Starting Over At Hogwarts

Starting Over At Hogwarts Chapter 76

2021-11-19

Chapter 76 The most precious thing in the world is memory, because time will not come back (the third update! Please! Monthly Pass)

December 24.

Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve.

Dumbledore chatted with his old friends at Godric's Hollow house, and Professor Minerva McGonagall, Professor Snape and Professor Sprout and the others all had a somewhat deserted Christmas Eve dinner at Hogwarts Castle.

London, suburban.

The underground fortress of the Crouch family.

Because it was Christmas Eve tonight, Wesson Wright let old Barty Crouch enter the underground fortress safe house to accompany his son Barty Jr. of a meal.

The last time Wesson Wright went to the underground fortress, he specifically explained that house elf Sparkle could only give Barty Jr. Crouch a slice of bread and a glass of water every day, which made Barty Jr.'s naked eye visibly thin. down.

Barty Jr., under the gaze of his father, didn't care about his image at all, and voraciously finished the sumptuous dinner on the table, and wiped his mouth carelessly.

"Where's that kid named Wesson Wright?"

Barty Jr. Crouch still had a cold face at his father, his eyes were like wild wolf : "When the master comes back, I will definitely bite that kid into pieces!"

Obviously.

Barty Jr. Crouch remains the same.

This Death Eater absolutely hates Wesson Wright!

Although that kid made him no longer under the control of Imperius Curse, he also made him lose all his freedom, took away all his freedom, and left him to stay in this underground fortress and count. Fingers live.

This is a desperate time.

This also made Barty Jr. Crouch survive a little bit by relying on his loyalty to Voldemort. He longed for Voldemort to be resurrected as soon as possible, and longed for Voldemort to save him from this underground fortress.

And then...

Just in this house to kill!
The only person who can accompany Barty Jr. ·Crouch is a pile of muggle books, and those books are filled with a bunch of childish and boring stories, and Barty Jr. ripped those muggle books to shreds with his own hands!

However...

Wesson Wright seems to have expected this kind of thing long ago. When he left London, he specially prepared Christmas gifts for Barty Jr. Crouch in advance, Commissioned by old Barty Crouch.

A whole box of...

Chicken soup for the soul books.

Barty Jr. Crouch's expression turned wonderful when he saw a box of familiar books, the thin skin on his cheeks showing tendons as his emotions twitched and his tongue twitched. Can't stop sticking out and licking his lips!
This is the sign before Barty Jr. Crouch gets angry!
old Barty ·Crouch knew very well what his son's temper was, he just told the house elf Winky beside him: "Let him eat well, and don't starve him again."

"You Are you taking pity on me?"

Barty Jr. Crouch suddenly lifts the head and looks at his father, his tongue sticks out and licks his lips and then quickly retracts, his face It became grim: "I don't need your pity! Remember you and that kid, I will never yield to you, the master will come back sooner or later!"

"You're crazy now!"

old Barty Crouch is more stubborn than his own son!

The ruthless father immediately stood up, stretched out his hand to tidy up his clothes, and wanted to leave his son, each minding their own business, and leave here!

However, when he opened the fort's round door, old Barty Crouch remembered Wesson Wright's instructions, he took out a small beautifully packaged box from his pocket, returned to the table and put it on the table. on the table.

"Here's a Christmas present for you."

After saying that, old Barty Crouch didn't stop.

"I don't need it!"

Even if Barty Jr. Crouch's frantic roar came from behind, he didn't pay any attention, just left the underground building with a cold expression. The fort, as if ruthless to Barty Jr. Crouch.

It wasn't until the door was closed...

The father squatted on the ground a little decadently.

Wesson Wright, standing at the door of the basement, calmly cast his magic power to re-close the safe house: "The memory of mother, sooner or later, will surpass his loyalty to Voldemort..."

"Maybe..."

The old Barty ·Crouch quickly calmed down, stood up slowly, patted his suit, and became the meticulous senior official of the Ministry of Magic again.

This man...

is always so calm.

Wesson Wright leaned against the door frame of the basement and sighed softly: "Everything in the world is compared by people, even people's feelings, when they think about it, they will go by themselves. Deliberate comparison, when loyalty is also compared, in fact, there are loopholes in the defense line he set for himself..."

"I don't understand this..."

old Barty Crouch rubbed his temples.

Old Barty Crouch was never good at getting to the bottom of complicated feelings, and he didn't know that his son Barty Jr. Crouch opened the beautifully left behind a few seconds after he left. gift box.

In the gift box...

Of course it was a photo of Mrs. Crouch before she died.

Barty Jr. ·Crouch burst into tears holding a picture of his mother!
This Death Eater, who has always been loyal to Voldemort, this young man who has suffered from loneliness and suffering for half a year, this son who has always been indifferent and resentful to his father, was completely broken by the appearance of this photo...

This mother's photo...

has become the only spiritual support for Barty Jr. Crouch.

For Voldemort's loyalty and Death Eater's responsibilities, the glory and status of a pure-blood wizard are nothing compared to being able to cry out all their grievances in front of mother!
And what follows...

will be endless memories.

Even the time when I followed Voldemort was far more worthy of Barty Jr. Crouch's memories than the time when I could act like a spoiled child in my mother's arms until I fell asleep.

Old Barty Crouch doesn't understand this feeling, and is still focused on their business: "Tomorrow is Christmas, when are you going to Nurmengard, Austria?"

"Just at this time!"

A bottle of Polyjuice Potion appeared in Wesson Wright's palm. After taking a big sip, his body changed little by little. In front of old Barty Crouch Becomes Pettigrew Peter.

"What a pity..."

Pettigrew Peter's voice was still a little sharp, but the cowardice of the past was no longer heard: "hehe hehe...what a pity...if now It would be nice to have a picture of Headmaster Dumbledore in his youth as a Christmas present for the Dark Lord..."

"There are quite a few pictures now..."

old Barty ·Crouch frowned.

"Everything always seems cheap these days."

Pettigrew Peter's fingernails are still sharp, the Wesson Wright secret mastermind in disguise looks like a devil, his shrill voice There is even a bit more demagogic flavor.

“Precious things are never available.”

“People always think good memories of the past because they know in their hearts that those times can never come back, so That's the kind of memory that's especially precious."

"What image do you think Grindelwald remembers of Dumbledore? An old fogey with a gray beard, but it doesn't match his memory of Dumbledore at all. ."

"Memory!"

"Records the best stories!"

"It also records the most painful lives!"

“…”

old Barty ·Crouch kind of agrees with this.

Of course, old Barty also had to admit one thing. When Wesson Wright, the little fellow, played Pettigrew Peter, he acted like a crazy Dark Lord who was planning a conspiracy behind the scenes.

Tell the truth.

Even old Barty Crouch, when Wesson Wright used the identity of Pettigrew Peter to speak, somehow involuntarily thought that this must be a deep-minded Dark Lord!
Everything on the world seems to be in the palm of your hand.

All the truths in the world seem to be able to speak.

Every enemy on the world seems impossible to be his opponent.

A sense of absurdity arises in the heart of old Barty Crouch. This third generation Dark Lord disguised by Wesson Wright is obviously fake, but it looks more like a real Dark Lord than any dark wizard.

“How are you going to get to Austria?”

old Barty Crouch shook his head and hurriedly asked a question: “Britain’s portkey to Austria has been Close in the morning, if you use Form Displacement Shadow, your magic power may be exhausted and may not be able to reach..."

Yes.

The Nurmengard Castle, where the first Dark Lord Gellert Grindelwald was imprisoned, was not located in Germany, but in Austria.

until now Many people thought Nurmengard Castle should be in Germany.

This statement is actually not completely wrong. During the Second World War, due to the relationship between an art student who led Germany, the territory of Austria was completely incorporated into Germany for a period of time.

Exactly.

During that time.

It happened to be when Nurmengard Castle was most famous.

Because Grindelwald was active during that time, his followers spread all over the European continent, and the magic circle of the whole Europe is centered on Nurmengard Castle, so there are still wizards who believe that Nurmengard Castle belongs to Germany.

Of course.

It must now belong to Austria.

"I'll be in Austria soon."

A wicked smile flashed across Pettigrew Peter's mouth, and he said with a smile: "As the third generation Dark Lord, if this If you can't solve the problem, it would be a dereliction of duty, right?"

Accompanied by Pettigrew Peter's voice, one after another magic halo started to light up quickly from under his feet, and it quickly lit up within a few seconds. A magic Formation with sufficient magic power is formed!

Next moment!
Pettigrew Peter's silhouette disappears in place!

(end of this chapter)