The day was much longer than Hoffa had imagined. Perhaps it was because Old Barty was very efficient, but after a while, he heard the sound of Mirage shifting from above, as well as the faint conversation between two people.
"Is it safe?"
"Seems fine."
"Have you detected any magic fluctuation?"
"Yes. Although it's very faint, it covers a wide area. There are definitely traces of black magic."
"That's great."
"What do you plan to do, Mr. Crouch?"
"Go back first and secretly watch over me."
"Yes."
The conversation with Old Barty disappeared. Old Barty walked down from the first floor of the dilapidated mill and untied the ropes on Hoffa and Buddy Jr. Then, he pulled Hoffa and Buddy Jr.'s arms, and with a crackle, Mirage shifted and disappeared.
Crackle.
Accompanied by a soft sound.
The three of them squeezed out of Mirage's shifting state. As soon as they landed, the cold wind poured into Hoffa's throat from the frost-covered hillside.
He returned to Little Hangerton Village. This place was very different from when he first left. A gloomy ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the spiral and spread to the ground. Under this bizarre light, the thick white fog was like a suffocating giant mattress that covered the entire village, suffocating all life. It made the village struggle and die in despair as if it was suffering from hydrophobia.
Old Barty tied Hoffa up like a dumpling, forcing him to move his legs. Then, he pushed Hoffa and held Buddy Jr firmly with one hand while raising his wand with the other. He said coldly, "You, hand over the location of Lord Voldemort."
"Hey! Don't push me. "
Hoffa, who was tied up like a dumpling, said with narrowed eyes.
"Cut the crap."
Old Barty pointed his wand at him while his other hand, which was wearing a black cow leather glove, grabbed Buddy Jr's arm like an eagle's hook and did not let go at all.
Not only that, Hoffa could also sense faint spying intent from afar. On the mountaintop, in the residential houses on the mountainside, and even on the pine trees covered in frost, those should be Old Barty's subordinates who were scouting ahead of time.
"Come with me."
He picked a random direction and led Barty and his son over.
Not long after he disappeared, a small purple snake slowly crawled out from the place where the three of them had disappeared, hissing and flicking its tongue.
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The old site of Liddell Manor.
And in the dark upper floor of the mansion, a wrinkled baby sat on an ornate chair. Through the gap between the curtains, he narrowed his eyes and looked down at the empty space below.
On the empty ground, an old man was waving his magic wand, leaving a series of profound marks on the ground. Behind him stood a short, nervous middle-aged man. Every time Nicole Lemay finished waving her magic wand, he would take out some magic potion powder from a big bag beside him and sprinkle it on the ground.
As he watched, a large snake slithered silently to the side of the ornate chair and turned into a thin, purple-haired woman. The woman half-knelt down and stuck to the side of the chair. She clasped her hand and whispered something into the wrinkled baby's ear.
Tom Liddell listened indifferently at first, but gradually, his expression turned serious. After listening, his face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. He said to Naniji, "Call the two people downstairs up."
The thin, purple-haired woman turned back into a giant snake and slithered on the floor before disappearing and slithering out of the door.
After a while, the sound of footsteps could be heard on the stairs. The door opened and the stooped Nicole Lemay and Peter the Little Dwarf stood in front of the door. Peter the Little Dwarf rubbed his hands in a flattering manner and asked in a sharp voice, "Master, are you hungry? Do you want some milk?"
"Shut up, Wormtail. You can ask me something else next time."
Tom Liddell waved at Nicole Lemay listlessly. "Come here, Lemay."
Nicole Lemay took a few steps forward and said unhappily, "What happened? Call us up. We don't have much time left. Every minute counts."
"No rush," Tom Liddell said slowly. "How much progress have you made?"
"Eighty percent. If there are no special circumstances, I can help you finish it before the Trifecta Tournament."
"No special circumstances … Hmph …" Lord Voldemort stroked the armrest with his slender fingers, a dangerous red light flashing in his eyes. He suddenly asked, "Lemay, how much do you know about Hoffa Bach when he was young?"
Nicole Lemay was shocked. "What? Why are you asking me this? "
"I said, do you know your partner?"
Lord Voldemort asked relentlessly.
"I know him. He's a very kind person."
Nicole Lemay said expressionlessly.
"He's kind to the point of being pedantic, but he's still on my side and serves me. If you ask me, I'm the greatest Dark Wizard of this century. "
"What are you trying to say?"
Nicole Lemay was a little impatient.
"How much do you know about his past?" Tom repeated his question.
"Not much. In fact, I've never heard of him before 1937," Nicole Lemay said dryly.
"Ah, that's a pity."
Lord Voldemort was happy. He played with his hands excitedly. "I grew up with that guy. I know his likes and dislikes like the back of my hand. When I got into a conflict with him over a small matter, I killed one of his cats. He was so angry that he tried to reason with me. He didn't even repent when I pushed him into the sea. The first thing he did when he got out of the sea was to bury the cat. Hahaha."
Nicole Lemay slowly put away the impatience on her face. Her expression became serious. The luxurious chair slowly turned around, making an ear-piercing sound as it scraped against the floor.
"Before Hoffa Bach met you, he had a close friend. She's Dracath's daughter. I think you know that, right?"
Nicole Lemay's expression changed, but she still said, "Whoever Hoffa Bach likes has nothing to do with me. It doesn't matter if it's a cat or a woman. As long as I can fulfill my wish, even if he likes rats, it has nothing to do with me."
"For someone like him who values emotions above all else, it's not easy to forget. I'll bet you ten thousand gold coins that his desire to resurrect that person is definitely higher than your desire to resurrect your granddaughter. "
"It has nothing to do with me. I only care about the result."
Nicole Lemay said coldly.
"What if he comes to stop you?"
Tom Liddell continued.
"Just now, Naniji told me something very interesting. He said that Hoffa Bach, who left half a year ago, is back."
"What? Are you kidding me? "Nicole Lemay was stunned." Why is he back? We haven't prepared anything yet. "
"Maybe he doesn't think it's worth it to exchange a dark wizard's resurrection for his own happiness. Who knows? Big love, small love, moral standards, and so on. "
"Impossible."
Nicole Lemay flatly denied it, but her expression was a little flustered.
"Not only did he come back, but he also brought a group of people from the Ministry of Magic with him. I think you know that person from the Ministry of Magic. He's known as the most impartial director of the International Affairs Department in history, Old Barty Crouch. "
"Huh?"
Nicole Lemay stared blankly at the back of the chair, not saying anything for a long time.
A cold and emotionless voice came from the back of the chair. "He's never been a rational guy. He doesn't care about benefits or glory. But what replaces it is his unusually strong emotions, which leads him to do some unusual things. Some things that normal people think are stupid, but he thinks it's natural.
I don't know what Hoffa is doing here. Whether he suddenly found his conscience or went crazy, I don't care. I only know that if the people from the Ministry of Magic find out about my plan, you can forget about getting the complete resurrection spell. What to do is up to you. "
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"How long are you going to lead me around?"
Old Barty asked impatiently on the frost-covered hillside.
"We're almost there. We're almost there."
Hoffa said half-heartedly. He looked into the distance, where the sun was about to set. A deep blue color covered the land, and a thin mist filled the pale-white mountains. The frosty pine needles on the treetops trembled slightly.
It had been a few hours since the three of them arrived at Little Hangerton. In these few hours, Hoffa had been leading Old Barty around in circles in the mountain stream, trying his best to delay the time until night fell. He knew that he would be safe as soon as night fell.
"If I remember correctly, this is the third time you've come to this mountaintop." Old Barty pointed at the footprints on the snow. "What are you planning?"
Hoffa, who was tied up like a dumpling, did not change his expression. "I've only been here a few times. Who knows, Lord Voldemort might have cast some Confusion Spell on this place, so that others can't find him …"
Bang!
Old Barty pressed Hoffa against a fir tree, causing the frost on the tree to rustle off. He pinched Hoffa with one hand and turned his head to ask Buddy Jr, "Is your master here?"
"Bastard …"
Buddy Jr clenched his fists while suppressing his anger.
Old Barty did not hold back at all as he kneed Buddy Jr in the abdomen, kicking him until he bent over. He asked again, "Is your damned master here?"
Buddy Jr lowered his head without a word and bumped into Old Barty's abdomen, trying to knock him to the ground. However, Old Barty still smacked him on the head, causing him to feel dizzy and was pulled back.
"Is he here?"
Old Barty asked relentlessly. Like taming a wild horse, he was determined to make Buddy Jr bow his head.
The only reply he got was the angry grinding of teeth.
Hoffa sighed to himself. Even after what he said to Buddy Jr, he still could not give in in front of his father, even if it was just an act.
He coughed heavily.
Cough cough!
"Yes …"
Buddy Jr squeezed out a word from the gaps of his teeth with much difficulty.
Old Barty was getting more and more dissatisfied as he looked at Hoffa with a strong murderous intent. However, probably because he wanted to find the Lord Voldemort, he suppressed his displeasure and let go of Hoffa's neck.
"Lead the way."
Time passed by minute by minute. After the sun fell below the horizon bit by bit, the sky turned dark and the air was filled with the faint smell of blood. A touch of excited red appeared on Hoffa's face as the silent blood boiled in his body and flowed faster and faster.
Old Barty seemed to have sensed something. He tightened the rope that was holding Huo Fa and threatened, "I advise you not to play any petty tricks! If you can't find the Lord Voldemort in ten minutes, I'll execute you immediately. "
"Almost there … almost there …"
Hoffa said softly.
After a few more minutes, in the cold light, the last rays of sunlight completely sank into the shadows from the side of the mountain. A green aurora slithered across the sky like a snake.
As they moved forward, Hoffa's footsteps became bigger and bigger, gradually turning from walking to running. Old Barty finally realized that something was wrong as he roared, "Catch him!!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A few Aura rushed out from the shadows of the forest.
Whoosh. It was as if the horn of battle had been blown.
The second the moonlight shone, Hoffa's body expanded like a balloon. Under Old Barty's horrified expression, he broke free from the rope in the blink of an eye.
Old Barty who was dragging the rope was dragged to the ground and was dragged far away in the snow.
A few Aura raised their wands.
"Petrify all of you!"
"Faint to the ground!"
"Disintegrate!"
Under the moonlight, Hoffa stabbed his hand into his chest. The moment the curse hit him, he pulled his hand out.
As his blood splattered, his body disintegrated and turned into countless dancing nightingales.
The nightingales fluttered and crashed into the Aura, pecking them until they screamed and held their heads, throwing away their wands.
Buddy Jr laughed out loud. While Hoffa knocked down Old Barty's underlings, he also broke free from his father's restraint. He kicked Old Barty to the ground and snatched his wand.
"What goes around comes around, old man!"
Buddy Jr pointed his wand at his father happily and chanted a spell happily, "Heart Piercing Carpal Bone!"
A red light flashed and Old Barty let out a shrill scream. He rolled around in the snow crazily.
"You unfilial son!"
Old Barty curled up on the ground. His meticulous gray hair scattered messily on his forehead. He looked at his crazy son in front of him with a pained expression.
"You locked me up in Azkaban for thirteen years. Thirteen whole years. You'll pay for this!" Buddy Jr's hand that was holding the wand was trembling like Parkinson's. He took a deep breath and said, "Avada …"
Before he could utter the curse, a few nightingales flew over and snatched his wand away. They pushed him and pressed him against a tree. The nightingales flew in the air and gathered together, turning back into Hoffa.
"You can't kill your father."
Hoffa pressed down on Buddy Jr tightly and shook his shoulders. "You've already killed him thousands of times!"
"Then let's do it again!" Buddy Jr's eyes were as big as copper bells. He looked at Hoffa with fanaticism. "This loser doesn't deserve to be my father, Mr. Bach!"
Smack!!
Huo Fa's palm landed on his face, and Little Barty was beaten senseless.
He got up from the snow dizzily and couldn't tell where he was going.
"Are you stupid? Did you think I was talking nonsense?"
Hoffa scolded loudly.
Buddy Jr was so scared that he immediately covered his head. He was a completely different person from when he was being scolded by Old Barty.
"Leave England, leave London, leave your father's side. Go outside and never look back." Hoffa kicked him in the butt and sent him flying far away. "Get out!"
Buddy Jr got up from the snow and said in a panic, "Where should I go? I don't know. "
Hoffa snapped a cedar with a snap. Buddy Jr stumbled back another ten meters.
Huff, huff, huff …
Hoffa took a deep breath and calmed himself down. He said to Buddy Jr, "Crouch, you can do much more than you think. Don't look back anymore. Go, go quickly. "
"Don't you dare let him go."
Old Barty got up from the ground. His hair was disheveled and he looked extremely ferocious. "Let him go. Let him come here."
"Get out." Hoffa kicked Old Barty away and urged Buddy Jr., "Go, go."
Buddy Jr looked at Hoffa and his father. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. He walked backwards into the distance very slowly.
"Go!!"
Hoffa shouted angrily. He was so scared that he fell on the frozen ground and slid far away.
Old Barty struggled to get up from the ground and grabbed Hoffa's neck. "Do you think I don't know what kind of trash he is? Other than showing off his bravado in front of me, what can he do? If you let him go, he'll be eaten alive by those people!"
"Then it's time to let him go!"
"I promised his mother to protect him!"
"Damn it. Can't you trust him just this once?"
"If he can become something, even pigs can climb trees." After saying that, he waved his wand and pointed it at Buddy Jr who was running in the distance. "Faint and fall to the ground!"
"Bullsh * t!"
Hoffa pressed Old Barty down again. The curse deviated from Buddy Jr and disappeared into the dark night sky.
Buddy Jr climbed to the foot of the mountain alone. He kept looking back at Hoffa and Old Barty who were tearing each other apart. His expression was extremely hesitant.
At that moment, a train headed for an unknown destination came from the mountain stream and stopped at Little Hangerton. Some pedestrians carrying bags of various sizes got off the train. Hoffa was overjoyed. He shouted from afar, "Get on, let's leave this place!"
Buddy Jr saw the train that stopped in front of him and grabbed the railing.
"Go … Go … Don't look back …"
Hoffa looked at Buddy Jr's back with great anticipation. He held Old Barty down tightly. He had never wished for Buddy Jr to leave this place as soon as possible. If he could leave, it would mean that the cycle was not unbreakable.
"Ha … Hahaha …"
Old Barty laughed for some reason. He actually created a force out of thin air and pushed Hoffa away. He stumbled a few steps towards the foot of Little Hangerton and shouted, "Stop right there, you brat!"
Hearing his father's shout, Buddy Jr could not help but let go of his hand that was holding the train's iron door. He turned his head to look.
"F * ck!!"
Seeing him turn his head, Hoffa went crazy. He took three steps forward and grabbed Old Barty's arm. His other hand covered Old Barty's mouth to prevent him from making a sound.
In the night, Buddy Jr looked at the mountain slope from afar.
The crowd flowed past him. His face was blank and no one knew what he was thinking.
Then.
Splat!
There was a soft sound.
There was no warning.
The tip of a knife pierced through his chest without him noticing. It was as light as a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.
"No!!"
Old Barty, who was being held by Hoffa, broke free from Hoffa's grip. His legs went weak and he could barely stand straight.
Hoffa's eyes widened abruptly.
Little Barty, who was as small as a dot in the distance, looked at the sharp blade that suddenly pierced out of his chest. He touched the sharp tip of the blade, not knowing what to do, and then fell to the snow with a plop.
The train rumbled away. At the place where Barty Crouch Jr fell, a short figure and a hunched figure appeared in the shadows.
The short figure took a step forward and pulled out the dagger from Little Barty's chest. He wiped the dagger on his dirty trousers and looked at the white-haired old man beside him in a flattering manner. "Is this enough?"
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