Chapter

"It's really quite tragic..."

The beaters shook their heads and described what just happened in brisk tones.

Azkaban is a place destined not to have joy. Just when a group of prisoners were laughing happily, the real jailers of Azkaban could no longer control their hunger and began to enjoy this delicious meal.

Come to the buffet.

Even though the beaters were still staring here, these guys didn't do much to restrain their desires. The prisoners who were happily cursing at first fell down directly under the weight of accumulated fear when they just pounced on them.

Already.

"Fortunately, those guys are quite sensible. It would be bad if the prisoner was killed."

A beater with a bit of rosacea shook his head, "This place is not a good place. When those gray skins flew over just now, I was frightened by them - I was afraid that those guys would eat me and treat me as one."

Got food.”

"They're pretty safe after all these years, aren't they?"

Another beater said nonchalantly that beaters would come here from time to time to deliver supplies and make some extra money. Compared with short-term unhappiness, the Galleons obtained from the prisoners' pockets were the source of happiness.

"Those who feed on wizards will be absolutely merciless when attacking wizards," the rosacea striker shook his head, "If a dog has eaten a human, it will be no different from a wolf."

"Okay, okay, that's what you guys are like when you're new here," the other guy didn't bother to argue. Galleons are more persuasive than anything he says. Chocolates sold in Knuts outside can even be sold here occasionally.

Longlai, this is much more powerful than words, "Check the defense, check the security work of each cell!"

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"Master, please drink water."

Winky, the house elf of the Crouch family, carefully picked up a glass of water and handed it to the sleepy little Barty.

She was quite happy during this period - the old Mr. Barty reappeared in people's sight, and he once again gained the trust of the people after handling the unexpected cases of the World Cup. Crouch regained his rights.

Even his own elf got better, which made Twinkle very happy.

However, there are still some regrets under such happiness. Because Mr. Crouch has regained control of the power, life has become difficult for little Barty again. He is strictly prohibited from going out for fun - although it was only a few times before.

The Imperius Curse was firmly imposed, and Old Barty would even strengthen the spell once a month. If it weren't for the fact that releasing it too much would directly kill him, he would have wished to do it once a week.

"No matter what, the young master is still fine..."

As for the future, Twinkle didn't dare to hope or think about it. She just wanted to follow her master's orders and take good care of her little master.

"Master... you are!"

Twinkle suddenly exclaimed, and the defense measures at the gate were easily removed, as if they didn't exist.

But in just a moment, Winky lost the ability to defend, and the protection in Crouch's home was directly breached. Winky was thrown directly against the wall, losing the ability to defend.

"Stop, you idiot, don't kill it. The Dark Lord said that if you lurk in, you are not allowed to harm anything related to that lucky boy!"

"Well...he is really...a lucky boy. He is actually worthy of our personal trip to save him."

Half-conscious and half-awake, Twinkle heard such a voice.

Then, she saw a masked wizard spilling a bottle of magic potion on her young master. Before she could worry, the young master who had been firmly under control began to struggle desperately, and then his eyes became lively.

"Cough...cough...are you..."

Barty Crouch Jr. coughed as he surveyed the intruders in his home.

He wasn't worried about what was going to happen - whatever happened would be better than being imprisoned like a puppet under the Imperius Curse.

As for causing trouble for his father? Sorry, he didn't think about such a thing more than ten years ago.

"Purge, have you heard of it?"

"The Purifier?"

Little Barty moved his hands and feet while looking at the wands of the two strangers with his peripheral vision - at this distance, if he swooped out, the probability of grabbing one wand and instantly casting a spell to kill the other was actually not small...

However, there is no rush... He needs the other person to relax a little more, and by the way, he needs more time to try to control his body.

"I remember that you are supposed to be wizards from the American wizarding world. How come..."

"That's right, aren't we doing it just because - you want to do it...?"

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Little Barty jumped to grab a wand, and without even thinking about it, he shot the Cruciatus Curse at the other one.

A miserable green light appeared in the room, and heart-wrenching shouts rang out instantly. When the opponent was bent into a shrimp-like existence in agony, he lay directly on the ground and used his legs to violently hit the opponent who had his wand taken away.

With a kick, he cast a curse and trapped the opponent.

After applying another spell to the opponent who had been hit by the Cruciatus Curse, he stood up with his hands on the ground, his face covered with dust and an uncontrollable laugh.

"You are really..."

He waved his wand to summon another wand, and the smile on his face became even crazier, "But no matter what, I have to thank you..."

The other party was really too immature and made mistakes that even surprised him.

To be honest, little Barty couldn't even imagine why these two wizards who seemed to be pretty good could actually make such a fatal mistake, but since the other party gave them a chance, he wouldn't be polite.

"Tell me about it, you are... heart-breaking and bone-crushing!"

With a smile on his face, another green light flew out of his hand and pointed at one of them.

Heart-rending screams sounded instantly, and there was obvious panic on the other person's covered face...

"You can't, we came here to save you, Barty Crouch!"

"Save me?"

The magic in Little Barty's hands did not stop, a cruel smile appeared on his face, "Who sent you here? How did he know?"

"The Dark Lord asked us to save you!"

'The Dark Lord?'

Only then did Barty remember that in the daze he had just been controlled, he seemed to have heard the name, "Is it the Dark Lord?"

"Yes, it's the Dark Lord! We were specially sent to save you!"

"Owner…"

A look of ecstasy appeared on Buddy's face, and uncontrollable joy burst out from his heart, "Is it the master?"

"Of course, it's the Dark Lord..."

"I knew...I knew that the Dark Lord would not die so easily. He said it, he said it, he said it!!! It's my fault, I shouldn't have doubted it, I shouldn't have doubted it

Doubtful!”

Barty burst into tears. He danced and waved the wand randomly in his hand, sending out green sparks from time to time. "Master, master, where is he? I am loyal, I am the most loyal!"

The Purifiers who were frightened by Barty's madness were now sincerely afraid of the crazy middle-aged man in front of them - they, the Purifiers, have been avoiding the pursuit of the Ministry of Magic for generations, except for those powerful spells and techniques that have been passed down.

Personal practical experience is actually not that great.

Had it not been for the Dark Lord's emergency black magic training and sufficient intelligence and sneak attacks, they would not have been able to crush and bully the same ordinary Aurors.

But after meeting the prisoner in front of them who had been imprisoned for many years, their sense of superiority towards Aurors was suddenly shattered...

After a while, Barty finally calmed down and thought of something, "But, how does the master know that I am here?"

"Lady Bertha described your location. We were sent to infiltrate here and rescue you."

"Bertha?"

Little Barty shook his head, he really couldn't figure out who this person was.

"So, master, master, what does he need me as a servant for?"

He stretched out his hand and looked himself over, "How can I contribute?"

"Attack Azkaban... We still have eight Purifiers outside. They are all wizards who are good at breaking protection and causing chaos. They are all under your command."

"Azkaban?"

Little Barty looked at the two of them doubtfully, "Of course I can, but Master, Master..."

"We don't know. We were sent here. We were just told to rescue you on Christmas Day and then break into Azkaban as soon as possible."

"Azkaban...the master has not forgotten us loyal servants..."

Little Barty thought for a moment and almost cried with joy - almost all of them who fought to find the Dark Lord to the last moment entered Azkaban, and he has never forgotten those companions who kidnapped Aurors with them.

"If you have no doubts," the purifier subconsciously used the honorific, "Should we leave first? The cracking of the soul-stealing curse may lead to the discovery of the caster."

"Just control him..."

Little Barty said without thinking, but looked at the two helpers and shook his head, "Forget it, let's leave first..."

He still recognized his father's strength. He didn't care whether he attacked or not, but it would be too much to delay the master's plan because of the failure of the attack...

Anyway, the guy who cared so much about his reputation was too cowardly to make it public - he grinned proudly, and then saw Twinkle on the side.

"never mind…"
To be continued...