Ch 636-640

Ivan gripped the wand tightly, and if he was spotted, he would do it immediately!

The sound of turning the door lock has stopped, the next moment, the door of the office was pushed open, and it was Barty Crouch who walked in!

The room was very quiet, the needle drop could be heard, and only the slight sound of closing the door reverberated.

In the distance, a roaring fireplace continuously transmits heat, dispelling the severe cold of December.

Ivan, who was in a state of invisibility, turned his head slightly to stare at Crouch, who had closed the door and walked in. Compared to the previous meeting, he was in a worse state. His eye sockets were deeply sunken and his expression depressed. Can't sleep well.

Seeing this, Ivan turned his gaze and scanned Crouch for a while, trying to find the kettle containing the compound soup, but he found nothing.

After hesitating, Barty Crouch has already stepped forward towards this side, apparently intending to sit down and take a rest.

Ivan held his breath and took a few steps back cautiously, so as not to directly collide with Crouch. He secretly rejoiced that this room was carpeted, otherwise Crouch would be able to hear him clearly when he was so close. Footsteps.

Even so, when Barty Crouch walked by, Ivan was still nervous to the extreme, for fear that the other party would see through his disguise, or find something wrong in some details.

Although they sorted out the things that had been moved before, because the time was too urgent, there was no time to restore them 100%.

In addition, the conspicuous depressions of the blankets on the ground may also expose their positions.

But everything Ivan worried about did not happen, Crouch seemed a little absent-minded, and had no intention of observing these details. The whole person leaned back on the chair, and his tight expression slowly relaxed.

The solemn, rigid face was no longer calm, full of pain, annoyance, and decadence.

For twenty minutes, Crouch remained motionless, slumped in a chair, staring straight at the daily prophet.

Ivan stared at Crouch's every move. He tried to analyze the other party's state of mind from Crouch's expression and actions. In the end, he vaguely thought of a possibility, but he was not sure.

At this moment, a group of blue flames burst out of the fireplace, and Ivan hurriedly turned his head to look over. A gray-white owl was flying out of the flames.

Crouch, who saw the same scene, looked excited. He suddenly stood up from his position, took off the letter tied at the feet of the owl, and looked at it with a trembling.

After reading the content of the letter, Crouch's face changed for a while, and his excitement gradually disappeared, and his depression was a little scary, like a volcano about to erupt!

After a long silence, Crouch grasped the knuckles of the letter harder and harder, and finally the expression on his face became hideous. He stomped down on the mahogany table in front of him and shouted angrily.

"waste!"

Accompanied by a muffled noise, the documents and newspapers on the table were scattered on the ground, and the ink bottle originally placed on the corner of the table rolled all the way to the ground.

What a waste of work! Ivan rolled his eyes. They hadn't bothered to sort it out before they knew it would be so.

But now is not the time to think about this, Ivan is even more curious about what was written in the letter that made Crouch so angry.

He stretched his neck diligently to read the content of the letter, but Crouch was some distance away, and unless he was willing to risk walking to Crouch, he could see nothing.

After some venting, Barty Crouch slowly calmed down. He waved his wand to restore the overturned table and the documents scattered on the ground, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and walked towards the fireplace.

Ivan frowned, seeing that Barty Crouch was about to leave here, and hesitated to do it now.

That letter may be very important evidence, and if Crouch is allowed to leave, there will be no such good opportunity next time.

While Ivan was still hesitating, a crimson light beam flew across the air, and Moody's voice sounded simultaneously in the office.

"Expelliarmus~ (except your weapon)!"

Crouch didn't expect to encounter an ambush in his office. He was hit by a spell in an instant, and his body seemed to be hit by a bull. He flew up into the air and fell heavily on the wall behind with his magic wand. Also got out, whirled and flew to one side.

A hand stretched out out of thin air and took the magic wand.

At the same time, the phantom spell blessed on Moody's body also lost its effect, and his figure quickly appeared in this office.

Barty Crouch has experienced the Wizarding War. Even when he is old, he doesn't react slowly. He takes a heavy blow from the front and his body rolls several times and quickly stands up.

The fireplace in front is already near Chichi, as long as he throws the Floo powder in his hand, he can escape from here smoothly...

A few thoughts flashed through Barty Crouch's mind, but it was a pity that they were interrupted before they could implement it-because a sharp object was pressing against his neck.

Then, a slightly childish voice rang in his ears.

"Leave me away from the fireplace, Mr. Crouch, and throw away the Floo fans. It's best not to let me see you doing little tricks in private..."

Barty Crouch ignored the voice, let alone intending to do so, his gaze turned to the other side of the office.

"Alastor!" Barty Crouch looked at Moody's word by word~www.mtlnovel.com~ his face was full of incredulous expressions.

But he knew better what Moody's presence here meant, and his anger immediately filled his heart.

"It seems that you are finally crazy, Alastor! You broke into my office without consent, investigated my personal belongings, and took someone to attack me..."

Batty Crouch spoke harshly, but before he could finish speaking, a beam of light struck him, flew past his head, hit the window, and shattered the thick glass.

"Shut up, listen to him, do it, and immediately throw away the Floo fans! Don't let us say it a second time! You should know how I will deal with a prisoner!" Moody roared loudly, the tip of the wand faintly flashing The crimson red light may be emitted at any time.

Barty Crouch stared at Moody, seeming to be measuring whether the other party had the courage to do it.

But talking about courage with a neurotic madman is tantamount to asking for trouble. Barty Crouch can't measure whether Moody's is mad enough, so he is still softened. He loosens his tightly held left hand. In this way, the mass of powder slowly slipped from his palm.

Seeing that Crouch was willing to be soft, Ivan was relieved, and then forced Crouch to stay away from the fireplace with his magic wand.

However, Crouch didn't mean to move. He couldn't see Ivan in the invisible state, but guessed Ivan's identity from his voice, and his words suddenly became tough.

"Hals, I don't know why you would be willing to follow Alastor into my office, but I hope you can understand that assaulting a senior employee of the Ministry of Magic is not a small crime, enough to make you in Azkaban. Stay here for a while! If you regret it now, you still have time..."

"It's not necessarily us...Batti!" Moody sneered a few times. "I now accuse you of revising the game regulations privately, casting a confusing spell on the Goblet of Fire and attempting to murder Harry Potter!"

"I murdered Harry Potter?" Barty Crouch was laughed at by Moody's words. "Why do I do this?"

"In addition, do you have a search warrant and an arrest warrant from the Ministry of Magic? Who allowed you to investigate me privately? Investigate the director of an international cooperation and exchange department?" Barty Crouch said harshly.

Moody automatically ignored Barty Crouch's words and spoke emphatically, pointing at Crouch with his magic wand. "I think that letter is proof! Give it to me, hurry!"

Batty Crouch didn't say a word, but looked at Moody indifferently.

The latter became more and more impatient, and he took a few steps forward and prepared to grab it himself.

At this moment, Barty Crouch suddenly said.

"I can show you the letter... there is nothing shameful in it!"

While talking, Barty Crouch passed the envelope he was holding in his hand, and continued annoyed. "I hope you don't regret it!"

"I won't!" Moody grinned grinningly, snatched the letter over, trembled, and checked it.

"What's written on it?" Ivan hurriedly asked. He also wanted to check it out, but he was worried that Crouch would make some moths while they were distracted.

Moody didn't answer Ivan's words directly, but looked at Crouch suspiciously and asked. "What have you been looking for these months? Or... looking for someone?"

"This is my personal matter, I have no obligation to answer you!" Crouch had no instinct to imprison him at all, and his attitude was very tough. He stared at Moody's. "Should you finish reading it? That letter couldn't be more ordinary!"

"That's not necessarily true, I advise you to be honest, Barty!" Moody grabbed Crouch's robe and said viciously.

"I don't believe you would spend such a long time on a trivial thing.

I asked Bagman, and he said that you haven't seen anyone for several months, and you have pushed him all the affairs of the top three cups. My friends in the Cooperation and Exchange Department have never seen you go back to the Ministry of Magic... Besides, just now I Have checked the files on your desk, you haven't touched them! "

"It must be very important and urgent to let you put down these tasks at the same time. I guess you have to do it very secretly, right?"

Moody's words were sharp, and the big magic eye was staring at the change in Crouch's expression.

Ivan on the side was also staring at Crouch, but to his disappointment, no matter what Moody said, Crouch's expression was extraordinarily calm, without the slightest change.

But think about it, Ivan feels normal again. Crouch is the former executive director, who has risen all the way from the Auror, and the usual methods of inquiry are meaningless to him.

"Have you enough trouble? Alastor? These are my personal affairs, and have nothing to do with Potter!" Barty Crouch broke Moody's hand, looked at the two, and said sharply. "I want to see Dumbledore and ask how he manages his faculty and...students!"

Moody grabbed the letter in his hand, and his hideous face kept twitching, making it difficult for him to take it off for a while.

"Can you show me that letter?" Ivan asked suddenly.

Moody turned his head, without hesitation, just threw the letter in his hand.

Ivan reached out to take it, opened the envelope and looked at it for a few moments, and found that the content of the letter was very vague-the sender probably hoped that Barty Crouch would be able to give up some time, because he wanted to be in England with just one photo. It is very difficult to find some clues...

Ivan had to admit that Crouch was very cautious. This letter didn't reveal much information at all, but thinking of Crouch's previous abnormalities, the guess in his heart resurfaced.

"Did you think of anything? Hals?" Moody noticed the change in Ivan's expression and asked.

"You can show that note to our Mr. Crouch!" Ivan said casually, and then picked up the daily prophet to confirm it.

Moody was dissatisfied with Ivan's act of selling off the ball, curled his lips, took out the parchment with some charred corners from the pocket of the wizard robe, and turned it over.

"Recognize? This handwriting?" Moody demanded.

Crouch didn't understand what the two men were up to at first, but when he saw the scribbled handwriting,

But there was a storm in my heart.

He tried to suppress his emotions so as not to expose his flaws in front of Moody.

However, the work will be broken in the next second.

"Don't you recognize this handwriting? It was written by someone you know very well..." Ivan dropped the letter and the Daily Prophet on the table, his eyes fixed on Crouch's eyes, sure. Said.

"No, you are mistaken, I don't have any impression..." Crouch shook his head, the expression on his face a little unnatural.

"You're lying!" Ivan interrupted Crouch's words~www.mtlnovel.com~ Under the perception of Sensation, the fluctuating emotions of the other party were as conspicuous to him as candlelight in the night!

Ivan tried to take a step closer. Crouch's panic was accumulating bit by bit. He avoided Ivan's eyes, but the fluttering words still passed to his ears as they were. It was to dig out the secret hidden in his brain.

"He was lost, right?"

"You have been looking for him in the past few months, looking for him crazy! You are worried that something will happen to him, or something will happen, and you are even more worried that he will be caught by others and affect your career!

"After all... he is (your son!

Ivan couldn't say the last few words, because Crouch's emotions had completely collapsed, he ignored the wand on his neck and pulled Ivan up by the collar.

"Immediately...get out of my brain!" Crouch yelled.

"Let go of him, Barty!" Moody rushed up for the first time, pulled Crouch's hand away, and kicked Crouch to the ground.

Ivan looked at Crouch, who was kicked to the ground, with pitying eyes, adjusted his messed up clothes, and said.

"Don't be so excited, Mr. Crouch, no one has invaded your brain. I just made some reasonable guesses based on intelligence... nothing more!"

"But I guess I was right, didn't I?" Ivan said half-truth.

Pantheon is not a good word, no one would like a guy who can read his memory at any time.

Crouch sat down on the ground depressed, and was silent for a long time.

Moody next to him couldn't help it anymore, and said very annoyed. "Ivan, what the **** are you playing? Who is Batty looking for? Why did that person throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire again?"

"What's the use of you asking me? I just guessed!" Ivan shook his head.

Moody didn't believe a word, but he couldn't do anything about Ivan, so he turned his gaze to Barty Crouch and said gloomily.

"You better tell me honestly, Barty, you should know that I have never had much patience! Or do you prefer me to give you Veritaserum?"

Crouch remained motionless, as if intending to be so passive to the end.

Moody sneered. He rummaged through the pockets of the wizard's robe, took out a small bottle of transparent potion, and was about to pour Crouch into it.

"Don't do this, Professor Moody!" Ivan pressed Moody's hand, gave him a look of peace and tranquility, and then said to Barty Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch, I have heard many people talk about your deeds.

They told me that you are an upright and serious person. When you served as the executive director, you have been dedicated to fighting the mysterious man and his Death Eater army. There have been countless black wizards tried, and even your own children have been tried for justice. Locked into Azkaban! "

Crouch's expression changed a little, shame appeared on his face, but Ivan's words continued.

"I don't know what you are hiding from us, but you should know that the person you want to find is planning a very dangerous thing. He sneaked in and put Harry's name in the goblet of fire. Intent to kill Harry!"

Ivan's tone became higher and higher, and he stared into Crouch's eyes and asked. "We all know that his purpose is more than that. Do you really want to keep hiding it? Professor Dumbledore once said that you are the most trustworthy person in the Ministry. I hope you can be worthy of his evaluation. Wrong... Mr. Crouch!"

Ivan's words hit Crouch's heart like Hong Zhong, he closed his eyes in pain, and was silent for a long time before speaking quietly.

"I'm sorry, he saw the wrong person! I'm not that noble..."

"But you're right, Hals, at least I can't go on wrong..." Crouch stood up hard with the blanket, and was no longer as decadent as before, and regained some spirit.

Ivan smiled, waved his magic wand and moved a few chairs, indicating that everyone could sit down and speak slowly.

"Can you show me that note again?" Crouch didn't rush to take a seat, looked at Moody, and asked.

Of course Moody had no objection, and took out the note with Harry on it again and handed it to Crouch.

Crouch reached out to take it, stroked the handwriting on it, and said in remembrance. "This is the handwriting of my son Barty Jr. I am familiar with him. I can never make a mistake!"

"Wait...your son?" Moody looked surprised, as if he had seen a ghost, "If I remember correctly, didn't he die in Azkaban more than ten years ago? Several Aurors also witnessed his body being buried."

"Or, that corpse is not your son at all, did you find a way to replace it?" Moody's thought of this soon.

"Yes, I asked my dying wife to drink the compound decoction and become Barty little, deceiving the Auror and the Dementors..." Crouch explained painfully.

"No wonder, at the time of the trial, I thought you were really so unselfish. I didn't expect that you planned it from the beginning to hit your dying wife with your attention, intending to use her to redeem your reputation and son!" Mu Di sneered and said, grabbing Crouch by the collar, wishing to punch him directly.

"Calm down, Professor Moody, we should first listen to Mr. Crouch to finish!" Ivan hurriedly rounded the game, lest they fight on the spot.

After reading the original book, he is very clear that Crouch is indeed an unselfish person, and the trial of Barty Jr. follows the process, and there is no selfishness.

It's just that in the end it still can't match his wife's bitter pleading-after all, saving Batty is the last wish of his dying wife!

Ivan looked at Crouch's gaze more and more compassionate. He did countless good things in his life, and he was enthusiastic about the cause of anti-dark devil, but he made a big mistake when he relented for a while, this wrong thing. It is enough to make him accumulate a half-life of fame!

Under Moody's reprimand, Crouch had a penitent look on his face. He didn't mean to explain at all, let alone throw the blame on his wife.

After all, no matter what the process is, it is he who made this decision in the end.

Wrong is wrong!

Crouch sighed deeply, skipped this topic, and began to tell how he brought Batty back home, released the Imperius Curse on him, and ordered the house elf Shining to supervise Batty's every move. A move.

"I have always been very careful. UU reading www.uukanshu.com thought that this secret could be kept hidden, but it was discovered by someone..." At this point, Crouch's face became very gloomy for a while. Did not speak again.

"Is this witch named Bertha Jorkins?" Ivan went on for him, took the Daily Prophet on the table, turned to one of the pages, and threw it in front of the two of them.

Moody leaned forward and took a look. The back of the Daily Prophet recorded the news of the disappearance of a witch from the International Exchange and Cooperation Department. After a little thought, he immediately understood the information contained therein.

"Barty, did you kill her? Just because she discovered your secret?" Moody glared at Crouch angrily.

"No, I didn't kill her, I just cast a powerful oblivion spell on her, and then I don't know where she went or how she disappeared." Crouch shook his head quickly and explained.

"Who knows if what you said is true..." Moody said sarcastically. He never believed any prisoner's words, even if the person in front of him was his former boss.

"The crime I committed is enough to allow me to stay in Azkaban for a lifetime, and the result of killing another person will not change. I have no need to conceal you." Crouch said angrily.

Moody curled his lips, but didn't refute.

Ivan knows the whereabouts of Bertha Jorkins very well. After Crouch used the Forgetting Charm to cleanse her memory, she ran to Romania and happened to hit Voldemort's muzzle. Now the body is cold, and she also provided a lot for Voldemort. Of intelligence.

However, Ivan would naturally not tell the news, because he could not explain the source of the news.

Crouch continued to talk about the next thing. After dealing with Bertha Jorkins, everything was calm again. No one else would bother him. This also allowed him to start to deal with more things, such as The upcoming tri-finals and the world Quidditch competition.

"In the past ten years, my son Batty Jr. has been doing very well. He didn't make any troubles. Shining pleaded with me to be more tolerant to Batty Jr. That will happen to be the day when the World Quidditch Competition will be held again. I decided to take him to the scene to have a look."

"His favorite before was Quidditch..." Crouch sighed quietly.

"Hey, it seems that this private prisoner has a pretty good life." Moody said sarcastically, "You have the courage to take Little Barty to a place where so many people gather."

"I made a lot of preparations. I set a private room on the top floor for him. I also put an invisible cloak on him to make sure that he would not be noticed. I arranged for Shining to stare at him all the time... It's a pity that in the end Something went wrong!" Crouch explained.

"What's wrong? He ran away?" Moody asked.

"Yes! He's gone, just disappeared from the Quidditch meeting place!" A look of horror appeared on Crouch's face.

"Can you tell us more about it? Mr. Crouch? When did you hear about this?" Ivan hurriedly asked. He thought that all the variables probably started from here.

"Battie must have broken free from the Imperius curse I cast, and then ran away taking advantage of the riots in the venue behind." At this point, Crouch looked very angry, and he thought it should be blamed on the incompetent domestic kid. The elf didn't care about his son.

But under Ivan's repeated inquiries, he still revealed more details.

After the riot broke out, as a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic, he immediately mobilized his hands to arrest the black wizards who made trouble, and then took people to the place where the black mark was raised, and unexpectedly found Shining there.

When he saw Shining, Crouch knew that Barty Jr. had taken the opportunity to escape, but he suspected his son was nearby.

"So that dark mark was released by your son?" Moody flicked his cane angrily. "You know this and plan to put the blame on Harry and Sirius!"

Crouch smiled bitterly, did not refute, but continued to say, "After everyone has left, I returned there again and wanted to take my son away, but I searched every inch of land nearby. I can't find where Batty is..."

Hearing Ivan's brows frowned, in the original time and space, Crouch should have successfully found Batty and brought him home.

What is going wrong now?

Ivan tried hard to recall the plots in his memory, and suddenly thought that Little Batty was accidentally hit by the magic of a few wizards in the original time and space before he was forced to stay in place. It was an extremely coincidental thing.

If this hadn't happened, there was a high probability that Little Batty could escape from the chaos, and he would definitely go to Voldemort if he left like this.

Then Voldemort and Peter Pettigrew did not have the need to raid Crouch's mansion, which also explains why Barty Crouch was not controlled by Voldemort's Imperius curse.

After trying to understand all this, Ivan was not happy at all.

It's useless to know where the problem started, the point is how to solve the problem!

Where on earth is Little Batty now, his name can't be found on the live map, how did he modify the Goblet of Fire...

Each of these problems caused Ivan a headache. I used to think that Barty was disguised as his father Crouch to do all this, but now it seems that Crouch himself has no problems, that is to say, he has been All guesses are wrong!

"In the next period of time, I have been searching for Barty's whereabouts, but I searched the entire game venue and couldn't find him, so I had to ask someone to help find out about Barty's in England." Crouch said wearily.

"Then why don't you simply refuse to be the referee of the Triwizard Tournament and spend more time looking for your son's whereabouts?" Ivan asked curiously.

"No, you made a mistake, Hals, only if he agrees to this errand can he have a good reason to shirk!" Moody said with a sneer. "Right, Batty?"

Crouch nodded in shame. When he wasn't in the castle, he used the reason of the busy affairs of the Cooperation Department to prevaricate Bagman, and the Ministry of Magic thought that he was busy dealing with the affairs of the Three Finals.

With this guise, no one will question his whereabouts in a short time.

But what Crouch didn't expect was that there had been no news about Barty Jr. for months. Instead, I saw a note written by Barty Jr. from Ivan and Moody today~ www.mtlnovel.com~ In the past few months, I have been hesitant to tell these things and inform Minister Fudge or Dumbledore..." Crouch's face is full of struggle, countless days and nights. They are constantly hovering between selfishness and morality, and they almost collapsed.

Thinking of this, Crouch slowly turned his head to look at Ivan, and said with emotion. "Speaking of which I need to thank you, Hals, you helped me make a choice."

"Oh, you're talking about lightness, Barty! If we hadn't broken in and figured out all this, you would have surrendered? Don't be kidding!" Moody twitched the corner of his mouth and exposed Crouch without hesitation Selfish thoughts. "You will only continue to hold a glimmer of hope to find your son, don't you?"

"You know very well that once you shake things up, you will end up in Azkaban. At that time, everyone will know what kind of person you, the former executive director, are... So you hope to find your son before Live the same life as before!" Moody's words were as sharp as a knife.

"Enough, Alastor!" Crouch was a little annoyed by Moody's yin and yang. "I did something wrong, but the trial of me is the job of the Ministry of Magic. Don't forget, you have already It's no longer an Auror!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel, Ivan hurriedly interrupted their words.

"You two, please stop. Now is not the time to be busy pursuing the responsibility. The best thing we should do now is to tell Professor Dumbledore about this matter, and I believe he will make a decision! "

"That's right, Hals." Moody looked at Crouch contemptuously, and arguing lazily, turned to point his wand at him, and said. "Let's go, Batty! Do you need my help?"

"I will go by myself!" Crouch snorted coldly, and walked out of the room on his own, towards the principal's office on the top floor of the main tower.

Along the way, Ivan and Moody stood side by side and stared at his every move, lest he had any thoughts of running away.

However, Crouch was very honest throughout the whole process and made no small movements, leading directly to the principal's office.

Moody said the password to open the door, and then the few people walked up the spiral staircase together.

Fortunately, Dumbledore happened to be in the principal's room, and they did not make a trip in vain.

"Hals, Batty, Alastor... It seems that you have something important to look for me?" Dumbledore's gaze swept across Ivan and the others, paying attention to the expressions of the others, with a deep voice. Said.

"Yes, Professor, it's a very important thing!" Ivan nodded, then turned to look at Crouch, "But I think it's better to let Mr. Crouch personally say it."

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore fixed his gaze on Crouch's decadent face.

Crouch sighed, and didn't talk any more nonsense. He started talking about Barty Jr. from Azkaban more than a decade ago when he was soft-hearted, and continued to talk about himself in the World Quidditch Cup. For a while, Batty took advantage of the gap, broke free from the shackles, and now disappeared.

Ivan and Moody added to the side, clarifying things as concisely and clearly as possible.

Dumbledore listened silently, tapping the table top lightly with his slender index finger, revealing a little contemplation and surprise from time to time.

After a few people finished speaking, Dumbledore's expression became serious. He looked at Crouch and said disappointedly. "I have to say that this incident was far beyond my expectations, Barty... I thought you were clear enough."

"Sorry, Albus... I'll take the initiative to surrender to the Ministry of Magic next, I hope it's still too late, so that no bigger mistakes will be brewed." Crouch looked lonely, and seemed to be much older at that moment.

"In the face of family love, no matter how smart people are, they can become dull..." Dumbledore said with emotion, his expression was a little moved, and then he retorted. "Actually I don't recommend that you surrender to the Ministry of Magic, Barty, at least not now!"

"Why?" Crouch looked at Dumbledore in surprise, and didn't quite understand what he meant. Moody on the side anxiously wanted to talk, but was stopped by the old professor.

"Think about it. If you were to be heard about the trial by the Ministry of Magic, then Little Batty will realize that his escape has been completely exposed. Facing the Auror's pursuit, he will only hide more carefully, even It may do things that we don't want to see, such as venting anger to the innocent..."

"So it's better to keep it as it is and wait for him to relax his vigilance."

"Since Barty Jr. chose to put Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire, there must be follow-up actions, and we still have a chance to catch him." Dumbledore explained.

"This is too dangerous, Albus, what if Batty deliberately conceals any information, or makes a mistake again... you know he has a criminal record!" Moody asked questioningly.

"We need every power we can use now, Alastor!" Dumbledore said firmly, and then he looked at Crouch.

"Are you willing to help us catch your son? Barty? You are probably the person who knows him best in the world. But I need to remind you that there is no benefit and no possibility of commutation. You can understand it as ...A kind of atonement!"

"Of course! I can make a pledge as a constraint." Crouch nodded without hesitation.

"That's best, Barty! I'll stare at you all the time..." Moody grinned, staring at Crouch fiercely.

Ivan couldn't talk in the whole process, so he could only stand aside dullly and listen to their discussion.

Ivan's opinion on Crouch's handling of the problem is the same as Moody's. He thinks it's best to imprison this guy. After all, no one knows whether a father can deal with his erring son.

And the magic oath is not omnipotent.

While Ivan was thinking silently, the discussion in the principal's room suddenly stopped, and Ivan raised his head somewhat unexpectedly to find that everyone was looking at him.

"I've heard Alastor talk about it just now... You did a good job this time, Hals!" Dumbledore broke the calm by speaking, and said admiringly.

In his opinion, it is not easy for Ivan to draw out the truth from Crouch by relying on the few clues collected and the two reports of the Daily Prophet, especially when he is only fourteen years old this year.

"I just helped a little bit, this time I was able to catch Mr. Crouch thanks to Professor Moody..." Ivan humbly replied ~www.mtlnovel.com~ The voice is getting lower and lower, because of him Suddenly realized that the Lord was still here.

Moody didn't care about Crouch's thoughts at all, he patted Ivan on the shoulder and grinned. "Don't be so humble, Hals, you are simply a natural Auror! If you are able to serve in the Ministry of Magic after graduation, I am afraid that you can become the executive director for a few years at most, and even the minister is not without hope."

Ivan shrugged. He always thought that the born Auror was not a compliment, because in his impression, the duty of Auror was usually to wash the ground after the war, or as cannon fodder to be killed by a spike. The power of the wizard.

"Halse, I heard that you have had some conflicts with your friends recently?" Dumbledore asked suddenly.

"Ah, isn't it a contradiction?" Ivan scratched his head, not sure whether Dumbledore was talking about Hermione or Ron, and wondering why the old professor suddenly turned the topic here, they are not talking now. Are you serious?

Dumbledore nodded and nodded, confirming Ivan's words, and stopped asking more questions, turning to the two of them. "Next, I may need to chat with Mr. Crouch alone for a while. If you have nothing else, you can first consider going to the auditorium to enjoy today's dinner..."