Harry Potter’s Book of Sin Chapter 235: Memory in the Meditation Basin

The moment Maca stepped on the shining flames and quietly walked into the principal's room with the crazy-eyed man, all he could feel was a heavy tranquility.

Dumbledore was sitting behind the desk, white light reflected on the half-moon-shaped lenses, and pale blue eyes looming behind the glass.

And at the desk, Barty Crouch is standing there with his head down, seeming to be remembering something, his back looks so depressed.

"Mr. Crouch...it was me who personally sent your child away."

Maca's words were not loud, but when it suddenly sounded in this quiet headmaster's room, it suddenly sounded like a thunder on the ground, which suddenly exploded in Crouch's ears.

However, Maca did not wait for the scolding and anger he imagined, even if he thought it would make the old father feel better.

"Thank you..."

What kind of complicated mood made an old father who had just lost a child squeeze out a "thank you" with his dry voice?

The answer came quickly, but it was a bit off guard.

"Thank you for doing what I have been unable to do, I don't blame you..."

Maca couldn't help but suddenly realized.

He can even imagine how contradictory and painful this old father was in his heart when he faced his children's behaviors over and over again, and even shut his father at home and almost starved to death. .

Barty Crouch is not a saint who clings to the concept of good and evil. He also sacrificed all his family care for his career.

When Barty Crouch Jr.'s Death Eater identity was suddenly revealed, he, as the Director of the Law Enforcement Department, personally sentenced his son Barty Jr. to Azkaban.

But under the crying and pleading of his seriously ill wife, he still secretly exchanged Batty out of Azkaban, and the price paid was his wife's few lives.

He resorted to various methods, and he did not hesitate to use Imperius Curse and the invisibility cloak to restrain Barty, so as to prevent his restless son from appearing in the eyes of the public again. He accidentally lost his hard-won part. Second life.

But even so, he still knows the character of his son better.

To be honest, my son is very smart-even smarter than himself! I am afraid it is only a matter of time to escape quietly from one's own constraints.

But, can a father act on his own son?

No, others won't mention it, at least he can't do it at all, he has understood this from the beginning.

"There is one thing I think you need to know..." Maca nodded calmly, "When everything is over, your son Barty Crouch Jr. will fight Voldemort. The identity of the spy is known to the masses."

"Although he may not be so willing...but I believe that he will have enough time to think and feel, the kind of beauty that is truly appreciated and admired by others."

"As Professor Dumbledore often said--for a wizard, death is never the end."

Even Maca is far from understanding the true meaning of this sentence, but in this world, I am afraid that no one is more qualified to say this sentence than him.

"I don't know, can he understand this truth..." Crouch sighed slightly, and there was a gleam of sparkle in his bloodshot eyes.

"Well, there are some more things, I want you to take a look..." Maca said, looking back at Dumbledore, "Professor, I want to borrow your penis."

At the moment Dumbledore was looking at Maca, and when he heard the request, he nodded with a smile on his face.

Maca also nodded to Dumbledore, then turned around and walked a few steps, gently pulling a black cabinet door open.

Suddenly, a gleaming silver light gradually spread, attracting the attention of everyone present.

In the black vertical cabinet, there is a delicate white stone platform. On the stone platform is a shallow stone basin recessed, and the mouth of the basin is engraved with dense circles of letters and symbols.

Those silver lights are emitted from the things in the basin. They look like liquids, but the faintly rising feeling is like a kind of gas.

It is like a piece of bright mercury, spinning and flowing continuously, with ripples in layers, elegant and dreamy.

At this moment, Maca pulled out his wand from his cuff, and slowly pulled it out against his temple, and a bunch of the same silvery white floc was gently torn out with the tip of his wand.

The magic of extracting memories has no spells, it can be regarded as a by-product of practicing soul magic.

Generally speaking, any wizard who has mastered both "Occlumency" and "Mindfulness" can do this with some tricks of Transfiguration after some research.

After putting the flocculent silver wire into the meditation basin, Maca stirred it with a magic wand, and the silver flowing in the basin immediately spun faster.

"Mr. Crouch, please see--"

He stepped aside, gave up the position in front of the **** basin, and gestured with his hand.

Crouch stepped forward and looked down.

The silver object became transparent and looked like glass. He leaned forward and looked carefully, but he did not see the bottom of the stone basin.

"That's—"

Crouch seemed to see something, he whispered in a low voice, but before the voice fell, he found that he was already in a forest...

"Mr. McLean?"

The first thing he saw was a frowning Maca, walking towards him.

But when he wanted to ask questions, he found that Maca walked towards him as if he hadn't seen him, and passed through him as he panicked back.

"Damn...McLean, you are finally here!"

Along with the rattling of teeth, a round but dry male voice came from behind Crouch.

Crouch turned his head and immediately recognized the man who was sitting next to the trunk, shivering constantly.

Although he is different from the glamorous and elegant gentleman in the past, he will never admit his mistakes. He is obviously the "great writer" still beloved by women and children in the wizarding world, Gidro. Lockhart.

At Lockhart's feet, Barty Crouch Jr., stiff, seemed to be in a deep coma.

"Is this...in McLean's memory?"

Contacting Maca’s previous actions, it is not difficult for normal people to analyze this conclusion.

"Stop complaining, I know you don’t feel hungry and cold here...but I'm not much better than you!" Maca waved his hand impatiently, and turned to Batty who was lying on the ground. Looked over.

At this time, Maca had just passed that frightening night. To tell the truth, he was able to leave Luna's ward and run into the forbidden forest to finish the matter, which is actually quite good.

"How is it, has he woken up?" Maca asked.

"No, I have been giving him a coma spell, otherwise I may not be able to control him completely." Lockhart rubbed his arms and trembled all over.

"Fortunately, you finally know that you can't make a fire here to keep warm..."

Maca said, knelt down, stretched out his wand, and nodded at Little Batty.

The next moment, Barty, who was still in a coma, immediately woke up, squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding situation vigilantly.

"Barty Crouch Jr., can you figure out what happened?"

Under Maca's seemingly impatient questioning, Barty's eyes widened immediately, and he struggled with great irritation. He touched his waist but did not find his wand.

"Don't resist, you won't have a chance."

Maca just shook his wand in front of his eyes, and he immediately calmed down—no way, he was frightened by Maca's soul magic at the beginning, and that kind of deep-rooted fear was already in his soul. Re-rooted.

For black magic admirers like Barty Jr, it is usually the people who respect the black magic the most.

"You have betrayed your master! You have betrayed the Dark Lord!" Although little Batty didn't dare to struggle any more, he still shouted grimly~IndoMTL.com~ But Maca shook his head.

"Me? Betrayed Voldemort?" He chuckled lightly, "I was never his subordinate, even in his presence, I said the same..."

Speaking, Maca thought for a while, and then continued: "I can give you a chance, a chance to atone for yourself and your father-as long as you prove to the public that Voldemort is already in full bloom. Come back, then you don’t have to die, how about it?"

"Proof? Huh... would you believe what I said? Ridiculous!" Little Batty sneered contemptuously, turning his head aside.

"Me?" Maca shook his head, "No, no, it's not me, but the entire magical world that you should win the trust! Understand?"

"Tell you! Impossible!" Little Barty exclaimed, "I will never betray my master! The Dark Lord is so magical!"

Maca's eyes twitched, and he raised his wand, but after a pause, he let it go again.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, don't you really think about your father?" He said coldly, "Even if it was the mother who died in Azkaban for you?"

"Father...hahaha! You want me to think about the father who only sees the Minister of Magic as the Minister? And I think about the ignorant mother who will only let me learn from that stupid father? Hahahaha ...Cough cough cough..."

Little Batty smiled frantically, waving his arms like a madman, and the laughter was full of sneers at Maca's persuasive words.

On the side, the old Barty Crouch is full of pain and regret--isn’t he the one who educated such an unrepentant son?

"Cough cough cough..."

He seemed to be choked with saliva, and he coughed so much that people couldn't help but worry about whether he would cough up his lungs.