December 24.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

Dumbledore chatted with his old friends at the former residence of the Godrick Valley, and Professor Minerva McGonagall, Professor Snape and Professor Sprout were all holding a somewhat deserted Christmas Eve dinner in Hogwarts Castle.

London, suburbs.

The underground fortress of the Crouch family.

Since it was Christmas Eve tonight, Wiesen Wright asked Batty Crouch the old to enter the safe house of the underground fortress and accompanied his son Batty to have a meal. This was also the fullest meal that Batty Crouch had in the past six months.

The last time when Weisen Wright went to the underground fortress, he specifically told the house-raising elf Shining that he could only give Baddy Crouch a slice of bread and a cup of water every day, so that Baddy's figure could be reduced to the naked eye.

Little Barty, under the eyes of her father, did not care about her image at all. She ate the sumptuous dinner on the table and wiped her mouth indifferently.

"Where is that little devil named Weisen Wright?"

Batty Crouch still had a cold face at his father, and his eyes were like a wild wolf and he chose someone and ate them: "When the master comes back, I will definitely bite that little ghost into pieces!"

Obviously.

Barty Crouch Jr. still hasn't changed much.

This Death Eater completely hated Weisen Wright!

Although the little devil made him no longer controlled by the Soul-Snatching Curse, he also made him lose all his freedom and took away all his freedom, making him have to stay in this underground fortress and count his fingers to live.

This is a time that can make people despair.

This also made Barty Crouch younger than ever survive relying on his loyalty to Voldemort. He longed for Voldemort to be resurrected as soon as possible, and for Voldemort to rescue him from this underground fortress.

Then…

Just killing in this family!

The only thing that can accompany Baddy Crouch is a bunch of Muggle books, and the books are childish and boring stories written in them. Baddy personally tore the Muggle books to pieces little by little!

However…

Wiesen Wright seemed to have expected this. When he left London, he specially prepared Christmas gifts for Barty Crouch Jr. in advance and entrusted Barty Crouch to hand them over.

A whole box...

Books of chicken soup for the soul.

When Batty Crouch saw a box of familiar books, the expression on his face became extremely wonderful, and the thin skin on his cheeks showed tendons, because his emotions were twitching little by little, and his tongue kept poking out and licking his lips!

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

Old Batty Crouch knew very well what his son had, so he just ordered the house elf around him to Shinshi: "Let him have a good meal and don't starve him anymore."

"Are you pitying me?"

Baddy Crouch raised his head suddenly to look at his father, his tongue kept poking out and licking his lips and quickly retracted. His face turned ferocious: "I don't need your pity! Remember me, you and that little devil, I will never succumb to you, the master will come back sooner or later!"

"You're already crazy!"

Batty Crouch, the old man, is more stubborn than his son!

The father, who was born cold, immediately stood up, reached out to tidy up his clothes, and wanted to leave his son and turn around and leave here!

However, until the round door of the fort was opened, Old Barty Crouch remembered the instructions of Weisen Wright, and he took out a small box with beautiful packaging from his pocket and returned to the table and placed it on the table.

"This is a Christmas gift for you."

After saying that, Batty Crouch, the old man, stopped stopping.

"I don't need it!"

Even when Batty Crouch's crazy roar came from behind, he ignored it and just left the underground fortress with a cold expression, as if he was merciless to Batty Crouch.

Until the door is closed...

The father squatted on the ground a little decadently.

Wiesen Wright, standing at the door of the basement, calmly cast his magic and closed the safe house again: "The memory of his mother will one day surpass his loyalty to Voldemort..."

"Maybe..."

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

This man...

Always so calm.

Wiesen Wright leaned against the door frame of the basement and sighed softly: "Everything in the world will be compared, even if human feelings will be like this. When they think of this, they will deliberately compare themselves. When loyalty is also compared, in fact, the defense line he set up for himself has already appeared loopholes..."

"I don't understand these..."

Batty Crouch, the old man rubbed his temples.

Baddy Crouch, the old man, has never been good at delving into complex feelings, and he is not aware that his son Baddy Crouch Jr., opened the exquisite gift box left behind after he left for a few seconds.

In the gift box...

It is naturally a photo of Mrs. Crouch before her lifetime.

Batty Crouch Jr. cried bitterly while holding a photo of her mother!

This Death Eater who has always been loyal to Voldemort, this young man who has suffered loneliness and suffering in half a year, and this son who has always been indifferent and resentful to his father, has completely destroyed his heart by this photo...

This photo of mother...

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

For Voldemort's loyalty and the responsibility of the Death Eater, the glory and status of the pure blood wizard are nothing compared to that of all the grievances that can cry in front of his mother!

Following...

It will be endless nostalgia.

Even the time when I followed Voldemort was far inferior to the time when I was a child who could act coquettishly in my mother's arms until I fell asleep, and it was more worth recalling by Barty Crouch.

Batty Crouch, the old man, didn't understand this feeling and was still focusing on their business: "Tomorrow is Christmas, when are you going to Neumengard, Austria?"

"It's right now!"

A bottle of compound decoction appeared in Weisen Wright's palm. After taking a big gulp, his body shape changed little by little, and he turned into the appearance of Peter, a quilt in front of Old Batty Crouch.

"What a pity..."

The voice of the little dwarf Peter was still a little sharp, but he could no longer hear the cowardice he had before: "Hehehehehehe... It's such a pity... If we could have a photo of Principal Dumbledore when he was young, it would be better as a Christmas gift for the Dark King..."

“There are quite a few photos now…”

Batty Crouch, the old man, frowned his forehead.

“Everything is always cheap now.”

Petr's nails are still sharp. The mastermind behind the disguise of Wiesen Wright is very much like a demon. His sharp voice even has a more bewitching charm.

“The precious things are never available.”

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

"What do you think is Dumbledore in Grindelwald's memory? An old man with a gray beard doesn't fit in with Dumbledore in his memory at all."

"memory!"

"Record the best story!"

"It will also record the most painful life!"

“…”

Batty Crouch, the old man, agrees with these.

Of course, Old Barty also had to admit one thing. When the little guy Weisen Wright played the role of the little dwarf Peter, he acted like a crazy Dark King who planned a conspiracy behind the scenes.

To be honest.

Even Barty Crouch, the old man, was still thinking that when Weisen Wright used the identity of Petdwarf Peter, he couldn't help but think that this must be a deep-minded dark king!

Everything in the world seems to be in your hands.

All the truths in the world seem to be able to speak nonsense.

All enemies in the world seem to be his opponent.

Old Batty Crouch felt a sense of absurdity. The third generation of Dark King disguised by Weisen Wright was obviously just fake, but he looked more like a real Dark King than any dark wizard.

"How do you go to Austria?"

Old Batty Crouch shook his head and quickly raised a question: "The key to the UK's door to Austria has been closed this morning. If you use the shape to change your shadow, maybe your magic may not be able to reach it even if you run out of your mind..."

Yes.

The Neumungaard Castle, which imprisoned the first generation of Dark King Gellert Grindelwald, was located not in Germany, but in Austria.

Many people have always believed that the Castle of Neumengard should be in Germany.

This statement cannot be considered completely wrong. During World War II, due to the relationship between a certain art student leading Germany, Austria's territory was completely incorporated into Germany for a period of time.

exactly.

That period of time.

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

Because Grindelwald happened to be active during that period, his followers were spread throughout the European continent, and the magic world in Europe was centered on the Castle of Neumengard. As a result, there are still wizards who believe that Neumengard Castle belongs to Germany.

certainly.

It must belong to Austria now.

"I'll be able to get to Austria soon."

A hideous smile flashed across the corner of the dwarf Peter's mouth and said with a smile: "As the third generation of Dark King, if you can't even solve this problem, it would be too dereliction of duty, right?"

Accompanied by the voice of the little dwarf Peter, magic halos began to lit up quickly from his feet, and within a few seconds, a magical barrier quickly formed!

Next moment!
Chapter completed!