Chapter 281: The Death of Barty Crouch

Chapter 721 The Death of Barty Crouch

Barty Crouch Jr. raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at his old father. Without any hesitation, he shot out a strong green light that pierced the night sky.

Facing Avada Kedavra, Barty Crouch did not make any move, but just lay on the ground dying... waiting to die.

When his life was hanging by a thread, a thick tree root suddenly stretched forward and blocked Barty Crouch.

With a loud bang, the tree root exploded on the spot, and the trees with green leaves also withered instantly under Avada Kedavra, and the dead leaves fell to the ground.

Barty Crouch Jr. turned around suddenly and saw a blond boy riding a flying broom, running towards him at a speed like thunder.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s pupils shrank sharply, and he had recognized the boy's identity-Rolf Scamander.

It was him... who suddenly broke into the Crouch family's tent during the Quidditch World Cup a year ago, exposing the truth that his father was harboring him, and had them imprisoned in Azkaban together.

Barty Crouch Jr. still remembers what happened that day, and he can't forget the boy's appearance!

During this period, Barty Crouch Jr. has heard his master mention Scamander so much that he is even a little jealous.

Barty Crouch Jr. smiled. He didn't expect that in addition to his father, there would be other unexpected gains tonight.

It's really a double happiness!

In this lightning moment, Barty Crouch Jr. has already imagined that he would take Scamander's body back and make the Dark Lord very happy.

He even thought about asking the Dark Lord for a reward:

He wants to kiss his master's feet... and taste every inch of skin with the tip of his tongue!

However, when Barty Crouch Jr. turned around again and wanted to get rid of old Barty first, more tree roots had drilled out of the ground and completely wrapped him up.

Barty Crouch Jr. was furious and was about to destroy the tree roots, but they were already rushing towards him. At first, they were very thin, only as thick as a little finger, but after leaving the ground, they suddenly grew and soon became like black pythons.

Barty Crouch Jr. started to retreat without thinking, but was still caught by the tree roots at the ankle. He immediately recited a spell, and several wind blades lingered around his body.

Before the wriggling tree roots were all cut off, Barty Crouch Jr. was thrown out. He fell heavily to the ground, and after landing, he still rolled several times in a mess, which showed how strong the force was.

Rolf raised his wand and shot a spell, which swam towards Barty Crouch Jr., but the direction was slightly deviated, with some prediction.

Barty Crouch Jr. dug his fingers into the ground while rolling, and his feet also pushed the ground hard to stop his body.

The spell landed not far from him, blasting a big pit, and the soil splashed everywhere.

Barty Crouch Jr. raised his arm, and the fingers holding the wand were already bleeding, and even the nails were turned over.

He endured the pain, held the wand upside down, and cast a spell back at the boy.

A ball of purple light, like a small sword, shot towards Rolf's head. He tilted his head slightly and dodged it easily.

Barty Crouch Jr. made a hooking motion, and Rolf's body tilted on the broom. The purple light flashed at a faster speed. If he hadn't dodged, he would have been pierced through the back of the back by the spell.

The purple light split into two and shot towards Rolf again. He flicked the broom and flew towards the sky. The two lights chased after him and split into four in mid-air.

Barty Crouch Jr. controlled the light and chased Rolf. In his eyes, Scamander was like a drowned dog, being chased by his own magic and fleeing everywhere.

But the next second, Rolf, who was flying through the air, suddenly shone brightly. Barty Crouch Jr. was so blinded by the bright light that his eyes were stung. He still couldn't stop crying after closing his eyes.

Barty Crouch Jr. couldn't see anything, and the spell lost its direction. He was running around in the air like a headless fly.

He thought it was not good, and immediately twisted his wand with both hands, summoning a huge round mirror shield to block in front of him.

Rolf was hovering in the air, and suddenly remembered the black magic he saw in Snape's old textbook. He waved his wand and said:

"God's Edge Without Shadow!"

The next second, the round mirror shield made a roar and exploded out of thin air.

Barty Crouch Jr.'s robe had been torn into a big hole in his chest, revealing a bloody wound, as if he had been chopped by an invisible sword.

He staggered to the ground, and the blood gushing out of his chest had turned black. He looked at Rolf in the air with horror with blurry eyes.

"I can't die here... I can't..."

Young Barty Crouch summoned up his last bit of strength and released magic. His whole body was immediately wrapped in black mist. He flew towards the nearby Forbidden Forest like a bat.

As long as he left the area of ​​​​Hogwarts and entered the Forbidden Forest, he could use Apparition!

Rolf was about to chase him when he suddenly heard Shirley's cry.

"Rolf... Barty Crouch... He's dying!"

Hearing this, the young man created a magic clone and chased him on a firebolt. The main body quickly returned to the ground and came to Shirley's side.

He looked at Barty Crouch lying on the ground with a complicated look in his eyes.

A year ago, although Barty Crouch was over 50 years old, he was in good spirits and dressed meticulously and cleanly.

But now, after the torture of Azkaban, he looked at least 20 years older, his face became thin, his eye sockets were sunken, his face was full of wrinkles, beards covered his sunken cheeks and thin chin, and a few strands of dirty hair blocked his eyes.

The ponytail girl who was treating Barty Crouch looked up and said:

"Rolf, he just kept calling your and Dumbledore's names, saying that he had something important to say!"

Rolf also had many questions to ask Crouch, he squatted aside and called out: "Mr. Crouch..."

Barty Crouch groaned and opened his eyes tremblingly. He stared at Rolf, as if he couldn't figure out who he was, or suspected what he was going to do.

"Why is Barty Crouch Jr. here?" Rolf asked bluntly, "Isn't he in Azkaban?"

"Barty Jr.?" Crouch murmured, "Eva... Barty Jr.'s O.W.Ls test score report has been sent, and he got twelve certificates... The results are very satisfactory... He is worthy of being our son..."

"Let's celebrate tonight... I also bought tickets for your favorite Celestina Warbeck's concert..."

Crouch spoke intermittently, repeating the name "Eva" in his mouth.

Crouch was obviously confused. Rolf realized this and looked at Shirley and said, "Give him a strengthening potion."

The ponytail girl nodded, quickly opened the box, took out a bottle of potion, and gave it to Crouch.

The strengthening potion is a potion that restores mental and physical strength in a short time. Of course, for a dying wizard, this potion will accelerate death in exchange for a short period of time.

After taking it, Crouch's eyes became clear again. He stared at Rolf and said in a hoarse voice with deep pain:

"Rolf... Scamander... is that you?"

"It's me, Mr. Crouch." Rolf asked, "Do you have anything to say?"

"I... escaped from Azkaban..." Crouch grabbed Rolf's hand tightly and said with bulging eyes:

"Just want to tell you and Dumbledore... the secret of the dark devil..."

Rolf was shocked. He didn't expect Crouch to escape from prison for this reason. He couldn't wait to ask:

"Have you seen Voldemort?"

"Yes..." Crouch coughed, blood foam splashed, but his fingers clenched tighter. "The Dark Lord has many helpers... He has become stronger... You have to be careful..."

Rolf frowned, he knew that this was not something that could be explained in a few words, and Crouch's body could not hold on for too long, so he asked calmly:

"Can you give me the memory of Voldemort?!"

"Take... take... take... go..." A silver-blue thing that was neither gas nor liquid came out of Crouch's body, coming out of his mouth, ears and eyes.

Rolf used his wand to stick those memories and handed them to Shirley, and he asked again:

"Mr. Crouch, the blood of the unicorn can extend your life..."

Crouch looked at the boy and shook his head with difficulty, as if to say, forget it, things have come to this point, there is no need to save me.

Rolf hesitated for a moment and said: "If there are any last words or unfulfilled wishes, I will do my best."

Crouch's lips moved slightly, and Rolf put his ear to his mouth.

A moment later, Barty Crouch died.

There was a look of relief and liberation on his face.

Rolf sat on the ground, staring at the corpse in a daze.

Shirley carefully put the memory in a bottle, she closed the bottle cap tightly, and asked in a low voice:

"Rolf, what did Crouch say?"

"Two sentences." Rolf said: "One is 'I am guilty, don't save me'."

"The other sentence is..." Rolf sighed softly:

"There will be no grave or tombstone after death, and his ashes will be scattered in Azkaban... His wife Eva... is waiting for him there..."

Shirley held Rolf's hand tightly, and they both didn't speak for a while, just sat there in a daze.

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