Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 275: Crouch’s narration

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"My wife begged me, begging me to save my son, oh, of course I want to save him too, but he made a serious mistake, and I can't do anything about it." Crouch sighed.

"At that time, I thought he was a stain in my life and put me to shame."

"My wife is dying due to excessive grief. She hopes to have her life in exchange for the life of my son."

Crouch paused.

"I agree." He said, seeming to have made a lot of determination. "He is my son after all."

Many people off the court took a breath.

"I am still a person who often deals with dementors. I understand them. They are a group of blind men. My wife and I go to see him. They will only smell a healthy person walking with a dying person. Entering Azkaban, when we left, we smelled a healthy person and a dying person leaving Azkaban."

"You dropped your wife and son." I don't know what kind of words came from the long table.

"Yes." Crouch nodded numbly. The more he recalled, the more he seemed to be in pain, and regrets gradually appeared on the heavily wrinkled face.

"My wife has never forgotten to drink the compound decoction. She has maintained the appearance of my son until her death."

"Sigh of maternal love." Dumbledore closed his eyes wearily and shook his head.

Some things, even if rationality tells herself that they are wrong, emotions will still prevail, prompting people to do some wrong things. From the mother’s perspective, she only knows that she has sacrificed to save her son, but she doesn’t know. What are the consequences of this.

"After that, I regretted it. I was an executioner. I killed my wife indirectly, even if it was my wife's voluntary. Then I fell into endless self-blame and annoyance."

"I have almost no intention of working. Even the tasks of the new position are very heavy, but I have to force myself to work so that others cannot see my abnormality."

"But I can’t always do this. My only remaining conscience tells me that I must take care of the rest of my son’s life, at least to ensure that he will not do evil, this may be the only atonement I can do. Remedy."

"I made him wear an invisibility cloak all day long, and used many spells to control him to prevent him from going out and doing evil again, so I spent many years smoothly."

"Except for the dementors, it's no different from prison." Crouch suddenly bent down and coughed violently.

"Until the preparations for the Quidditch World Cup started, my house-elf interceded with me for my son. He persuaded me. She told me that my wife certainly did not want to see her sacrifice. Here comes a son who is like a walking dead, just like what I just said-my son is no different from squatting in jail in those years."

"I agree." Mr. Crouch's tone returned to a numb state.

"That was the beginning of all tragedies. If he was still in Azkaban at that time, maybe it would have been the best ending for him, for everyone." Crouch said sadly and regretfully.

"He broke off my Imperius curse and ran away. I am still not sure if the commotion at the Quidditch World Cup was his behavior. I want to catch him and then watch him tightly."

"I don't have that chance." The man shook his head dejectedly, and said with a wry smile.

"Someone knocked on the door of my house one night, and that man is Voldemort." As soon as Crouch's voice fell, there was another whispering voice in the auditorium.

That sounds too bizarre, it seems like a joke.

Oh, think about it, you stayed at home, a demon who hasn't appeared for more than ten years, everyone infers that the demon who has been dead for many years knocked on the door of your house like this. This horror story is really lacking at all.

However, Crouch's tone didn't seem to be a joke at all.

"He controlled me with the Imperius Curse."

There was a lot of air-conditioning sounds from the audience at this time.

"This is horrible." Professor McGonagall held his forehead, feeling a little dizzy.

"That...then." Percy stood up from the stage at this time, pointed at Mr. Crouch, and said incredulously.

"You should have guessed right. After the first match of the Goblet of Fire, I lost my freedom. I was not as seriously ill as the outside world said."

"Even though the Imperius Curse can almost completely control my thoughts, the Dark Lord still feels uneasy about me, so he still tries to avoid me appearing in public to avoid exposure."

Percy sat back down in position, her arrogant face is now gloomy, her eyes seemed to lose their spirits, and she seemed to be hit hard.

"He was very weak at the time, and I could feel it, because he didn’t have a formed body at the time. He stayed in the swaddle, like a baby, but looked quite ugly, but even so, he still easily treated me Subdued."

Many people at the long table began to tremble. They couldn't feel that feeling, but they could use their imagination~IndoMTL.com~ to try to understand.

"He is still as arrogant and arrogant as the outside world. He believes that the power of magic can override everything. Maybe this is a little bragging, but I still want to say that I got rid of the control of Voldemort's Imperius curse. "

There were waves of exclamation from off the court.

"This is incredible." a student shouted.

"He is very arrogant, and perhaps never expected that his magic would be released." Crouch said slowly.

"It’s just that at that time, my mind was no longer sober. He didn’t want to use Imperius to control me before. Such control is sometimes unnatural and may be discovered, so he wants to let me come from the heart. Surrendered, surrendered to her, he used the drill spell to torture me, oh, that is really unimaginable pain." Crouch said lightly.

"There are many people who are crazy because of the curse, and I have temporarily lost the ability to think rationally, but only a little instinct and conscience tell me that if I want things to be restored, I have to tell Dumbledore everything. He is the only one who can contend with the Dark Lord."

"So I wandered all the way, struggling to come to Hogwarts."

"I am unkempt and embarrassed. Few people recognize me."

Hermione in the audience has been quietly listening to Crouch's account, thinking with her head down. Suddenly, she lifted her head and her eyes flashed with wisdom.

"Then you really attacked Krum?" She stood up and asked directly.

Krum's eyes widened in front of the stage, and he also didn't stop his thinking. If this man is true, then maybe his attack is justifiable.

No one can care too much about a madman, can they? And it sounds pitiful his experience. )Download the free reader!!