Hogwarts: Start By Destroying Nurmengard Prison

Daniel heard Crouch's question, but he didn't answer directly.

Instead, he smiled and picked up the wine glass on the table and looked at Crouch playfully.

"Oh? Buddy, why do you ask this?"

Crouch took a deep breath, looked into Daniel's eyes and said:

"You heard it from Dumbledore the other day."

"There is also the matter of Miss Grindelwald killing the mysterious man."

"So I need an answer."

Daniel smiled and took a sip of the wine in his hand. The crystal wine liquid formed a thin golden film on the transparent wine glass.

"Nice wine, Barty, you're a smart guy.

Daniel put down the wine glass, stood up, walked to Crouch and looked at him condescendingly.

"Trash like Voldemort is just trash to you sir."

"Hmm...perhaps sewer rats are a better description."

Crouch nodded, no surprise on his face.

Death Eaters really pale in comparison to the Saints!

"What about Miss Grindelwald?"

Daniel smiled, his face full of enthusiasm.

"Of course it's true! That's our lady!"

"We don't bother to lie to people, and there is no need!"

Crouch was silent, but his hands clasped in front of him were shaking slightly uncontrollably, revealing that he was not calm.

After a long time, Crouch took a deep breath (bcff).

"I want to ask you to help me with something about my son."

Daniel was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes turned playful.

"Didn't your son die in Azkaban?"

"Die by a dementor's kiss."

Crouch shook his head, his lips dry.

"Actually, it was my wife who died that year."

"At her request, I used Polyjuice Potion to transform her into the appearance of Barty Jr."

"Switched them... when I went to visit the prison."

Daniel looked at Crouch with some surprise, then nodded.

"It is indeed a parent's nature to protect their children."

"But is it worth it? He ruined your life, and he is Voldemort's lackey.

"Is it really okay to tell me these things? Are you not afraid that I will tell them?"

Crouch opened his mouth and finally sighed.

His whole body was slumped, and his deafened hair was like a twilight old man.

"I didn't want to accept my wife's request at the time."

"But when I think about what little Barty looks like, I just..."

"As for why I told you..."

"Actually, I don't know, Daniel, but I have a feeling that you will help me."

"After all, you lack allies, so I am a good choice."

"Even though I have lost a lot of power now, at least I still have some use.

After speaking, Crouch stared at Daniel, waiting for his answer.

Grindelwald's recent actions and layout made Crouch vaguely guess their intentions.

But what if he helped the saints for the sake of his son?

I guess his dead wife wouldn't blame him...

Daniel thought for a while and asked with a smile:

"It seems you have guessed something and are mentally prepared."

"But you're right, Barty Crouch."

"I need to remind you in advance that the Saints and the Grindelwald family will not tolerate a person who will betray."

Crouch heard Daniel's words and just nodded calmly.

"I'm mentally prepared"

Daniel laughed.

"Very well, tell me your request.

"Then what do you need me to help you with?"

“But in the end it’s up to you whether I take action or not.

A bright light appeared in Crouch's eyes. He stood up, pulled out his wand and pointed at a bookshelf.

"This is where I have been 'burying' my secrets..."