Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

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"My wife begged me, begged me to save my son, oh, of course I wanted to save him too, but he made a serious mistake and there was nothing I could do about it." Crouch sighed.

"At the time I thought he was a stain on my life and shamed me."

"My wife is dying and dying because of excessive grief, and she wants her life in exchange for my son's."

Crouch paused.

"I agree," he said, as if he had made up his mind. "He is my son after all."

Many people off the field took a deep breath.

"I sort of deal with dementors a lot, I know them, they're a bunch of blind men, my wife and I went to see him, and they would just smell a healthy man and a dying man walking into Az Kaban, as we left, smelled a healthy man and a dying man leaving Azkaban."

"You've left your wife and son out of the bag." The words came from some long table.

"Yes." Crouch nodded numbly, the more he recalled, the more he seemed to be in pain, and regret gradually appeared on his wrinkled face.

"My wife never forgot to drink the compound decoction, and until she died, she kept the appearance of my son."

"Amazing maternal love." Dumbledore closed his eyes tiredly and shook his head.

Some things, even if reason tells them to be wrong, but emotion will still prevail, prompting people to do some wrong things. From the mother's point of view, she only knows that she has sacrificed to save her son, but she does not know that this will lead to what consequences.

"After that, I regretted it. I was an executioner. I killed my wife indirectly, even if it was voluntary. After that, I fell into endless self-blame and annoyance."

"I have almost no intention of working, even if the new position has a heavy task, but I have to force myself to work so that others can't see my abnormality."

"But I can't keep doing this, my only remaining conscience tells me that I'm going to take care of the rest of my son's life, or at least make sure he doesn't do anything wrong, and that's probably the only little remedy I can do to atone for it. "

"I let him wear an invisibility cloak all day long, and used many spells to control him to prevent him from going out and doing bad things again. So many years have passed smoothly."

"In fact, except for the dementors, it's no different from prison." Crouch suddenly bent down and coughed violently.

"It wasn't until the preparations for the Quidditch World Cup began when my house-elf pleaded with me for my son and he convinced me that my wife certainly didn't want to see her sacrifice in exchange for A walking dead son, just like I said - my son's years were no different from being in prison."

"I agree." Mr. Crouch's tone returned to a numb state.

"That was the beginning of all tragedies. If he was still in Azkaban at that time, it might have been the best ending for him and everyone." Crouch said sadly and regretfully.

"He got off my Imperius Curse and got away, I'm still not sure if the commotion at the Quidditch World Cup was his act, I want to catch him and then watch him again."

"I don't have that chance." The man shook his head dejectedly and said with a wry smile.

"One night, someone knocked on the door of my house, and that man was Voldemort." Crouch's voice just fell, and there was another chattering voice in the auditorium.

That sounded too bizarre, like a joke.

Oh, think, you stay at home,

A devil who hasn't appeared for more than ten years, and everyone assumes that he has been dead for many years, knocked on your door like this. This horror story really lacks foreshadowing.

Crouch's tone, however, did not sound like a joke at all.

"He controlled me with the Imperius Curse."

At this time, there were many sounds of gasping for air from the audience.

"This is really terrifying." Professor McGonagall held her forehead, feeling a little dizzy.

"Then...then." Percy stood up from the stage at this time, pointed to Mr. Crouch, and said in disbelief.

"You should have guessed correctly. After the first match of the Goblet of Fire, I lost my freedom, not as seriously ill as the outside world said."

"Even though the Imperius Curse can control my mind almost completely, the Dark Lord still has no confidence in me, so he still tries to avoid me in public to avoid exposure."

Percy slumped back to his seat, his arrogant face in the past was now gloomy, his eyes seemed to have lost their vigour, and it seemed that he had suffered a great blow.

"He was weak, I could feel it, because he didn't have a body at the time, he was in a swaddle, he was like a baby, he just looked pretty ugly, but even so he overpowered me with ease. "

Many people at the long table began to tremble. They couldn't feel the feeling, but they could use their imaginations and try to understand.

"He is still as arrogant and arrogant as the outside world. He thinks that the ability of magic is above everything. Maybe this is a bit of a boastful suspicion, but I still want to say that I am free from the control of Voldemort's Imperius Curse."

There were bursts of amazement off the field.

"It's unbelievable," a student shouted.

"He was arrogant, and perhaps never expected his magic to be lifted." Crouch said slowly.

"It's just that at that time, my mind was no longer sober. He didn't want to use the Imperius Curse to control me before. That kind of control was sometimes unnatural and might be discovered, so he wanted me to surrender from the bottom of my heart. Surrender to her, he tortured me with the Cruciatus, oh, that's unimaginable pain," Crouch said lightly.

"Because there are a lot of people who have gone crazy with the Cruciatus, I have temporarily lost the ability to think rationally, but the only instinct and conscience tell me that if I want things to be salvaged, I have to tell Dumbledore everything, he is the only one Someone who can stand up to the Dark Lord."

"So I wandered all the way and struggled to come to Hogwarts."

"I'm unkempt and embarrassed, and few people recognize me."

Hermione in the audience had been listening quietly to Crouch's story, and she lowered her head to think. Suddenly, she raised her head, her eyes flashing with wisdom.

"Then you really attacked Krum?" she asked directly, standing up.

Krum in front of the stage widened his eyes, and he also didn't stop his thinking. If what this man said was true, then maybe his attack was justifiable.

No one can argue too much with a lunatic, can they? And it sounded like his experience was pitiful. ) Download Free Reader!!