Among the crowd at the Quidditch stadium, Hoffa and Nicole Lemay sat in the second row. Beside them were fans wearing the traditional costumes of various countries.
They waved their arms and their foreheads were full of sweat. They were excitedly cheering for their country's team. Even the elderly Nicole Lemay stretched her neck and stared at the middle of the field without blinking.
At this moment, the game on the field was close to white-hot. The game had now reached a ferocious and intense level, more ferocious than any game Hoffa had seen in the past.
The flaming arrows whizzed past as fast as lightning. The batters on both sides showed no mercy. They did not care whether the bats in their hands hit the ball or the people. They only cared about waving wildly and hitting wildly.
A player was hit in the waist and almost fell off the flying broom.
"Mustapha reprimands the Bulgarian goalkeeper for hitting someone — his elbow movement is too big!" Ludo Bargman shouted to the noisy audience. "Ah, yes, Ireland's penalty shot!"
In the middle of the Quidditch stadium, the dwarf demons rose angrily into the air like a group of shiny Sparkle Bumblebees. Now, they quickly formed together again. "Ha! Ha! "Ha!" On the opposite side of the field, Meiwa jumped up and shook their hair angrily.
"Foul!"
The Ireland supporters next to Hoffa shouted in unison. They all stood up and formed a huge green wave.
"Foul!" Ludo Bargman's magically amplified voice also repeated these two words. "Dimitrov injured Molan — deliberately flew over to collide — he will definitely be given a penalty shot — that's right, the referee blew the whistle!"
Nicole Lemay pushed Hoffa excitedly. "Look, a foul, a foul. They're definitely going to fight!"
Huo Fa, on the other hand, was somewhat uninterested. After entering the arena, there was a lingering sense of anxiety and pressure in his heart that he could not get rid of. He did not know where this pressure came from, but it made him unable to concentrate on watching the match.
Finally, when the Ireland team's referee stood in front of the ball, he whispered in Nicole Lemay's ear, "I'll go out and look for Buddy Jr."
"Now?"
Nicole Lemay said in surprise, "It's so beautiful. It's not too late to look for it after seeing it."
"No, it won't drag on for too long. I'm afraid that once it's over, there will be too many people and I won't be able to find him."
Nicole Lemay looked a little unhappy, just like a friend who had failed to promote a movie. She frowned and said, "Alright … Come back quickly. Don't let the people from the Ministry of Magic find out."
"Understood."
After Hoffa finished speaking, he gathered his clothes and quickly bypassed the crowd. He walked towards the box on the top floor of Quidditch Stadium.
Since Nicole Lemay pretended to be Ali Basher and was only a businessman, she could not sit in the box of the officials of the Ministry of Magic on the top floor. However, it was not far away, only a few dozen meters away.
Hoffa couldn't help but quicken his pace when he thought of Harry Potter's trio right above him. If he remembered correctly, Barty Crouch Jr. should also be sitting in the box where the Minister of the Ministry of Magic and Harry were.
Passing through the stairs, he came to the door of the box on the top floor. Hoffa saw two Aura in black robes standing at the door of the box, motionless.
Out of caution, he disappeared with Ghost Walk.
However, when he walked up to the two Aura, he found that the two were leaning against the wall with their eyes closed and their heads slightly bobbing up and down.
Really lazy, Hoffa thought. They can even doze off in such a noisy place.
He did not wake the two and quietly walked into the box on the top floor without alerting anyone.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the field. Hoffa could see a row of red-haired young people, who should be the children of the Weasley family. There were a few blonde men and women, who should be members of the Malfoy family. There was also a black-haired boy, who should be the back of Harry's head. There was also a girl with chestnut-colored curly hair, who was holding a pair of brass binoculars and staring at the field. That should be Hermione Granger. Thinking of his former goal, Hoffa felt that he was childish and cute in the past.
After standing at the door and looking around, Hoffa found another serious problem. Everyone described in the original book was here, except for Barty Crouch Jr., who was not here. Even the house elf named Sparkle was not here.
This made him frown. Could this be the legendary butterfly effect, where he saw Old Barty Crouch during the day, causing him to be alert and not let his son out at night?
Thinking of this, he did not dare to hesitate. He strode out of the box and quickly rushed out of the field. He wanted to go to Old Barty's house to confirm the truth.
The noise in Quidditch Field gradually faded away, and he entered a familiar territory. At this moment, there was no one outside the empty tent area. The fog of the South Wales swamps came as expected, and with it came a strange low temperature.
This low temperature made Hoffa shiver. Why was it so cold?
Crack.
The sound of a tree branch breaking came from afar, and it was extremely soft.
However, it was accurately captured by Hoffa. He slowly turned around and cocked his ears. In the dense forest behind the tent, the faint sound of conversation reached his ears.
"Bastard …! Bastard …! Beg me, beg me, haha … "
"Little Master, you can't leave. Master said that if you leave, he will kill you!"
"Do you think I'm afraid of death, hmm? You bastard, do you think I'm afraid of death? "
"I'm not, Little Master. Sparkle begs you …"
"Kneel down and hold it in your mouth!"
"Ah, here?"
"Can't you hear me?"
Rustling.
"Hmm …"
Under the moonlight, Hoffa's golden eyes suddenly widened. The fragmented and strange information made him realize something. Like a ghost, he slowly floated to the place where the sound came from.
After entering the dense forest, he saw a very strange and unusual scene. This surprised Hoffa for about a tenth of a second, but then he felt relieved. He had even experienced shooting himself in the head with a single shot, so this was nothing.
After Little Barty came out of Azkaban, his mind must have been tortured by the Soul Dementors to the point of being abnormal.
He simply stood at the edge of the forest, hugging his shoulders as he watched the invisible Buddy Jr finish. Then, he kicked the house elf away with extreme disgust. Because the fellow was wearing an Invisibility Cloak, he could only see a strange thing floating in the air and disappearing in a flash. Then, the house elf knelt on the ground and coughed violently.
The scene was a little disgusting. Hoffa turned his head away and slowly walked out from the darkness behind the tree.
"You're in a good mood, Barty."
Clatter. Messy footsteps broke countless branches. The sudden appearance of the bald head frightened the person under the Invisibility Cloak. The elf with the huge ears on the ground screamed crazily.
Hoffa raised a finger, and the screams stopped abruptly.
The tree behind the house elf suddenly came to life and used branches to lock the house elf's mouth.
Hoffa stood in front of the empty tree root and stopped.
"Take off your cloak. I need to talk to you."
"Grrrrr …"
Teeth chattered up and down, making a slight rattling sound.
There was nothing in front of him.
Hoffa's head turned bit by bit. "Don't be afraid, and don't retreat. I can see you."
"Who are you!?"
In front of the empty tree root, a startled and furious roar burst out. A skinny young man with light yellow hair abruptly took off his invisibility cloak, picked up a stone from the ground, and threw it towards Huo Fa's head without any regard for his own safety.
Hoffa was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He simply rolled up his sleeves and revealed his Dark Demon Mark in front of him.
The young man who was throwing stones in the air changed his posture as he ran. He went from a reckless David to an ancient eunuch who saw the emperor's imperial edict.
Screech.
He crawled three or four meters on the ground, rolled up a pile of leaves, and slid to Huo Fa with his knees. He raised his hand to look at Huo Fa's arm and said in disbelief, "You … you're master's … servant?"
"No, I'm his friend." Huo Fa said indifferently, "It was your master who told me to come find you. He needs you more than ever."
After saying this, Hoffa regretted it because the eyes of the skinny young man with light yellow hair in front of him were quickly wet. He wiped his tears and said in a trembling voice, "I … I … I knew it, I knew it … This day, I knew it … This day, Master, Master hasn't forgotten me, Master hasn't forgotten me …"
He talked to himself and started to cry. The more he cried, the louder he cried.
Not only did he cry, but he also raised his hand to touch Hoffa's arm as if he was touching a sacred object.
Hoffa never thought that the Barty Crouch he met was such a person. How could such a person hide in the Hogwarts for a whole year without being discovered?
Seeing that his fingers with snot and tears were about to touch his arm, Hoffa raised his leg and kicked him in the chest, sending him back.
However, after being kicked, not only did he not get angry, but he also did not stop. Instead, he scrambled up from the ground and rushed to the tree where the house elf was tied up. He hugged the house elf and said in ecstasy, "Sparkle! Sparkle! My master needs me, my master needs me!! "
He was so ecstatic that he kissed the house elf's face several times in a frenzy.
The poor house elf looked at Hoffa in the distance with frightened eyes. He could not make a sound, and his whole body was trembling non-stop.
"Master needs me! Master needs me, Master needs me! "
Barty Crouch Jr. shook his head and muttered to himself as if he was chanting a curse. Then, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Hoffa. He strode towards him, his eyes full of fanaticism and madness.
Huo Fa was disgusted by his crazed look. He took a step back and raised his finger.
The running Barty's legs were bound by vines, and he fell to the ground. Then, Hoffa snapped his fingers, and an electric current flashed through the vines. Barty Crouch Jr.'s hair stood on end, and he could not speak.
"Have you calmed down?"
He squatted down in front of Buddy Jr.
"Master, where is Master? Tell me, where is Master?"
Buddy Jr. was still in a frenzy.
Zap. Another electric current.
"Have you calmed down?"
Hoffa asked cruelly.
"B * stard, I am Master's most loyal servant. How dare you treat me like this!" he scolded, foaming at the mouth.
Zap!!
This time, the electric current was several times stronger than the previous one.
Buddy Jr. was electrocuted, and his whole body straightened, emitting a burnt smell. Sparkle, who was electrocuted in the distance, struggled violently, his eyes full of tears.
Hoffa slowly released his fingers.
"Have you calmed down?"
Little Barty's eyes were wide open as he stared at him in fear. He did not say a word.
Snap.
The vines binding him were released.
Hoffa stood up and slowly circled Buddy Jr..
"The Lord Voldemort told me to come find you, so I came. But the Lord Voldemort did not say that I can't kill you, so you'd better listen to me obediently."
"How do I know … if you're telling the truth … or not!"
Hoffa raised a finger, and Buddy Jr. immediately shut up and subconsciously curled into a ball.
"Hmph." Hoffa sneered and released his finger. "Your Master has a resurrection plan. He needs you, so I will take you away from here. Do you understand?"
"I understand, I understand."
Buddy Jr. finally came back to his senses. He scrambled to Hoffa's feet and said impatiently, "When do we leave, Mr. Bald Guy?"
"What did you call me?"
The veins on Hoffa's forehead bulged.
"Uh …" Thinking of the terrifying electric current, Buddy Jr. immediately shrank back and asked weakly, "Then … then what should I call you?"
"You can call me Mr. Bach."
Hoffa thought about it and said his surname. Bach was not a rare surname overseas. It was the kind that could be found everywhere.
Buddy Jr. immediately got into the zone. "Mr. Bach, should we inform the others that Master is back?"
"Wh … what?"
Huo Fa didn't know how to react to his sudden move.
"My Master has been silent for so long. So many people have forgotten about him. So many people have forgotten how powerful we are. Hmph." Buddy Jr. circled the forest twice and said with a sneer, "I must let those people know who is the king of the magic world, who is the greatest black magician in history."
"So?"
Hoffa frowned.
"So I have to do something for Master. I want to launch the Mark of the Black Magician and announce this great moment!"
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