"Mr. Crouch, please come this way." Filch, who was wearing his old tuxedo, politely led Barty Crouch into a small room. Crouch's face was dark and gloomy.
Crouch looked depressed. His face was yellow, and his skin was wrinkled. He walked side by side with a 40-year-old official from the Ministry of Magic. They were surrounded by a few strong, ruddy Auros.
Through the castle's window, they saw Allen urging Harry to practice the Bubble Head Spell.
"Now, Mr. Montrose and I are going to secretly use Mind Extraction on your younger brother and see who he treasures the most. There's no danger in the Hogwarts, so there's no need for these guards. Foggy is so weak. Just so he can bring a few more bodyguards, he decided that all officials have to be accompanied by Aura guards. "Crouch impatiently waved his hand at Albert.
Albert raised his hand to signal the other Aura to stop. He then turned to Crouch and said, "Okay, sir. But at least let me go with you."
Crouch stared at Albert for a long time, but Albert did not back down. Crouch snorted and walked in front.
"If you want to read Allen's thoughts, you won't be able to do it even if you use up all your mana." Albert thought quietly, narrowing his eyes and casting a glance at Crouch and Mr. Montrose.
"Is this distance enough?" Crouch asked in a low voice.
"It's enough. It'll be done soon." A hoarse voice sounded as if his throat had been torn apart.
Albert crossed his arms in front of his chest and leaned against the tree beside him. He watched their actions with a smile.
Montrose casually flicked his hair, took out his wand, and pointed it at Allen.
Crouch nonchalantly glanced at the young Magi at the lakeside. With a master at Spirit Assimilation, dealing with a young Magus who had yet to graduate would not be a problem.
At the lakeside, Allen glanced in the direction of Crouch and the others. Coincidentally, when Allen picked up his wand, the emotional fluctuations of the target before casting the spell were detected by the Mind Extraction that Montrose had been practicing recently. Montrose's actions, which he thought were secretive, had long been discovered by Allen.
"Heh, I didn't expect this Allen. Apart from the three little witches in the survey, Harris also has such a romantic encounter. His love life is quite rich. "Montrose's eyes widened and his face flushed with excitement.
Montrose rubbed his eyes hard, his body involuntarily leaning forward, as if doing so would bring him closer to the world he was exploring.
"What's wrong?" Crouch asked casually.
Montrose ignored Crouch completely. In his mind, he seemed to have arrived at a hotel with the number 237 written on the door. He pushed open the door, and the place looked neat and tidy, nothing out of the ordinary.
Then, he pushed open the door to the bathroom. Behind a transparent white curtain, in the bathroom, sat a young and beautiful naked woman.
Montrose stood rooted to the ground. She had blonde hair and light gray eyes, just the type he liked the most.
The naked woman did not speak. She stood up and slowly walked towards Montrose. Montrose completely forgot everything and could not hold himself back. He kissed the naked woman passionately.
Suddenly, Montrose stopped, his eyes filled with horror. He saw in the bathroom mirror that the naked woman in his arms had turned into an old and rotting corpse.
Montrose panicked. He pushed the rotting corpse away and opened his arms, shaking his head as he retreated.
The naked woman laughed and rushed towards Montrose.
"Don't come over," Montrose screamed for help in horror. "Go away, don't come over …"
Montrose's legs trembled as he stumbled on the lawn. He had already thrown his wand to the side, his hands frantically waving in the air.
A yellow liquid flowed out from the bottom of his pants.
Crouch frowned and waved his wand, trying to wake Montrose up, but to no avail.
Crouch suddenly looked towards Allen by the lake and shouted, "Allen? Harris, stop! "
The air on the lawn seemed to have stopped. Everyone looked at Crouch who had suddenly appeared.
Allen walked towards Crouch with an innocent expression, "Mr. Crouch, what can I do for you?"
The young wizards on the lawn and by the lake also gathered around.
"Allen? Harris, we mean no harm. We only used Mind Capture on you to confirm who you miss the most so that we can use her as a hostage. Please remove the spell on him. "Crouch did not realize that he had revealed the secrets of the competition in a moment of desperation.
The young wizards around looked at Crouch and Allen excitedly. They seemed to know something they should not know.
Crouch realized his slip of the tongue and his expression became even more gloomy. This Allen? Harris was so young, yet he already had such outstanding strength. In time, he would become the backbone of Family Harris.
Thinking of his useless son, Crouch's violent emotions continued to spread in his heart, "Harris, your counterattack is so fierce. Aren't you afraid of hurting your classmates?"
"I'm sure there's no Mind Capture Master among my classmates," Allen replied loudly.
"The master of Brain Seal can prevent the Mind Taker from realizing that the information he detected is fake. The master of Mind Taker you brought here did not expect a student like me to know such a profound Brain Seal, so he was completely unprepared." Allen raised his eyebrows and pretended to be proud, "Besides, I also added illusion magic. It's normal for him to suffer."
"Then what about the competition? We can't choose a hostage if you do this. This is a difficult problem. We have to go back and discuss with the others what to do next. Now, please help Mr. Montrose return to normal. "Crouch lowered his voice and lowered his posture.
Under everyone's gaze, Allen did not make things difficult for Mr. Crouch and removed the spell on Montrose without any resistance.
Montrose stood in place, his eyes dazed. Gradually, he regained his clarity. His face flushed red, and he quickly left the lawn in shame. He did not even have time to say a word to Mr. Crouch.
"Thank you," Mr. Crouch thanked him stiffly, suppressing his dissatisfaction in his voice.
Without waiting for Allen's reply, Crouch glared at Albert, who was secretly laughing at the side, and signaled him to follow. He then quickly left the lawn.
In Hogwarts, news always spread quickly. It was no longer a secret that the competition would choose the person the Warriors missed the most as a hostage.
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