Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

382. Chapter 380 Mad-Eye Moody

    Ivan said this shocking fact, but look at Sirius and Mr. Weasley's expression is obviously not believed.

    “Barty helps his son escape from Azkaban?!”Mr. Weasley said with surprise. "How is this possible? He won't do this kind of thing."

    He looked at Ivan with concern and turned his head to look at Sirius.

    Mr. Weasley had a panicked look on her face and didn't know what to do.

    It seems that he hopes that two people will scream a happy April Fool's Day with him.

    "Ivan, I thought you knew the nature of Crouch!"Sirius continues to try to persuade, "Believe me, he is not willing to excuse his son at Wizengamot's trial, let alone break the law to help him escape!" Everything that threatens his reputation is bound to be thrown aside. He has no fatherly love at all. ”

    "But you also said that Crouch is so heart-wrenching, if there is a way to save his son without being discovered, why not do it?!"

    “There is Azkaban, the most defensive wizard prison!”Sirius is impatient. "You will know what it looks like when you look at it." How did Crouch bring a living person out of the guards of thousands of dementors? ”

    “Dementor has no eyes, they can't see all around, they can only feel the breath of creatures, which is the main reason why you managed to escape.”Ivan is not obedient. "Crouch can blind those dementors with a little trick."

    "What trick?"Sirius asked, frowning tightly.

    "Polyjuice Potion !"Ivan whispered, "He used Polyjuice Potion to make his wife look like a son. Dementors can't see them. They can only smell a healthy person and a dying person, and smell a healthy person and a The dead man left."

    Ivan finished, Mr. Weasley and Sirius didn't talk.

    The expression on their faces was extremely shocked and seemed to want to find out the loopholes in the plan, but after thinking for a long time, they found that there was no way to refute Ivan.

    “Is there evidence?”Sirius asked.

    "No.Ivan shook his head and he did not have any evidence. "If you are willing to search Crouch's home, use Veritasium for him or check his wife's grave, there may be some gains."

    "Insane, it's totally crazy!"Mr. Weasley said, "Whoever dares to do these things for the Ministry of Magic's most powerful senior officials, he will immediately go home or be sent to the hospital for inspection. With all due respect, for the sake of security, I think you should also take a look. ”

    "Okay, Arthur!"Sirius said heavily, "Ivan is just too much pressure. If we have a curse, there must be no better place than him."

    But

    "These are your reasoning, a crazy reasoning!"Sirius said, looking at Ivan seriously, it seems like he first met him. "Ivan, if I didn't know you well, I would think you were frustrated by Voldemort's curse."

    "We better not talk about this!"Mr. Weasley whispered, "Barty Crouch helps his son escape from prison, and thinking about it is crazy enough."

    "But what I said just now is indeed possible."Ivan said.

    To be honest, he is a bit frustrated.

    There is no way to convince Sirius, Mr. Weasley and others, Barty Crouch's positive image is too deeply rooted.

    To continue, it is just to let others doubt themselves.

    Explaining these in advance is just a matter of asking for trouble, and only letting time prove everything.

    Since it is impossible to contain everything in the bud, you can only find a way in the next semester.

    By then, with the help of The Marauder's Map, things will get easier.

    "These things you said are really possible, but I still have the same sentence. You don't know Barty Crouch. He won't do this kind of thing. He must…"

    "Don't relax your vigilance, everything is possible!"

    Just then, an old voice rang in the door of the coffin behind Ivan.

    The door was opened and Sirius kicked Ivan behind him, pulling out his wand as quickly as he could, watching the front with vigilance and quickly letting it go.

    Ivan poked his head and saw an older man standing in the doorway.

    He was carrying a long cane wrapped in a black travel cloak.

    Seeing the other's face, Ivan was taken aback and stepped back half a step.

    This face is like a carved piece of decaying wood. The sculptor has only a vague concept of how the face is, and the use of the knife is not very good. Every inch of the skin on the face seemed to be scarred, his mouth was like a big, slanting mouth, and the place where the nose should rise was gone.

    The most terrifying thing about this man is his eyes. One of his eyes is small, black and shiny, the other eye is large, round like a coin, and it is a distinct one. bright blue.

    The blue eyes kept moving, turning around, up and down, completely irrelevant to the normal eyes.

    Then, the blue eyeball turned over and got into the man's head, only to see a big white eye.

    Ivan was stunned by this weird look, staring at each other intently.

    Almost instantly, he knew who this guy was, Mad-Eye Moody.

    Moody looked at Ivan and Sirius and walked over with a cane.

    "Black, I have seen your recent report, so you are not guilty!"He held out a hand and the hand was as scarred as his face.

    "Yes, I am proved innocent!"Sirius shook hands with him and the other side moved closer.

    "The tradition of your family is not very good, although Dumbledore is willing to believe you, but I can think so!"He said bluntly, turning his eyes to Ivan.

    "I am sorry that I have overheard your conversation. If you want to secretly say bad things about the Ministry of Magic next time, it is best not to choose this place."

    His normal eyes stared at Ivan tightly, and the blue eyes kept turning around in the eye sockets for a moment. "But I have to say, I just heard a wonderful reasoning, very exciting, I have been a long time. Didn’t hear such reasoning!”

    请指定两种不同的语言Ivan replied subconsciously.

    "Little guy, you have the potential to be Auror, I look good to you!"He reached into his travel cloak, took out a curved bottle and drank a swig.

    When he raised his arm and drank, the cloak that was dragged on the ground was picked up a few inches. Ivan saw a fake leg with a few inches of wood carving underneath, and a claw-shaped foot below.