Hogwarts: I am Voldemort

Little Barty was a little bit tongue-tied, but Voldemort thought it was understandable.

Anyone who is imprisoned for several years, controlled by the Imperius Curse every day, wearing an invisibility cloak, and has no one to talk to will become rude.

"Dark Lord, what are your plans next?"

Little Barty asked Voldemort while chewing on the chicken drumstick.

He seemed to have a great appetite, and Shining was watching the little master destroying the chicken legs with a satisfied expression.

"Many, but there is one task that only you can complete."

As soon as Voldemort finished speaking, Barty Jr. immediately expressed his position: "I promise to complete the mission, Dark Lord, what do you need me to do?"

Seeing how excited he was, he was not in the mood to eat.

"We'll talk to you later, little Barty. The most important thing for you right now is eating."

Voldemort said, taking out his pocket watch and taking a look. He was waiting for Mr. Crouch.

"The master is back."

Before Voldemort could judge the time, Winky suddenly said.

Everyone followed her gaze and looked out the window, and sure enough they saw the tall and thin Crouch walking through the courtyard towards the castle.

"I think we'd better greet this gentleman."

Voldemort wiped the corners of his mouth, stood up and said.

Lucius and Old Turner also stood up and picked up their wands.

Winky hesitated, Voldemort smiled at her, and then gave her the Imperius Curse.

Afterwards, he led everyone to the door, and when Mr. Crouch opened the door, he used a stunner on him.

"The killing curse should be used."

Little Barty complained and tied up his father according to Voldemort's instructions.

"Mystery man?"

Mr. Crouch, who was awakened, shouted in surprise.

"Geraint, let him drink this."

Voldemort did not respond to him, but took out a small bottle and said.

"What are you going to do?"

Crouch asked doubtfully and tried to dodge, but Old Nott controlled his mouth.

"Veritaserum, Mr. Crouch, it's a small amount, it won't hurt your brain."

Voldemort said with a smile, and motioned for Barty to sit next to him.

Crouch was puzzled, but he looked at Barty Jr. with a little worry.

"It's time for the effects of the medicine to kick in."

Voldemort said, "First question, Mr. Crouch, what are you most proud of?"

"My son passed twelve ordinary wizarding exams."

After Crouch said this, he looked at his son with wide eyes. This was not what he wanted to say.

In other words, although this was the truth, he didn't want to say it in front of his son.

Voldemort nodded, glanced at the astonished Barty Jr., and continued: "How many people have you told about Barty Jr.'s test scores?"

"Everyone I could see during that time, I never mentioned it again until his mother told me it was rude to behave like that."

Crouch turned his head as if to avoid Barty Jr.'s gaze.

"Who suggested replacing Barty Jr. from Azkaban?" Voldemort asked again.

"my wife."

"snort."

Little Barty snorted, looking at his expression, it seemed that his father's true colors had been revealed.

In his opinion, taking a fancy to his own achievements was just due to his father's vanity.

He still remembered that his father did not praise him for this.

"What role did you play in this matter?" Voldemort asked again.

Crouch pursed his lips, looking like he didn't want to answer the question.

But under the influence of Veritaserum, he could not hold back for long.

"I was the one who suggested this possibility to my wife and expressed support for her proposal."

After he said this, he immediately gritted his teeth, but it was too late.

Voldemort himself was a little surprised, and little Barty was stunned again.

"Do you love your wife?"

"like."

"How much love?"

"My whole life belongs to her alone."

Crouch glared at Voldemort angrily, clearly not liking the question.

"Since you love her so much, why did you trade her for Barty Jr.?" Voldemort asked.

"Because she's dying."

"Is there no other reason?"

Crouch began to struggle, but the rope was tied tightly and there were two wands pointing at him.

He tried to grit his teeth and try to control himself through willpower.

It must be said that he did well, but he was soon overcome by the power of the drug.

"Because I love my son more, I am willing to give everything for him, and I am even willing to take his place and walk into that damn Azkaban."

Crouch couldn't help but roared and said everything. Then he glared at Voldemort, "What on earth are you going to do? Damn it, you..."

"Shut up."

Little Barty roared with red eyes, then looked at Voldemort and said, "I want to go to the room to calm down, Dark Lord, I..."

"Go on, kid, I just want to tell you how much your father loves you."

Voldemort hugged him, then pushed his back to let him go.

"I won't thank you for this, Mysterious Man." Crouch said through gritted teeth.

"Although the effect of the medicine may have expired, I think you are telling the truth."

Voldemort said, waving his wand.

The ropes tied to Crouch were immediately loosened. He looked at Voldemort in confusion, but then stretched his hands to his waist.

"do not move."

Seeing that Old Nott and Lucius were about to take action, Voldemort spoke up to stop them.

"Mr. Crouch, I didn't take your wand away out of respect for you, but if you pointed your wand at me, things would get very troublesome."

Voldemort's calm and restrained words made Crouch hesitate to raise his wand.

"Very good, then we can talk."

Voldemort motioned Lucius and Old Nott back to the sofa and lifted the spell from Winky.

"I'm sorry, Master." She said immediately to Crouch.

But Crouch snorted angrily and said nothing.

"If you don't like her, Mr. Crouch." Voldemort glanced at Winky and said, "You can give her to me."

Crouch was stunned. He never expected that Voldemort would say such a thing.

But before, he did have the idea of ​​abandoning Shining.

Because he felt that there must be something wrong with Winky that allowed Voldemort to find this place.

"I don't think it's necessary." Crouch said coldly.

"If you are willing to hand over Winky to the Dark Lord, I can forgive you for everything you have done to me over the years."

Little Barty with red eyes came out at some point, and Mr. Crouch said.

"Humph, forgive your father? I don't need to."

After Mr. Crouch finished speaking, he glanced at Voldemort with disgust, and then looked at Winky, "But Winky has made a mistake, and she really can't stay in the Crouch family anymore. I am willing to exchange it for the powerful mysterious man to spare my life." Opportunity."

Lucius rolled his eyes at these words.

Crouch, if you don't say "spare my life" so harshly, I, Lucius, will believe you.

Old Nott, on the other hand, picked up an apple and gnawed on it to watch the fun.

"Deal done."

Voldemort smiled and clapped his hands, looking at Winky.

At this time, she was standing there aggrievedly, looking very sad.

"Little Barty will follow me from now on, and if you follow me, you will also serve him, so, can you follow me?"

Voldemort asked, looking at Winky.

"Can I still take care of the little master?" Sparkling asked in surprise.

"Of course." Voldemort said firmly, "You can continue to call him that."

"Great, thank you Dark Lord... I mean, thank you Master."

The little guy was so happy that he almost jumped up. Crouch on the side curled his lips angrily.

Why is it that my old Batty is so disliked by you?