Chapter 398

Hogwarts: Start Fusion Phoenix Bloodline Chapter 398

Chapter 398 Crazy Crouch, Father and Son Filial Piety?!!

"What's going on?"

Wickdor first looked at Harry with a wary look, and also took out his wand and looked at the opposite side.

At this time, a man stumbled out of the bushes, it was Crouch!

At this time, Crouch looked very depressed, there were many tear marks on the robe, there were many scratch marks on the body, the beard was pulled, the face was pale and the eyes were unfocused, and it looked like it had been wandering outside for a long time.

His thinking was very vague, his expression was painful and remorseful, and his mouth was constantly muttering something, as if he was talking to someone and gesturing.

"Isn't this the referee?"

Krum stared at Crouch and asked with a strange face, "Isn't he from your Ministry of Magic?" "

Harry nodded, hesitantly stepped forward and touched Crouch, shouting, "Mr. Crouch? Are you okay? "

Crouch was touched, first flinched, then stared at Harry with unfocused eyes, as if to see his face, then grabbed his hand tightly, gasped and said, "I want to see Dumbledore!" I'm going to see Dumbledore! It's too late… I did something wrong… He's back… I must…"

Harry's hand that Was scratched by Crouch hurt a little, and he forcefully broke Crouch's hand, then tried to lift him up, "Mr. Crouch, what's wrong with you?" You get up first, and I'll call Headmaster Dumbledore. Wickdor, come and help! "

Wickdor looked at Crouch's madness, hesitated, and walked over to help Crouch to a fallen crossbar with Harry and sat down, saying, "Harry, I see he's crazy, he's delirious now. "

"Now is not the time to think about these things," Harry said as he looked at Crouch's constant chanting of Dumbledore's name, feeling urgent, "we need to contact Dumbledore, Who has been missing for a long time, and he must have something important to see Dumbledore now. "

Hearing Dumbledore's name, Crouch rolled his eyes, stared at Harry tightly, grabbed his robe, and asked, "Who are you?" "

"I'm Harry Potter, Mr. Crouch, and I'm a student at Hogwarts."

Harry said softly, afraid of irritating him.

"Harry Potter? Hogwarts! "

Crouch replied with some nervousness, then looked a little nervous and whispered, "You're not… His people? "

His people? Harry was puzzled, but shook his head and said, "No. "

Crouch looked relieved and asked, "Dumbledore's man?" "

"Yes!"

Harry nodded.

Crouch became agitated, grabbed Harry's robe tighter, pulled him over, and said anxiously, "To Dumbledore… Wake up! I… I made an unforgivable mistake… I let him out… Blame me, I killed Bertha Jokins… Tell Dumbledore… He came back and got stronger with Harry Potter… The Dark Lord… Harry Potter…"

"Let go of me, Mr. Crouch," Harry tried to pull out his robe.

"You let me go, so I can go find Dumbledore!"

But before Harry could pull out his robe, Crouch let go of his hand again, looked at the tree in front of him with a sluggish look, and said, "Yes, Fudge, my son recently passed the twelve ordinary wizarding level exams, and the results are satisfactory, thank you for your praise, I am indeed very proud of him, as long as he can do things according to my arrangement, his achievements must be better than mine, yes, this…"

Harry looked at him at this moment and said helplessly to Wickdor, "You stabilize him here first, I'll go find Dumbledore!" "

Wickdor hesitated for a moment, but nodded, but still said, "You can hurry up, I'm not sure if I can stabilize him." "

Harry quickly left the woods and ran towards the castle.

In the woods was only Wickdor standing by, guarding Crouch, who was talking to himself.

"Confusing!"

A silent spell shot out from not far away, hitting the unsuspecting Wickdor.

Then Peter appeared from his stealth state, he slowly walked to the two of them, looked at Wickdor, who was in a trance at this time, smirking, and then came to Crouch, leaned over, and sighed softly: "Crouch, Crouch, your fate is really tragic enough, but you also did it yourself, and you can't blame others." But count me kind today and save your life! "

As he spoke, Peter's wand flickered, "Wishes come true!" "

Golden dust poured out of the wand, and in the blink of an eye, a man exactly like Crouch appeared.

Peter petrified Crouch with a petrified spell, then swapped the two Crouches in a different position, then floated the real Crouch and strolled out of the woods.

And the same Wikdor turned back to a clever look, he looked at Crouch, who was still talking to himself, thinking that he had just been blown by the cold wind, and he did not care to continue to guard Crouch.

It was only soon that there was movement in the bushes that caught The Attention of Wickdor.

"Who?"

He asked warily, holding up his wand.

"It's me!"

A dull, thick voice replied, and then came out Moody, dragging his prosthetic leg and turning his magic eyes to come to the two of them.

"You're a professor at school, come and help!" Here's your Ministry of Magic official, who looks crazy and keeps clamoring for Dumbledore. "

Wickdor saw Moody, breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly explained.

Moody looked strange, his magic eyes rolling to look at Wickdor, then at the crazy Crouch behind him, and said, "He's looking for Dumbledore?" "

"Yes, he looked like something urgent, saying he had made a mistake and was unconscious anyway."

Wickdor said.

"Is it?"

Moody's eyes fixed on Crouch, "He thinks it's wrong? "

Then a sly smile appeared on his face.

Moody quickly hit Wickdor with a spell that left him directly on the ground and into a coma. Then he walked up to Crouch, watched him say Dumbledore's name to himself, and sneered.

He raised his wand, pointed it at the unconscious Barty Crouch, looked cold, and whispered, "Daddy, it seems that using the Soul Reaper Spell still can't stop you, you want to inform Dumbledore to sabotage the master's plan, it's impossible!" I will destroy all those who want to prevent the resurrection of their master, including you! "

When Crouch heard this, as if returning to the light, his eyes focused, he looked up at Moody, his eyes were clear, he looked at him with a sad look, and pleaded: "Little Barty, my son!" "

"Moody" saw this look, the look in his eyes fluctuated slightly, but then he became firm and said coldly, "Farewell father forever!" "

"Avadasso!"

A green beam of light hit Crouch's body in an instant, and he fell down with his eyes open.

"No one can stop the master's plan!"

Moody looked at Crouch's body and muttered delirium.

Moody then came to Wickdor with a murderous look in his eyes, but then he retracted, cast a forgetting spell on him, and whispered, "You still have some role and then you left the place with Crouch's body and went deep into the Forbidden Forest."

"What a tragedy of fatherly kindness and filial piety!"

A mocking voice sounded, and Peter reappeared, looking at moody eyes in the direction in which Moody had disappeared, and then turned his head and said, "Twinkle, now that I have saved your former master, you should not go to the back kitchen alone to drink alcohol in the future, I have heard other house elves complain many times." "

A house elf in a small tuxedo appeared next to Peter, her big eyes full of tears, and bowed gratefully to Peter, "Thank you sir, you saved The Crouch master, and after flash swear to always be loyal to you and will not betray!" "

"Don't be so serious," Peter waved his hand with a smile, "our family is not popular with the title of master, since you have become a member of our York family, you will forget the stereotypes of the wizarding world and take good care of my life." "

"All right, young master!"

Twinkle said solemnly, looking at Peter with wet eyes.

"Well, Dumbledore, they're coming, we're leaving."

Peter chuckled and then turned his head to look at Twinkle, "Twinkle, you first arrange Mr. Crouch so that he doesn't show up before the third game." "

"All right, young master!"

Flash nodded, then grabbed the petrified Crouch, snapped his fingers, and disappeared into place.

Peter also looked at the unconscious Wickdor on the ground, sighed sympathetically, and then turned to leave the Forbidden Forest, his body gradually disappearing with the sound of footsteps.