Spotted By Grindelwald And Went To Hogwarts Chapter 425: Smart and Brave Little Barty

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In the dark dungeon, Barty Crouch Jr. was firmly bound to an interrogation chair. The clothes on his body smelled of decay, his thick beard almost covered half of his face, and his prominent cheekbones looked like someone who hadn't eaten a good meal for several years.

Because of being locked in a dungeon without sunlight for many years, Little Barty's face was pale and terrifying, and his long pale yellow hair was lifeless, like dead grass on the snow.

"Your master is here, Barty Crouch Jr."

After the man in black robe said this, little Barty's pupils trembled like an earthquake. He raised his head in disbelief, and then stretched his neck hard to see the scene behind him beyond the man in black robe.

Voldemort, who was held in his arms, let out an inexplicable and eerie laugh. His voice was weak, but it was indeed the one Barty was familiar with.

"Barty..."

The man in black stepped aside, and Voldemort was carried in front of Little Barty.

Little Batty's eyes widened, and his eyes were filled with great shock and incomprehensible worry.

"Lord, master, my respected master..." Little Barty murmured.

Voldemort made a hoarse "ha" before revealing his terrifying but weak form.

Little Barty's pupils were shocked, and he asked almost subconsciously: "Master, master...what happened?"

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Barty... I am both happy and disappointed that you can recognize me. The joy is that you are still loyal. Even if your master temporarily loses part of his power, you can still remember me and recognize me. This is much better and stronger than those traitors who say they are loyal..."

"And the disappointment is..." Voldemort's voice became cold, "Barty, how did you become so stupid? That kid named Sean Wallup disguised himself as me, and then you believed him so naively and stupidly? This makes me confused, sad, and angry..."

"Where is that Barty I trust? Where is that scheming, vengeful, cold and cruel Barty Crouch Jr.? You have fallen into the same realm as those fools."

Little Barty's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out, only the sound of bubbles and meaningless "ahhmm" in his throat.

The black-robed man glanced at him, then said with a sneer: "Voldemort, it seems that only faithful servants are left of your faithful servant."

Little Barty lowered his head and remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The black-robed man continued: "When we started to infiltrate the British Ministry of Magic, we found that someone took us one step ahead of us, and took control of Barty Crouch, the new minister."

"Oh, I remembered that this little Mr. Crouch is also commendable. He used the Unforgivable Curse very well. Mr. Minister talks to so many people every day and attends various meetings every day. And under such circumstances, no one has discovered that he has been controlled by the Imperius Curse."

"I have to say that Mr. Crouch is very knowledgeable in the Imperius Curse, of course—" the man in black laughed sinisterly, "How can someone who can use the Unforgivable Curse on his father not be good at black magic?"

"He saved us a lot of trouble, and the task of controlling the minister went smoothly—after all, he was already under control..."

"We quickly emptied the rights of other high-level members of the British Ministry of Magic. They either controlled, seized power, or isolated. It didn't take long for the entire British Ministry of Magic to belong to us."

"And then we found this Mr. Barty Crouch Jr.—"

The man in black floated to Voldemort and Barty Jr. He looked at Voldemort's weak appearance, and said mockingly: "This gentleman, this gentleman who controlled his minister's father, we even thought he was our own at first."

"After all, you have worked with us for so long, and it is only natural for you to tell some things to your most loyal subordinates—and then?"

The man in black turned his head and glanced at the little Barty who was silent: "He thinks we are enemies, ha, he thinks that the returnees just want to rob the achievements of his great master."

"This lunatic, pretending to pander to him, took the lives of three people with the Killing Curse when we were most relaxed, stunned at least five people, and then blew up half the living room of a manor—if I hadn't been careful, he would have escaped unscathed that night."

As he spoke, the irony in the black-robed man's voice grew stronger.

"Do you know what he's going to do if you let him escape, Mr. Voldemort?"

"Ha, go and seek his master, that, Sean Wallop!"

"His loyalty to you is impressive, but it is a pity that the object of his allegiance is the wrong person—Sean Wallep pretends to be you and dominates the Death Eaters. Mr. Voldemort, your servant is indeed impeccable, but he has completely regarded Sean Wallep as the real you!"

The more the black-robed man talked, the more excited he became. It seemed that Barty Jr. did cause them a lot of personal injury when he was about to escape. Moreover, they didn't seem to ask anything about Barty Jr. being locked up for so long.

"We've imprisoned him for so long, huh, we just didn't ask any news. He's just as smelly and hard as old limescale in the bathroom—he thinks he's loyal to you, and he thinks he's doing the most loyal thing, which is to sing against us and your collaborators, Mr. Voldemort!"

"Excellent Occlumency, the wandless transformation that can reject Veritaserum, and even true and false echoes and disguises, he almost deprived the returnees of their patience for thousands of years, I even want to dig open his brain directly to have a look."

The man in black snorted coldly: "If it wasn't for the consideration that he is the loyal subordinate you urgently need, this little Mr. Batty should already be queuing in front of the gate of **** by now."

The black-robed man said a lot, as if he was complaining or venting. Of course, if this scene fell into the eyes of interested people, they would definitely think that the black-robed man was trying to suppress Voldemort's momentum.

He wants to turn collaborators into subordinates.

Voldemort also raised his head slowly at this time, his wrinkled baby-like, noseless snake face showed no expression, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

"It's just a farce..." Voldemort said coldly at last.

The man in black laughed mockingly: "The farce is over, Mr. Voldemort, take back the heart of your loyal servant."

Voldemort ignored him, but turned to Barty Jr.: "Barty, look up."

Little Barty twisted his body uncomfortably on the interrogation chair, and finally raised his head slowly, but he didn't look at anyone present, his eyes wandered and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Barty, come on, tell me, who is the man you swore your allegiance to forever?"

Little Barty's lips squirmed a few times, but the voice that came out was unusually firm: "Of course it is the greatest Dark Lord, Voldemort. My life, my life, and my honor can all be dedicated."

Voldemort laughed like an ugly old record player.

"This answer at least satisfies me, Batty, you have done a lot of stupid things, which is not like you at all, but I can give you another chance, not because I am kind enough, but because you are loyal enough."

"Go and apologize to the returnees, and then, I allow you to continue to be loyal to me, and allow you to continue to kiss my robe."

When he said this, Voldemort's voice was full of conceit and pride.

"Really, is it okay...my master..." Little Barty still didn't dare to look directly, but said timidly.

"Now is the moment when people are urgently needed, Batty. One mistake will not make me lose my trust in you. Although I am very disappointed in your ability to discern...but I will give you this chance and give you a chance to prove yourself."

"That, that's really great..." Little Barty whimpered, as if he was moved by his benevolent master.

Voldemort stopped the other party's sobs impatiently: "Your crying makes me sick, Batty, look up, I will not allow my most trusted servant to become such a cowardly look."

"Yes, yes, master!"

Voldemort glanced at the black robe with pride in his eyes, as if a loyal servant could win him a lot of face.

"Come on, look at me, Barty—" Voldemort's voice became illusory and bewitched, "Open your brain to me, I want to check your memory, I want to see what that Sean Wallop did to you..."

"Alright, alright, master." Little Barty agreed with a nod like pounding garlic.

He finally raised his head slowly.

As Voldemort got closer, the snake's eyes became illusory and deep.

Jr. Barty's face was full of regret, remorse and some excitement, which made Voldemort very satisfied. Although they recognized themselves wrongly, Voldemort knew that this was not a betrayal.

Part of his soul fragments were absorbed by the Wallop boy, and his yew wand was also in the hands of the other party. With these and the unique spell in his memory, it would not be difficult for that boy to imitate himself.

At that time, I was so weak that I didn't even dare to respond to the calls of the Death Eaters just to be on the safe side.

Under this situation, Sean Wallep took advantage of the situation. Although Voldemort was very angry and wanted to kill these idiots, he was still able to maintain a certain degree of reason.

The object of Barty's allegiance is still himself, that's enough...

As long as I can recreate a new body and restore the previous strength, everything can be easily solved...

Thinking, Voldemort looked at Little Barty's face, he wanted to see what Wallop did to make his fanatical believers believe him so much.

However, his Legilimency did not enter Little Barty's mind unimpeded, he was blocked.

Then, Voldemort saw a mocking and cold face.

"Bah!"

The expression on Little Barty's face disappeared without a trace, and he directly spat hard at the infant Voldemort.

The saliva hit Voldemort's face, and he didn't even have a direct attack, but froze on the spot.

Then, Voldemort flew into a rage.

"You know, what are you doing?!"

Without a wand, Voldemort just stretched out a trembling finger, and then, the green light pierced Little Barty!

However, the green light was blocked, and it was the man in black who shot.

"Can't kill him, he has information about Sean Wallop."

Voldemort shrieked, "You! You wretch! How dare you treat your master!"

Little Barty laughed nervously, with mockery and deception in his laughter, he didn't even care about the green light passing by, he was just laughing crazily.

Voldemort gradually calmed down, but his eyes were extremely cold.

Little Barty smiled for a long time before he came back to his senses. He quickly stuck out his tongue and licked his lips with a distorted smile on his face.

"I told you from the first day you caught me—ha, don't let me betray my master!"

"Ha - I was still wondering why you dared to claim that you are cooperating with my master, so it was for today's move."

Both Voldemort and the man in black were furious, wanting to kill this stupid Death Eater on the spot.

But Barty Jr. was still mocking the two of them: "Singing together, pretending to be my master? Hahaha, your research is indeed very deep, and even the most fanatical believer like me can't see the flaws-but, the Sean Wallep you call is my real master. The great Voldemort has already changed into a new body."

"You guys are so clear about this matter, why do you still want me to emphasize it to you?"

"Idiots!" Little Barty laughed happily, "You don't want to get any useful information from me, even if you kill me!"

Voldemort's small disgusting body was shaking up and down, and he seemed to be panting violently with anger, and there was even a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Because he couldn't understand what that kid Wallep had done to convince Barty Jr. that Wallep was the real Voldemort.

Jr. Barty is still mocking them: "Don't use idiot-like tricks in front of me. You caught me. This is my huge dereliction of duty~IndoMTL.com~ The master will be very disappointed with me-but I won't make any mistakes anymore, hahahaha."

"Shut up!"

Voldemort yelled angrily, and Barty Jr. was pressed the mute button. Although his mouth was still opening and closing, he could no longer make any sound.

The man in black gave a "tss" and walked outside.

Voldemort was also carried and followed.

The dungeon was closed again, and the man in black looked at Voldemort: "Little Barty has been completely brainwashed by Wallep, even, he is brainwashing himself, he will not believe you."

Voldemort snorted coldly: "Hmph...then forcefully read his memory directly."

"Oh? Are you not worried about the lives of your capable subordinates?"

"Idiot, what's the use of it?"

The man in black laughed mockingly: "Reading useful information is one aspect, but on the other hand, you also want to see how Wallop brainwashed him, right?"

Voldemort didn't speak anymore, but the anger in his eyes couldn't be stopped.