's face was completely distorted by grief. He leaned back, lying on the ground, and screamed in pain: "Do it!"
"As you wish." Barty Crouch Jr. raised his wand and said:
"Avada Kedavra!"
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