Hogwarts' Wizarding Throne

Crouch's ancestral home is located in the suburbs of London.

After Shaw and his party entered this solemn old house, they came to the study under the leadership of old Barty.

Although Crouch was a pure blood of the Holy Spirit, he lived a simple life with only one elf servant.

His elf was named Winky, who happened to be carrying a dinner plate and walked out of a large open secret room entrance in the study.

This is a relatively clean female house elf.

After seeing the master come back, Winky said pitifully.

"Master, the little master has been very well behaved recently. He is not as manic as before. He just wants to go out to watch a football game."

Battie's attitude towards house elves is no different from that of other old pure-blood wizards. He frowned and scolded coldly.

"When will it be your turn to beg for mercy? Get out!"

"Master, don't be angry. I was wrong. I was wrong." Winky admitted her mistake and walked out of the study carefully.

Shaw watched calmly.

Although he has a good impression of loyal and capable elves, and will be "hypocritical and utilitarian" to make friends with castle elves.

But he will not be a saint to liberate human rights.

For alien creatures.

A certain respect can be given, and improving their living conditions is Shaw's greatest kindness.

After sending Winky away, Barty immediately became respectful again.

"My lord, my son is locked up in there, and I have been controlling him with the Imperius Curse.

Some time ago, the mysterious man returned to England and contacted him with the Dark Mark, so he broke free from the Imperius Curse and was manic for a long time.

I know my son, and now he is pretending to be well-behaved just to paralyze me."

Shaw nodded and walked into the secret room.

The furnishings in the secret room are simple, with a soft bed, a set of neat chairs and a cabinet full of books.

A young man with messy light yellow hair and pale skin is sitting at the desk, concentrating on reading a book.

After hearing the noise, he turned around and greeted gently and politely.

"Father, you are here. Please bring me a copy of Moyef's Herbal Encyclopedia."

You have been overdrawn recently. I am very interested in tonic potions recently and want to research an advanced version for you.

Father, is this your student? He looks really good."

Shor felt that just looking at this scene, it was definitely a true father-son relationship.

But he also didn't believe that little Barty would be so obedient. This was a movie star who was really good at imitating and disguising.

In the original book, little Barty was calm and steady, cruel and cunning. He could disguise himself as "Moody" for a whole year under the eyes of Dumbledore and Snape, and could make Harry rely on and trust him the most.

Until he was exposed, everyone was still a little unbelievable.

Only when it came to loyalty to his master Voldemort, little Barty would reveal his impatient and extremely fierce side.

Shaw thought for a while, recalling some plots that were about to be forgotten.

Barty Jr. seemed to have said.

The Dark Lord and I have a lot in common. We both have extremely disappointing fathers. We both shamefully inherited our fathers' names, and we both happily killed our fathers.

Shaw felt that he understood something, and turned back to ask Barty Jr. meaningfully.

"Why do you think Barty Jr. worships Voldemort?"

Barty Jr.'s eyes flashed with murderous intent. This young man dared to call his master by his name, but he resisted the urge to attack.

Barty Jr. was stunned, and was really stumped by this question.

Because of his son, he had been out of power for so many years, and he had time to think deeply about his education.

His son was very good in both character and learning under his strict and intensive education since he was a child.

He even got the Twelve Excellent Subjects of Hogwarts, which once became his greatest pride.

Of course, it has also become his greatest shame.

With Barty Jr.'s stubborn ideas and his style as an old-fashioned patriarch, he felt that his ideas were far-sighted, and his son should continue along the path he set.

So now I still can't figure out how I, who hates evil, could cultivate an evil black wizard.

Unable to come up with an answer, and unable to not reply to Shaw, Old Barty could only make some guesses.

"Perhaps it's the mysterious man's powerful strength and the unrealistic and confusing ideas. After all, he is still an immature child in his heart."

Shor smiled and waved his hand without comment.

"You go out first. I'll talk to Little Barty alone and do some minor surgery by the way."

Old Barty hesitated and didn't question it. He bowed and walked out the door.

After Old Barty left, Little Barty was too lazy to pretend.

The gentleness in his eyes turned into a deep anger. He stretched out his tongue and licked his upper lip, and said impatiently.

"Boy, it seems that my hypocritical and rigid father respects you very much.You want me to betray my master by meeting me alone?

No problem, I promise you, help me to remove the restrictions on my body, and give me a wand. "

Shor looked at little Barty as if he was a fool.

To be precise, they both thought each other was a fool.

Shor pointed it out directly.

"Then you killed me and your father, and then ran to Voldemort, who is your real father in your mind?"

When the secret in his heart was revealed, little Barty's eyes became more fierce, and he stood up and wanted to come over to hit him.

"You will die, you will definitely die, the master is more powerful than you can imagine! "

Shor smiled calmly, pointed calmly, and little Batty was knocked unconscious and fell to the ground with a plop.

Then, he took out some precious and unusual alchemical materials from the ring.

He even condensed one-tenth of the purple faith in his left hand.

Shor prepared to use this fanatic to do an experiment.

He had wanted to do this experiment for a long time, but he was reluctant to do it with his own men.

Two hours later, he walked out of the secret room, looking a little tired.

Old Batty forced himself to go into the secret room first to see his son's situation, and quickly told Shanshan to boil bath water and cook.

Shor waved his hand.

"Don't bother. If your son wakes up and wants to watch the game, let him go. Okay, I'll leave first."

Old Batty didn't quite understand what Shaw meant.

"But he will definitely take the opportunity to escape and then go to Voldemort. "

Shor looked at old Batty meaningfully.

"You are afraid that little Batty will be discovered after escaping, and then it will affect your career again.

Don't worry, you just need to know that your rights are given by me, and no one else can deprive you of them.

As for little Batty, he will understand your good intentions in the future, and then repent and bring a huge undercover intelligence to repay you as his old father. "

Shor patted the stunned old Batty on the shoulder and walked out of the study.

Old Batty thought for a long time, but still didn't understand.

But he knew one thing, Shaw was planning something with his son, but he couldn't resist anything.