Harry Potter: Super Magic God

Chapter 483 Little Crouch Kills His Father

"Although I failed to seize the best chance to escape, my actions in the Quidditch World Cup were not in vain. Now there are only two people at home, my father and me. Later... Later..." Little Crouch shook his head, his face With a perverted smile on his face, "My master found me!"

"Go on." George said coldly.

Little Crouch had a smile on his face. "He came to my house one night, carried by his servant Wormtail. My master knew I was alive, he knew everything, he knew everything. He knew my father kept me locked up. At home, don't let me go to him."

"He knew that I was his faithful servant—perhaps the most faithful one. My master had a plan. He needed me, and he came to my door near midnight that day, and it was my father who opened the door."

The smile on little Crouch's face deepened, as if recalling the happiest time in his life.

"Unknowingly, my father was put under the Imperius Curse by my master. Now he is under house arrest and controlled. My master forced him to work as usual as if nothing had happened. I was released. , woke up, regained his true nature, and gained vitality that he had not had for many years."

"What did Voldemort ask you to do?" George asked calmly.

"He asked me if I was willing to risk everything for him. Of course I would. To serve him, I could do anything. Proving my loyalty to him was my dream, my greatest wish. He told me he needed Put a henchman in Hogwarts, and I took it on right away."

"I'm going to coach Harry Potter in the Triwizard Tournament, and I'm going to do it in the dark. He's going to spy on Harry Potter and make sure he gets the Triwizard Cup; he's going to steal the trophy for a door key, okay? Take the first person who catches it to my master."

"The trophy was not replaced with a door key, but a magic trap." George calmly pointed out the mistake.

Little Crouch shook his head as if his head was stuck, and the question seemed to be beyond his current mind.

He finally thought of something, he shook his head, and said intermittently, "...this may just be a step in my master's plan...he has more plans I don't know, he always So powerful and omniscient....he changed his plan halfway..."

Seeing little Crouch's intermittent and unclear answers, George changed the question again and asked, "Tell me about your next actions."

"My master learned that old Auror Moody was going to teach at Hogwarts. He asked me to replace Moody in Hogwarts, and Wormtail and I pre-prepared the potion and went to Moody's house. Di fought hard and made a lot of noise."

"We finally got him down in time, pushed him into the dark room of his own magic box, plucked some hair out of him, added it to the decoction. I drank the medicine, became Moody, and took his wooden legs. and enchanted eyes."

"I was ready when Arthur Weasley came to question the muggles who heard the noise. I made the litter box go around the yard and I told Arthur Weasley I heard someone break in Yard, turning the litter box around."

"Then I picked up Moody's clothes and the black magic detector, put them in a suitcase with Moody, and set off for Hogwarts."

"I put the Imperius on him, but it didn't kill him, I need to ask him questions, learn about his past, his habits, so that even Dumbledore won't see through. I also need to use his hair To make a compound decoction."

"Other materials are easy to find. I stole the skin of the African tree snake from the basement classroom. When the Potions teacher found me in his office, I said I was ordered to search."

George thought of another question and asked, "How did your father die."

Little Crouch had the brightest smile on his face, and he said happily, "I killed him. I wanted to kill him early in the morning. The day the master came, I begged him to let me kill him. Barty Crouch."

His voice became depressed again, sullen,

"But my master won't let him. He said he still needs my father to live temporarily as a cover. He wants to make sure that everything is as it is, and no flaws are found."

Then, his face became happy again, and his voice was hidden.

"That idiot Wormtail helped me a lot. He looked after my master and watched my father. My father was also a very powerful wizard, and he started resisting the Imperius faster than I did, and he quickly came to his senses. He Hidden, took advantage of Wormtail's negligence and escaped."

"My master guessed he went to Hogwarts. My father wanted to tell Dumbledore everything, to confess to him about smuggling me out of Azkaban. My master informed me that my father ran He wanted me to stop him at all costs. He allowed me to kill my father."

There was contented joy in his face, and unstoppable joy in his voice, "I waited for my father to arrive at Hogwarts for a week. Finally, one night, when I was wandering outside the castle, I found he."

"It was the most wonderful moment of my life, I put on the Invisibility Cloak. He was walking on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and I followed him all the way, trying to keep this wonderful moment for a while."

There was unstoppable smugness in his tone, "I almost got into trouble because of this. Potter and Krum suddenly appeared, and I waited for a while. I can't hurt Potter, my master needs him. I stunned Krum and killed my father while Potter was running for Dumbledore."

Harry looked in horror at the little Crouch in front of him, watching him talk about his experience of killing his father in a tone of the most beautiful things in the world.

"You killed your father," George asked in a flat voice. "What happened to the body?"

Little Crouch said with a relaxed face, "I carried him into the woods and covered it with an invisibility cloak. I saw Harry and Dumbledore walk out of the castle, so I came out of the woods and went around behind them and went up. Say hello to them. Dumbledore told me to find my father."

He continued, "I went back to my father's corpse, and when everyone was gone, I cast a Transfiguration Charm on the corpse to turn it into bone...then I put on the Invisibility Cloak and buried it in Hagrid's Hut. In the newly dug soil, then I clapped my hands and went back to sleep comfortably."

There was silence in the staff lounge, deadly quiet, although they had already guessed what happened to Barty Crouch. But from his son's mouth, when he heard his son happily talk about the experience of killing him, everyone just thought it was weird. What a wonderful father-son relationship.

(To be continued.)