Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Marx stepped on the blazed fire, the moment he mad-eye hurried into the headmaster room, he felt a heavy silence.

Dumbledore sat behind the desk, reflecting the white light on the half-moon lens, and the blue eyes were faintly discernible behind the glass.

At the desk, Stinchcombe Crouch was standing there with his head down, seemingly recalling something, and his back was so bleak.

“Mr. Crouch…that’s me, I sent your child away.”

Marx’s words didn’t sound very loud, but when it suddenly sounded in this silent headmaster room, it was like a thunderous slamming sound, and it blew in Crouch’s ear.

However, Marx did not wait for his imaginary reprimand and roar, even if he thought, it would definitely make the old father better.

“thank you……”

How is the complex mood, will let an old father who just lost the child, squeeze out a “thank you” with a dry scorpion?

The answer came very quickly, but it made people feel a little off guard.

“Thank you for doing something I have never been able to do, I don’t blame you…”

Marx can’t help but realize.

He can even imagine that the old father was confronted with his child again and again, and even when his father was almost starved to death at home, how contradictory and painful his heart was.

Stinchcombe Crouch is not a saint who abides by the concept of good and evil. He also sacrificed his care for the family for his career.

When Barth Jr. Crouch’s Death Eater was suddenly exposed, he was the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, who personally named his son Barty Jr. Azkaban.

Under the crying and pleading of the seriously ill wife, he still secretly exchanged Barty Jr. for Azkaban, and the price paid was the life of his wife.

He used all sorts of means to limit Barty Jr. with Imperius Curse and invisible cloak to prevent his restless son from appearing again in front of the public, and accidentally lost his hard-won second life.

But even so, he is still clear about his son’s character.

To be honest, my son is smart – even smarter than himself! Quietly out of your own heavy restrictions, I am afraid it is only a matter of time.

However, can a father start with his own son?

No, others don’t mention it first, at least he can’t do it at all. He has already understood it from the beginning.

“There is something I think you need to know…” Marx calmly nodded. “When everything is over, your son Barty Jr. Crouch will be known to the masses against the spy of Voldemort.” “”

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

“As Professor Dumbledore often said – for a wizard, death is never the end.”

Even Marx is far from understanding the true meaning of this sentence. On this World, I am afraid that no one is more qualified than him to say this.

“I don’t know, can he understand this truth…” Crouch was slightly sighed, and his bloodshot eyes were a little more crystal clear.

“Well, there are still some things, I want to ask you to take a look…” Marx said, turning back to Dumbledore, “Professor, I want to borrow your meditation basin.”

At this moment Dumbledore was looking at Marx, and when he heard the request, he smiled and nodded.

Marx also nodded to Dumbledore, then turned and walked a few steps, pulling a black door gently.

Suddenly, a smashing silver water gradually spread, attracting the attention of some people at the scene.

In the black vertical cabinet, there is a delicate white stone platform. There is a shallow stone basin on the stone platform. The basin is engraved with a circle of densely packed letters and symbols.

The silver light is emitted from the things in the basin. They look like liquids, but the feeling of a slight rise is like a gas.

It is like a bright mercury that is constantly rotating and flowing, filled with layers of ripples, flowing and dreamy.

At this time, Marx pulled out the wand from the cuff and pulled it slowly against his temple. A bundle of the same silver white was gently pulled out with his tip.

The magic of the extracted memory has no mantra, it can be regarded as a by-product of practicing the soul magic.

In general, any wizard who masters both “Occlumency” and “Legilimens” can do this after some research, along with some tips of transfiguration.

After putting the flocculent silver into the meditation basin, Marx squirted it with wand, and the silver flowing in the basin immediately spun faster.

“Mr. Crouch, please see -“

He stood aside and let out the position of the meditation basin and reached out and gestured.

Crouch stepped forward and looked down.

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

“That is–“

What Crouch seemed to see, he whispered, but the voice was not falling, but he found himself in a forest…

“Mr. McLorne?”

The first thing he saw was a frowning Marx who was heading for him.

But when he wanted to ask, he found that Marx didn’t seem to see him. He walked straight toward him and wore him from his body when he panicked back.

“Damn… McLorne, you are finally here!”

A sleek but somewhat dry male voice came from behind Crouch with a squeak of teeth.

Crouch turned back and immediately recognized the man who was sitting on the side of the trunk and trembled.

Although it is different from the gentleman who used to be elegant and elegant in the past, he will never admit his mistakes. It is obviously the “big writer” still loved by the magic circle daughter, Gilderoy Lockhart.

At the foot of Lockhart, Barty Jr. Crouch, who is stiff, seems to be in the depth of unconscious.

“Is this… in the memory of McLorne?”

Looking at the behaviors before Marx, it is not difficult for normal people to analyze this conclusion.

“Don’t complain, I know that you are here and you are hungry and uncomfortable… but I am better than you!” Marx waved impatiently and looked at Barty Jr. lying on the floor.

At this point, Marx was able to get through the horrifying night. To be honest, he could leave Luna’s ward and go to Forbidden Forest to finish the matter. It was actually a good one.

“How, did he wake up?” Marx asked.

“No, I have been giving him Stunning Spell, or I may not be able to control him completely.” Lockhart rubbed his arms and shuddered.

“Fortunately, you finally know that you can’t get a fire here…”

Marx said, kneeling down and sticking out wand and swearing at Barty Jr.

The next moment, Barty Jr., who was still in unconscious, immediately woke up and looked at the situation with his eyes vigilantly.

“Barty Jr. Crouch, can you understand what happened?”

Under Marx’s seemingly impatient inquiry, Barty Jr. immediately widened his eyes and struggled with anger, but did not find his own wand at the waist.

“You don’t have to resist, you have no chance.”

Marx just shook the wand in front of his eyes, and he immediately calmed down – no way, was scared by Marx with the soul magic, the fear of deep bone marrow has been rooted in the weight of his soul.

For the dark magic admirers like Barty Jr., it is usually the most awe-inspiring crowd of dark magic.

“You betrayed the master! You betrayed the Dark Lord!” Barty Jr. Although he no longer dared to struggle, he still shouted in disgust.

Marx shook his head.

“I? Betray Voldemort?” He said lightly with a smile. “I have never been his men, even in front of him, I said so…”

Say, Marx thought for a moment, then continued: “I can give you a chance, an opportunity for you and for your father’s atonement – as long as you come out before the public, Voldemort has returned all the time, then You don’t have to die, how about?”

“Certificate? Hey… would you believe what I said? Funny!” Barty Jr. sneered slyly and slammed his head aside.

“I?” Marx shook his head. “No, no, you should not trust me, but the entire magic circle! Do you understand?”

“Tell you! Impossible!” Barty Jr. shouted loudly, “I will never betray the master! Dark Lord magic power is boundless!”

Marx’s eyes were pumping, he raised the wand, but after paused, he put it down again.

“You don’t think about yourself, but you really don’t think about your father?” He was cold and cold. “Even if you sacrificed your mother in Azkaban for you?”

“father…hahaha! You want me to think about the father who only has the Ministry of Magic in that eye? I want to think about that ignorant, only let me learn from the idiot father? hahaha ha…cough cough cough……”

Barty Jr. state seems crazy, laughing, like a madman waving his arms, full of laughter is scornful of Marx’s persuasion.

Aside, old Barty Crouch is full of pain and remorse – is it not his own to educate such a repentant son?

“cough cough cough…”

He seems to have been slobbered, and he can’t help but wonder if he will cough up his lungs.