From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"It's really, tragic enough..."

The beaters shook their heads and described what had just happened in brisk tones.

Azkaban is a place destined not to have joy. Just when a group of prisoners were laughing happily, the real jailers of Azkaban could no longer control their hunger and began to enjoy this delicious meal. Come buffet.

Even though the beaters were still staring here, these guys didn't restrain their desires very much. The prisoners who were happily cursing at first fell down directly under the weight of accumulated fear when they just pounced on them. .

"Fortunately, those guys are quite sensible. It would be bad if the prisoner was killed."

A beater with a bit of rosacea shook his head, "This place is not a good place. When those gray skins flew over just now, I was frightened by them - I was afraid that those guys would eat me and treat me as one." Got food.”

"They're pretty safe after all these years, aren't they?"

Another beater said nonchalantly. The beater would come here from time to time to deliver supplies and make some extra money. Compared with the short-term unhappiness, the galleons obtained from the prisoners' pockets were the source of happiness.

"Those who feed on wizards will be absolutely merciless when attacking wizards." The rosacea striker shook his head, "If a dog has eaten a human, it will be no different from a wolf."

"Okay, okay, that's how you guys who just came here are like this," the other person didn't bother to argue. Galleons are more persuasive than anything else. Chocolates sold in knuts outside can even be sold here occasionally. Long Lai, this is much more powerful than words, "Check the defense, check the security work of each cell!"

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"Master, please drink water."

Winky, the house elf of the Crouch family, carefully picked up a glass of water and handed it to the sleepy little Barty.

She was quite happy during this period - the old Mr. Barty reappeared in people's sight and gained the trust of the people again after handling the unexpected cases of the World Cup neatly. Crouch regained his rights. Even his own elf got better, which made Twinkle very happy.

However, there are still some regrets under such happiness. Because Mr. Crouch has regained power, life has become difficult for little Barty again. He is strictly prohibited from going out for fun - although it has only been a few times before.

The soul-stealing curse was firmly imposed, and Old Barty would even reinforce the spell once a month. If it wasn't for the fact that releasing it too much would directly kill him, he would have wished to do it once a week.

"No matter what, the young master is still fine..."

As for the future, Shining didn't dare to hope or think about it. She just wanted to follow her master's orders and take good care of her little master.

"Master... you are!"

Twinkle suddenly exclaimed, and the defense measures at the gate were easily removed, as if they didn't exist.

But in just a moment, Winky lost the ability to defend, and the protection in Crouch's home was directly breached. Winky was thrown directly against the wall, losing the ability to defend.

"Stop, you idiot, don't kill it. The Dark Lord said that if you lurk in, you are not allowed to harm anything related to that lucky boy!"

"Well...it's really...lucky boy, he's actually worthy of our personal trip to save him."

Half-conscious and half-awake, Twinkle heard such a voice.

Then, she saw a masked wizard spilling a bottle of magic potion on her young master. Before she could worry, the young master who was originally firmly under control began to struggle desperately, and then his eyes became lively.

"Cough...cough...are you..."

Barty Crouch Jr. coughed as he surveyed the intruders in his home.

He wasn't worried about what was going to happen - whatever happened would be better than being held there like a puppet under the Imperius Curse.

As for causing trouble for his father? Sorry, he hadn't considered such a thing more than ten years ago.

"Purge, have you heard of it?"

"The Purifier?"

Little Barty moved his hands and feet while looking at the wands of the two strangers with his peripheral vision - at this distance, if he swooped out, the probability of grabbing one wand and casting a spell to kill the other instantly was not small...

However, there is no rush... He needs the other person to relax a little more, and by the way, he needs more time to try to control his body.

"I remember that you are supposed to be wizards from the American wizarding world. How come..."

"That's right, aren't we just doing it for—you want to do...?"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Little Barty jumped to grab a wand, and without thinking, he shot the Cruciatus Curse at the other one.

A miserable green light appeared in the room, and heart-wrenching shouts suddenly rang out. When the opponent was bent into a shrimp-like existence in agony, he lay directly on the ground and used his legs to severely beat the opponent who had taken away the wand. With a kick, he cast a curse to trap the opponent.

After applying another spell to the opponent who had been struck by the Cruciatus Curse, he stood up with his hands on the ground, a bit of dust on his face, and an uncontrollable laugh.

"You are really..."

He waved his wand to summon another wand, and the smile on his face became even crazier, "But no matter what, I have to thank you..."

The other party was really too immature and made mistakes that even surprised him.

To be honest, little Barty couldn't even imagine why these two seemingly good wizards could make such fatal mistakes, but since the other party gave them a chance, he wouldn't be polite.

"Tell me about it, you guys are... heart-breaking and bone-crushing!"

With a smile on his face, another green light flew out of his hand and pointed at one of them.

Heart-rending screams sounded instantly, and there was obvious panic on the other person's covered face...

"You can't, we came here to save you, Barty Crouch!"

"help me?"

The magic in Little Barty's hands did not stop, a cruel smile appeared on his face, "Who sent you here? How did he know?"

"The Dark Lord asked us to save you!"

'The Dark Lord? ’

Only then did Barty remember that in the daze he had just been controlled, he seemed to have heard the name, "Is it the Dark Lord?"

"Yes, it's the Dark Lord! We were sent especially to save you!"

"Owner…"

A look of ecstasy appeared on Barty's face, and uncontrollable joy burst out from his heart, "Is it the master?"

"Of course, it's the Dark Lord..."

"I knew...I knew that the Dark Lord would not die so easily. He said it, he said it, he said it!!! It's my fault, I shouldn't have doubted it, I shouldn't have doubted it. suspicious!"

Barty burst into tears. He danced and waved the wand randomly in his hand, sending out green sparks from time to time. "Master, master, where is he? I am loyal, I am the most loyal!"

The purifiers who were frightened by Barty's madness were now sincerely afraid of the crazy middle-aged man in front of them - they, the purifiers, had been avoiding the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic for generations, except for those powerful spells and techniques that had been passed down. Personal practical experience is actually not that good.

Had it not been for the Dark Lord's emergency black magic training and sufficient intelligence and sneak attacks, they would not have been able to crush and bully the same ordinary Aurors.

But after meeting the prisoner who had been imprisoned for many years, their sense of superiority towards Aurors was suddenly shattered...

After a while, Barty finally calmed down and remembered something, "But, how does the master know that I am here?"

"It was Lady Bertha who described your location. We were sent to infiltrate this place and get you out."

"Bertha?"

Little Barty shook his head, he really couldn't figure out who this person was.

"So, master, master, what does he need me as a servant for?"

He held out his hand and looked himself over, "How can I contribute?"

"Attack Azkaban... We still have eight Purifiers outside. They are all wizards who are good at breaking protection and causing chaos. They are all under your command."

"Azkaban?"

Little Barty looked at the two of them doubtfully, "Of course I can, but master, master..."

"We don't know. We were sent here. We were just told to rescue you on Christmas Day and then break into Azkaban as soon as possible."

"Azkaban...the master has not forgotten us loyal servants..."

Little Barty thought for a moment and almost cried with joy - almost all of them who fought to find the Dark Lord to the last moment entered Azkaban, and he has never forgotten those companions who kidnapped Aurors with them.

"If you have no doubts," the purifier subconsciously used the honorific, "Should we leave first? The cracking of the soul-stealing curse may lead to the discovery of the caster."

"Just control him..."

Little Barty said without thinking, but looked at the two helpers and shook his head, "Forget it, let's leave first..."

He still recognized his father's strength. He didn't care whether he attacked or not, but it would be too much to delay the master's plan because of the failure of the attack...

Anyway, the guy who cared so much about his reputation was too cowardly to make it public - he grinned proudly, and then saw Twinkle on the side.

"never mind…"

He muttered to himself, and the original Avada Kedavra was replaced by Oblivion.

"Let's go."

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"Ran away…"

"Ran away…"

When Old Barty hurried back to his house, his son was missing. His house elf was lying there, unable to think of anything.

Countless annoyances surfaced - he was feeling complacent during this period, but in the end he suffered such a blow.

'Sparkling this waste...'

His face was calm, but he was scolding his elf angrily. If the other party hadn't been so diligent over the years, and the subsequent hunt needed to be carried out secretly, he would have wanted to fire her immediately.

"You lost him. Capture him secretly, Winky, before he causes more harm or is discovered by more people!"

After much hesitation, Old Barty decided to suppress the matter again, hoping to remedy the situation - the election was about to begin, and if he took over as Minister of Magic...

"Yes, Twinkle will..."

His heart was filled with regret, and he nodded quickly, determined to tie the young master firmly.

"Keep your identity a secret, Winky, and him!"

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"Success!"

When little Barty followed the two purgers to their temporary camp in England, the whole room cheered.

Among them, a special edition of the Daily Prophet sat.

Because the news from a foreign country was too shocking, the Daily Prophet put it directly on the front page.

The attack on Christmas Eve and the impeachment of the President of the Magic Congress the next day made the front page headlines - although Minister Fudge has increased a lot of expenses during this period and has not made any special contributions, but so After a comparison, everything was explained, and Minister Fudge's political achievements were suddenly revealed!

"This is?"

Little Barty picked up the newspaper and asked his companions doubtfully.

"We did it! The Dark Lord must have been planning this during this time!"

The purifier who was traveling with him sounded very happy, and then he talked about the great achievements of his team during this period.

"This? Amazing, really amazing..."

Little Barty looked at the newspaper and nodded. He probably understood what his master was thinking - if he hadn't guessed, after such an incident, those idiots from the Ministry of Magic would definitely increase the security of Diagon Alley and the Ministry of Magic. Power, even pulling out Aurors to demonstrate how strong their protective power is.

But such stupid behavior will obviously lead to an imbalance in the protective power of other important places - there are only so many strikers and Aurors, there are more here and less there, and the Azkaban they are going to is not something on the surface. There will definitely be no increase in manpower.

What's even better is that he was taken out of Azkaban by his father, and he also looked at the sky in Azkaban and thought about freedom - he really knew the general location of that place.

"We need to do it as soon as possible, as soon as possible!"

A perverted smile appeared on Little Barty's face - attacking Azkaban and rescuing the guys he recognized was a task that only those whom the Dark Lord trusted enough could get.

He loved this feeling so much, and after being rescued, even Bella, the guy who kept saying that he was the Dark Lord's most loyal servant, couldn't compare with him.

This is really...

"Find a way to collect some newspapers, the more the better. I want to have a general idea of ​​what happened recently!"

Barty Jr. issued the order unceremoniously, and the two Purifiers who were subdued by him easily helped him obtain the command.

Probably a few hours later, his order was carried out.

"Lucius, you..."

Little Barty watched the news and didn't know how to treat Malfoy for a moment - the other party sent all the Death Eaters he considered disloyal to Azkaban, but he was still a shameful traitor...

But after more than ten minutes, Barty Jr. no longer cared about Lucius's problem.

"Umbridge? Undersecretary of Magic? Hidden Death Eater?"

"How could it be possible? How could there be a servant who is more loyal than me?"