An inexplicable blackness shrouded the ceiling of the cave, and everyone who was corroded by the blackness unknowingly changed their form.
Some people grew sharp horns, some people's eyes became blood red, some people's teeth became sharp, some people's noses elongated, and even Dumbledore was not spared. His elegant silver beard and hair turned into black tentacles, and there were many obsidian crystals on his forehead. He had become a proper demon wizard.
Of course, the one who changed the most was Old Barty Crouch.
After shouting "you're not my son", his body swelled up.
He turned into a Satyr with bent legs, arched back, and long arms, with a long tail behind his butt.
His mother, on the other hand, quickly shrank and became a creature like a house elf.
"What happened?"
Mille asked Hoffa.
"This is probably what they look like in Buddy Jr's eyes. Dreams usually don't explain things. They only use images to symbolize things."
"Then this is really an obvious symbol."
Mille muttered to himself, "Why didn't you save him just now? “
"Dreams have nothing to do with rationality, only emotions. Do you think we can just take him away from here? No.
I still don't know the purpose of this dream and how to defeat my future self. We can't act rashly before we figure out the purpose of this dream. "
Mille froze for a moment, then sneered softly. "You're still so indifferent. When you faced Aglaia, I didn't see you being so calm."
Hoffa blushed, which was rare for him. He turned his head away. However, after Buddy Jr was dragged out of the dungeon by the Soul Catcher, the ink-black color completely flooded the underground cave. The hubbub of voices gradually died down.
"Why is it black now?"
Mille's voice rang in his ears.
"Don't be afraid."
Hoffa said.
After a while, the blackness gradually disappeared.
A huge gray screen appeared in front of Hoffa and Mille, illuminating a few rows of empty chairs like the curtains in an old-fashioned movie. There was even a white countdown on the screen.
3，2，1
At the end of the countdown, a bald old man with sparse hair and golden eyes stood on the screen. He was wearing a suit and said politely, "Welcome to the Infernal Cinema. Now we are playing 'Father and Son Fighting'."
“WTF？ Is that your future self? "
Mille looked at Hoffa in confusion, and so did Hoffa. He touched the soft cushion under his butt and the black hardwood armrest beside him, only to find that he and Mille were suddenly sitting in a movie theater. All that was missing was popcorn and coke.
Just as he was thinking, popcorn and cola appeared in front of him. The popcorn was fried to a golden color and exuded a tempting milky fragrance. There were ice cubes in the Coke, and the condensation hung on the glass.
"What's going on?" Mille looked at the popcorn on his lap. We … Weren't we … Weren't we watching Buddy Jr's trial? "
"That's a dream. There's no logic to it."
Hoffa said and took a bite of the popcorn. It really tasted the same as it did in the real world. "Since we're here, let's take it easy. Let's see what my future self wants to do."
As he said that, a lake appeared on the screen in front of him. The lake slowly zoomed in, and then a castle appeared. Hoffa couldn't be more familiar with this scene. It was the Hogwarts and the Black Lake.
He couldn't help but sit up straight. What did his future self want to do? Did he want to play the complete series of Harry Potter movies in front of him?
Just as he was thinking, the camera continued to zoom in and gradually pulled to the shore of the Black Lake. Two figures appeared on the screen. The sound of quarreling could be heard.
"You humiliated me more than ten years ago. Now that people have finally forgotten about you, are you going to cause another Longbottom incident?!" The man on the screen shouted.
"I didn't do anything to the Longbottom couple! Why are you pushing the blame to me for what Belastre did? "The young man shouted loudly and unwillingly.
"What's the difference between what you did and what you didn't do, idiot?" The middle-aged man sternly reprimanded. "Don't think I don't know what you're doing hiding in the Hogwarts! Tell me, are you trying to resurrect that person who can't even be named? "
"No, I'm serving a proper wizard now!"
"Serving? You lowly thing, where's your dignity as a wizard? How can my Crouch family have such a shameless descendant like you?! "
"What right do you have to say that? Aren't you also a dog of the head of the Ministry of Magic?"
The people on the screen were Buddy Jr and his father, Old Barty. They were standing by the Black Lake and quarreling. The quarrel was gradually escalating.
* Slap! *
Old Barty swung his hand and slapped Buddy Jr's face. He pointed at his nose and scolded.
"How dare you mention Connelly Fudge to me? I could've achieved great things as the head of the Ministry of Magic, but it's all because of a good-for-nothing like you!"
"You deserve it!" Buddy Jr stepped back and covered his face. He cried sharply, "Do you think you're worthy to be an official of the Ministry of Magic? You can't even take care of your own family, and you want to take care of society?! "
* Smack! *
Another heavy slap made Buddy Jr's face bleed. Old Barty roared angrily, "How dare you say that again?!"
"Do you still think I'm a kid?"
Buddy Jr was going crazy. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Old Barty's head, "You've locked me up in the house alone since I was a kid. You've locked me up for a week, a week. Every time I came back from the Hogwarts, you'd scold me for not being as good as others in my studies. Time after time, time after time!"
"You're blaming others for your own incompetence. You'll only know how to find excuses for your entire life."
"Shut up!"
Buddy Jr rushed over furiously and held Old Barty down. He roared at the top of his lungs, "You've ruined my life. You've ruined my confidence! I don't even dare to look at the girl I like. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you! "
"Come on."
Old Barty, on the other hand, crossed his arms in disdain. He did not even pull out his wand as he allowed Little Barty to grab him, "Then come on, Oedipus. Hurry up and kill me, you piece of trash. If you dare to kill me, you'll live like a man, but do you dare?"
"You … You …"
On the screen, Buddy Jr was panting. He was so angry that his hands were trembling.
Outside the screen, Hoffa and Mille stared at the screen with their eyes wide open. They didn't even blink. None of them expected that Buddy Jr, who had just brushed past them, would suddenly run into the screen.
The stone didn't fall for a long time.
"Yes, you're my father …"
Buddy Jr slowly let go of his hand, took a step back, and put down the stone.
His eyes were red as he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't kill you, but I need your apology. You better hurry up and apologize to me for the decades you've owed me. Then, we'll talk about other things."
"Dream on. I'll apologize to you. You're not worthy. "
On the screen, Old Barty snorted coldly and turned around to leave.
After taking a few steps, Buddy Jr didn't follow him. So, Old Barty turned around and scolded, "What are you still standing there for? Don't you understand human language? Go back and stay there."
"Apologize."
Buddy Jr lowered his head and squeezed the words out from between his teeth.
Old Barty was really angry. This time, he took out his wand from his waist and swiped it down. The wand turned into a rope.
Smack! He held the rope and walked forward. The anger on his face made him look very ferocious.
"Ever since I was young, there's never been a day where I didn't have to worry. Before you came into the family, my career path was smooth. With you, your mother fell sick, my job dropped, and all my ambitions were ruined by a rat like you."
He raised the rope and tried to wrap it around Buddy Jr's neck, but the stone hit him in the head. It was a heavy blow that used up all the strength in his body. Blood flowed out on the spot.
"You …!?"
Old Barty held his bleeding head and looked at Buddy Jr in disbelief.
After a successful hit, it was followed by a flurry of attacks.
"Are you going to apologize? Are you going to apologize? Are you going to apologize?"
Buddy Jr crazily smashed Old Barty's head with the stone like a madman, smashing him to the ground. The screen was splattered with blood.
Hoffa and Mille opened their mouths and the popcorn in their hands fell to the ground.
After an unknown amount of time, Old Barty on the screen finally fell on the rocky beach of the Black Lake. His head was split into seven pieces and he was barely human.
Buddy Jr stood alone on the spot, trembling all over. He held a blood-stained stone and looked dazed.
The scene gradually faded.
The movie theater fell into darkness again.
.....
After a while, Mille's hoarse voice came into his ears.
"Hmph, it's really father and son killing each other!"
He took a bite of the popcorn fiercely. "If you ask me, Old Barty deserves it. He reminds me of Adebayor when he was young."
Hoffa did not say anything. He still did not understand the meaning of this dream. First, he was shown Buddy Jr's trial. Then, he was shown Buddy Jr killing his father. What was he trying to express in the future?
As he was thinking.
The movie screen lit up again.
.....
It was Buddy Jr again. It was Old Barty again.
However, this time, the location was different. It was not the Black Lake, nor was it the Hogwarts. Instead, it was in a dark basement. There was a dining table in the basement. There were a few simple home-cooked dishes on the table, such as bread, salad, red wine, and the like.
Barty and his son were sitting at the dining table facing each other. A house elf was diligently helping Old Barty open the wine and helping Buddy Jr lay out the napkin. It was Sparkle.
Two candles hung on the wall. Although it was underground, it still looked warm and harmonious.
The house elf, Sparkle, served a bowl of vegetable salad. Buddy Jr frowned at the vegetarian dishes on the table and complained, "Sparkle, go fry me a steak."
Sparkle immediately turned around and walked up the stairs.
"Wait a minute."
However, Old Barty stopped it. He shook his napkin and slowly said, "Let's eat fruits tonight."
"I said I don't like fruit."
Buddy Jr said.
"No one asked you what you like to eat, kid. By the way, let me remind you that having fruit at night can keep you in the right state of mind to face work the next day."
"I don't see any work in this basement for me to do," Buddy Jr said sarcastically.
Old Barty glared at him, looking very dignified and dissatisfied. He said slowly, "You invited me to dinner, but you don't respect my eating habits. Is this what the mysterious person taught you?"
A few veins popped out on Buddy Jr's forehead and he took a few deep breaths. However, he still sat down slowly and said to Sparkle in a low, muffled voice, "We'll have fruit tonight."
"Okay, Young Master."
Sparkle said in a low voice and fetched a bowl of salad for Buddy Jr.
"Tell me, what do you want from me?" Old Barty leaned back on the chair in a relaxed manner and said with some arrogance and pride, "Let me say this first. If you want to leave here, I won't allow it. If you want to increase your living expenses, I won't agree either."
"I don't want either."
Buddy Jr clenched his fork tightly, "I asked you to eat with me because I want to ask, did you send Aunt Polly's daughter, my sister Olive, to America as an exchange student?"
"That's right. Who told you? Sparkle, or Olive herself? "
Buddy Jr did not say anything.
"Sparkle."
Old Barty shouted with a cold face. The elf in the kitchen immediately put down the work in her hands and ran down the stairs.
'Who told him that Olive was going to Elfhameen, you or Oliver? '
"It's … It's me …" Sparkle said in horror. She rubbed her crumpled apron and said in a panic, "I saw that Young Master doesn't receive any messages from the outside world every day, so … so … so …"
"My son doesn't need any messages from the outside world. Sparkle, if this happens again, don't blame me for giving you a shirt."
The elf was so frightened that she knelt on the spot and prostrated herself on the ground.
Buddy Jr clenched his fists with a pale face.
"Alright, you can leave now."
Old Barty waved his hand in annoyance and chased away the panicking elf.
"That's right. I'm sending Olive to America. What's wrong?"
"Are you crazy?"
Buddy Jr said in a suppressed voice, "America is so far away. Olive has been in poor health since she was young. We don't have any relatives in America either. Why do you want to send her to a place so far away? She's a girl …"
"Do you think everyone is like you?"
Old Barty suddenly raised his voice, "Olive can take care of herself."
"She's only twelve!"
"Some people are already Animagus when they're twelve!"
Old Barty's aura rose steadily. It looked like he had to suppress his son no matter what.
"I've never heard of a twelve-year-old Animagus before!" Buddy Jr said in shock, "Are you kidding me? You didn't make such a decision last month and you're sending her to America this month. Is it because she sneaked a peek at me in the cellar last month?"
"Enough!"
Old Barty slammed the table and shook the salad plate, "Don't criticize my decisions and don't try to guess my thoughts. You only need to acknowledge my decisions and do as I say! "
He finished his tough words and bit off the cherry tomatoes on his fork. He threw the fork away and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
"I could've just enjoyed my dinner in the dining room quietly, but you called me to a place like this just to tell me such a trivial thing."
After saying that, he got up and left the dark dining table in the basement. He got up and walked outside.
"Stop right there!"
Buddy Jr called out coldly from behind Old Barty.
Old Barty turned his head.
"You're afraid that the rest of the family will know about my existence, right? You're afraid that Olive will leak the news of my existence. That's why you sent her to America without caring about her health, right?"
Old Barty was a little surprised, but he curled his lips and did not bother to answer. He continued walking upstairs.
"Do you only have eyes for your position?"
Buddy Jr raised his voice, "Other than the few lousy positions in the Ministry of Magic, do you have anything else in your eyes?"
Bang!!
Old Barty waved his wand.
The back of the dining table in front of Buddy Jr exploded into a mess. It was shattered into pieces. Green vegetables and red tomato juice mixed with porcelain shards slowly flowed down Buddy Jr's face.
"That's right."
Old Barty said coldly, "To tell you the truth, your sister had to go to Ephraim. The reason she went was because I didn't want to see her sneaking into the basement to see you. I didn't want you to lead the rest of the family astray! Because of that, I even cast a Forgetting Curse on her so that she would completely forget about your existence! "
Hearing his father's words, Buddy Jr sat back in his chair with a face as pale as a sheet. His lips were drained of blood.
"If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being so pathetic."
He put his wand back into his pocket. He glanced at Buddy Jr in disdain after the mess of cups and plates and turned to leave.
However, just as he stepped onto the basement stairs and was about to walk to the exit …
A silver table knife stabbed into the back of his neck. The tip of the knife pierced through his neck and brought out a smear of red.
There was a scratch!
Buddy Jr pulled out the table knife and stabbed it into his father's neck again without hesitation. Then, he pulled it out again and stabbed three times in a row.
Splatter. Blood splattered.
"Ah!!"
Amidst Sparkle's scream.
The scene faded and the cinema fell into darkness once again.
.....
.....
"This?"
Mille did not manage to stuff the popcorn into her mouth and it fell from the corner of her mouth. "This … I thought it was the legendary flashback technique. How … How did he kill him again?"
Hoffa's expression was solemn. He could not understand it either. Both incidents seemed very real. Both were Buddy Jr killing his father. However, the cause and location were completely different.
Of course, it was impossible for Old Buddy to die twice in a row.
No one could do it either. What exactly was going on?
.....
.....
While he was thinking, two more people appeared on the screen in front of him.
Unsurprisingly, it was Buddy Jr and Old Buddy again.
This time, there was nothing fancy about it.
The moment the two of them appeared on the screen, they started to wrestle each other madly.
This time, the setting was not the black lake in the Hogwarts, nor was it the dining table in the basement. This time, it was in a graveyard and it was raining heavily.
They were wrestling in the mud in front of a tombstone. Both of them were covered in mud.
"Why aren't you going back, you disgraceful thing!"
Old Barty pinned Little Barty under his body and choked him by the throat. He looked like he was about to kill someone.
Buddy Jr's face turned purple. He fell to the ground and touched the ground with his hands. "I'm not going back. Am I going back to be locked up in the basement like a rat by you?!"
"You found out that I was raped even as a rat. You've embarrassed me enough. Do you want me to lose my position as a director-general?"
The veins on Old Buddy's forehead bulged as he exerted more strength in his arms.
Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky.
Buddy Jr was filled with grief and anger. His tears mixed with the rain. "If that's the case, why did you save me from Azkaban? Why?!"
"Do you think I wanted to save you? Trash, it's all because your old mother pitied a piece of trash like you and sacrificed herself to save you. Now, your mother has died of anger because of you. Do you think there's someone who can protect you?"
"My mother didn't die of anger because of me, you old bastard! All you think about is the Ministry of Magic and the Ministry of Magic. You don't care about her at all! "
"That's still better than you following Lord Voldemort. You idiot, trash, trash with a brain full of sh * t! You're the one who angered your mother to death, and you still have the face to come to the cemetery to see her! "
Old Barty pressed Little Barty against the tombstone and pressed his head against the tombstone, "You and your bunch of scoundrels have embarrassed me! You still have the face to argue with me now … "
Bam bam!
After two consecutive collisions, Buddy Jr turned around and grabbed his father's thigh, dragging him to the ground. He then rode on his father's body and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Then why is it me?"
He clutched Old Buddy's neck tightly. "Then tell me why it's me!"
"What do you mean why it's you? Speak clearly. Don't leave half of your words unsaid. Who taught you this stupid habit?! "
Boom!
A bolt of lightning flashed under the white light.
Buddy Jr's expression was like a devil's. He screamed with a twisted expression and unwillingness.
"Why am I your son? Why do you want me to be your son? Why can't it be someone else? Why can't I be born in a normal family? Why are you never satisfied with me?! "
"Why is it you?! I still want to ask why you're my son? "
Old Buddy roared under the lightning. "Most people can't even dream of having a decent and progressive father like me. God knows how many outstanding young people outside want to be my secretary. Those people are more human than you even if they take a dump. How dare you ask why it's me? "
Old Buddy spat on his face. "Don't let me see your stupid face again. It's disgusting!"
"Then don't be angry at me. Did I force you to mess with my mother?"
Buddy Jr roared and exerted strength in his arms.
"There's no second chance." Old Buddy also grabbed Buddy Jr's neck. "If I could do it again, I'd rather shoot you against the wall or into the toilet bowl!"
"I'll kill you!"
Buddy Jr screamed crazily. "Go to hell!"
"Let's see who dies first!"
Old Buddy punched Buddy Jr in the face.
The father and son's tussle reached its climax.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky and struck the two of them. The father and son fighting each other were turned into charcoal at the same time.
The screen went dark again.
.....
The screen lit up again.
Buddy Jr and Old Buddy appeared again.
.....
The screen went dark again.
Buddy Jr killed Old Buddy.
.....
The screen lit up again.
The two of them appeared.
.....
Darkness.
Old Buddy died.
.....
The screen lit up.
Appeared.
.....
Darkness.
Death.
.....
The screen lit up.
.....
Hoffa and Mille sat in this strange movie theater with popcorn in their hands. They watched expressionlessly as the Crouch father and son quarreled over and over again. Every time, the location was different. Every time, the reason was different. Some were because of something big, and some were because of some trivial matters.
This father and son were born to be rivals. They disagreed on everything. Family, assets, style of doing things, even their taste in food, sexual orientation, and so on …
However, no matter what the process was, Buddy Jr would eventually kill Old Buddy or perish together with him.
The movie on the screen went on a loop.
Over and over again.
Over and over again.
Over and over again.
Finally, after about the twelfth time, Hoffa could not take it anymore. He stood up and shouted in the movie theater, "What the hell is going on? Who's playing the movie? Come out! "
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