Starting Over at Hogwarts

December 24th.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

Dumbledore was chatting with his old friends at his former residence in Godric's Hollow. Professor Minerva McGonagall, Professor Snape and Professor Sprout were all having a somewhat deserted meeting in Hogwarts Castle. Christmas Eve dinner.

London, suburbs.

The Crouch family's underground fortress.

Since tonight is Christmas Eve, Wesson Wright asked Barty Crouch Sr. to enter the underground fortress safe house to accompany his son Barty Jr. to dine. This was also the fullest meal Barty Crouch Jr. had had in the past six months. of a meal.

The last time Wesson Wright went to the underground fortress, he specifically told the house elf Sparkle that he could only give Barty Crouch Jr. a piece of bread and a glass of water every day, which made Barty Crouch Jr.'s figure visibly thinner.

Under his father's gaze, little Barty didn't care about his image at all. He devoured the sumptuous dinner on the table and wiped his mouth nonchalantly.

"Where's that kid named Weissen Wright?"

Barty Crouch Jr. still had a cold face towards his father, his eyes were like a wild wolf that preyed on others: "When the master comes back, I will definitely bite that brat to pieces!"

Obviously.

Barty Crouch Jr. hasn't changed much.

This Death Eater absolutely hates Wesson Wright!

Although that kid made him no longer controlled by the Imperius Curse, it also made him lose all his freedom and took away all his freedom, leaving him to only stay in this underground fortress and count his fingers.

This is a time that can make people despair.

This also allowed Barty Crouch Jr. to survive little by little relying on his loyalty to Voldemort. He was eager for Voldemort to be resurrected as soon as possible and for Voldemort to rescue him from this underground fortress.

Then…

Just start a killing spree in this house!

The only thing Barty Crouch Jr. could keep company with was a pile of Muggle books, which contained a bunch of childish and boring stories. Barty Crouch Jr. tore those Muggle books to pieces bit by bit with his own hands!

However…

Weisen Wright seemed to have expected this kind of thing. When he left London, he specially prepared a Christmas gift for Barty Crouch Jr. in advance and entrusted Barty Crouch Sr. to deliver it.

A whole box of…

Chicken Soup for the Soul books.

When Barty Crouch Jr. saw a box of familiar books, the expression on his face became extremely exciting. The thin skin on his cheeks showed veins, because his emotions were twitching little by little, and his tongue kept licking out. Touch your lips!

This is the sign before Barty Crouch Jr. gets angry!

Barty Crouch Sr. knew very well what kind of temper his son had, so he just ordered the house elf around him, Winky: "Let him eat well, and don't starve him again in the future."

"Are you pitying me?"

Little Barty Crouch suddenly raised his head and looked at his father. He kept licking his lips with his tongue and then quickly retracted it. His face became ferocious: "I don't need your pity." ! Remember both you and that brat, I will never give in to you, the master will come back sooner or later!"

"You've gone crazy!"

Barty Crouch Sr. is more stubborn than his own son!

This cold-blooded father immediately stood up, stretched out his hand to straighten his clothes, and wanted to leave his son alone and leave here!

However, when he opened the round door of the fortress, Old Barty Crouch remembered Wesson Wright's instructions. He took out a beautifully wrapped small box from his pocket, returned to the table and placed it on the table. superior.

"Here's a Christmas present for you."

After saying that, Barty Crouch Sr. stopped staying.

"I do not need!"

Even though Barty Crouch Jr.'s crazy roar came from behind, he ignored it and just left the underground fortress with an indifferent expression, as if he showed no mercy to Barty Crouch Jr.

Until the door closes...

The father squatted on the ground a little decadently.

Standing at the door of the basement, Wesson Wright calmly used his magic to close the safe house again: "Sooner or later, the memory of his mother will surpass his loyalty to Voldemort..."

"maybe…"

Barty Crouch Sr. quickly calmed down his mood, stood up slowly, patted his suit, and became the meticulous senior official of the Ministry of Magic again.

This man…

Always so calm.

Wesson Wright leaned against the door frame of the basement and sighed softly: "Everything in the world will be compared by others, even people's feelings will be like this. When they think of this, they will deliberately compare themselves. When loyalty When being compared, in fact, the defense line he set for himself has already appeared loopholes..."

"I don't understand this..."

Barty Crouch Sr. rubbed his temples.

Barty Crouch Sr. was never good at delving into complex emotions, and he didn't know that his son Barty Crouch Jr. opened the exquisite gift box he left behind a few seconds after he left. .

In the gift box…

Naturally, it is a photo of Mrs. Crouch during her lifetime.

Barty Crouch Jr. cried while holding a photo of his mother!

This Death Eater who has always been loyal to Voldemort, this young man who has suffered from loneliness for half a year, this son who has always been indifferent and resentful towards his father, was completely shattered by the appearance of this photo...

This photo of my mother…

It has completely become the only spiritual support for Barty Crouch Jr.

Regarding Voldemort's loyalty and his responsibility as a Death Eater, the honor and status of a pure-blood wizard are nothing compared to being able to cry out all his grievances happily in front of his mother!

following…

It will be endlessly missed.

Even the time when he was following Voldemort was far more worthy of memories for Barty Crouch Jr. than the time when he could act coquettishly in his mother's arms as a child until he fell asleep.

Old Barty Crouch would not understand this feeling, and was still focused on their business: "Tomorrow is Christmas, when do you plan to go to Nurmengard in Austria?"

"Just now!"

A bottle of Polyjuice Potion appeared in the palm of Wesson Wright's hand. After taking a big sip, his body shape changed little by little, and he turned into the appearance of Peter Pettigrew in front of Old Barty Crouch.

"what a pity…"

Peter Pettigrew's voice was still a bit sharp, but the cowardice before could no longer be heard: "Hehehehe... What a pity... If we could have a photo of Principal Dumbledore when he was young, as a What a better Christmas present for the Dark Lord..."

"There are quite a few photos now..."

Barty Crouch Sr. wrinkled his forehead.

"Everything seems cheap now."

Peter Pettigrew's nails are still sharp, and the mastermind behind the disguise of Wesson Wright looks like a devil, and his sharp voice even has a more seductive charm.

"Precious things can never be obtained."

"People always think that memories of the past are good, because they know in their hearts that those past times can never come back, so this kind of memory is particularly precious."

"What do you think the image of Dumbledore in Grindelwald's memory appears like? An old man with a gray beard does not match the Dumbledore in his memory at all."

"memory!"

"Recording the most beautiful stories!"

"It will also record the most painful life!"

"..."

Barty Crouch Sr. kind of agrees with this.

Of course, Old Barty also had to admit one thing. When this little guy played Peter Pettigrew, every move he made was like a crazy Dark Lord who was planning a conspiracy behind the scenes.

To be honest.

Even Barty Crouch Sr., when Wesson Wright used the identity of Peter Pettigrew to speak, he couldn't help but think that this must be a deep-minded Dark Lord!

Everything in the world seems to be in your hands.

It seems that all the truths in the world can be said freely.

All enemies in the world seemed to have no chance of being his opponent.

Barty Crouch Sr. felt a sense of absurdity in his heart. The third-generation Dark Lord disguised by Wesson Wright was obviously just a fake, but he looked more like a real Dark Lord than any dark wizard.

"How are you going to Austria?"

Old Barty Crouch shook his head and quickly raised a question: "The door key from Britain to Austria has been closed this morning. If you use Apparition, maybe your magic power will be exhausted." It may not be possible to arrive…”

Yes.

The specific location of the Nurmengard Castle where the first generation Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald was imprisoned was not in Germany, but in Austria.

Many people have long believed that Nurmengard Castle should be in Germany.

In fact, this statement is not completely wrong. During World War II, due to the relationship between a certain art student leading Germany, Austria's territory was completely integrated into Germany for a period of time.

exactly.

that period of time.

It happened to be the time when Nurmengard Castle was most famous.

Since Grindelwald happened to be active during that time, his followers were spread all over the European continent. The entire European magical world had Nurmengard Castle as its core. As a result, there are still wizards who believe that Nurmengard Castle belongs to Germany. .

certainly.

It definitely belongs to Austria now.

"I'll be in Austria soon."

A ferocious smile flashed across the corner of Peter Pettigrew's mouth, and he said with a smile: "As the third generation Dark Lord, if you can't even solve this problem, wouldn't you be derelict in your duty?"

Along with Peter Pettigrew's voice, magical haloes began to light up quickly from his feet, quickly forming a magical barrier with sufficient magic power in a few seconds!

next moment!

The figure of Peter Pettigrew disappeared!