Chapter 641 Cracked Skin and Shed Shell
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Yun Yin Shen
Chapter 641 Cracked Skin and Shed Shell
A rancid smell rushed into the nostrils in an instant.
After Fudge sneezed a few times in a fit of discomfort, he turned around and raised his head to stare at the others in the stands.
"Who on earth...who...allowed the start of this competition!"
"David! David Goodman! You stand up, I've seen you. How did you convey the results of our discussion...and you should come back to the Ministry of Magic to report to me..."
"Obviously, I approved your resignation not long ago, and wrote a letter of recommendation to the branch of the United Association of Magical Nations... Is this how you repay me?"
"Or... have you already turned to the Dark Lord?
Fudge pointed his wand at David Goodman standing behind the professors and snapped.
But David Goodman didn't respond.
He froze in place, staring at Barty Crouch in front of him.
Like a puppet.
Only then did Fudge feel that something was wrong.
Professor McGonagall stood up,
"Fudge, Professor Dumbledore... what's going on? Didn't you let us start the game?"
"I……"
Fudge stared at David Goodman trembling all over, "How could we issue such an order..."
"Obviously let you postpone the competition..."
"This..." The surrounding professors looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Mr. Connelly, who caused all this... Let's talk about this later..."
"The more important thing now is... where did the warriors go, we must find them first...they may be in a very dangerous situation now..."
"Dumbledore...you must take responsibility for this, after all, you are the one who made this competition possible and invited us here..."
Qiao Guohua next to him stopped the furious Fudge, looked back at Dumbledore and said coldly.
"Severus... Veritaserum!"
Dumbledore called Snape directly.
However, this made Fudge hesitate again.
"I can't... Albus!"
"David Goodman...I still know, if I tell him...he..."
But before he finished speaking, Dumbledore suddenly swung his wand, and a red light hit David Goodman instantly.
"Dumbledore!"
Before the fright in Fudge's heart passed.
The expression on David Goodman's originally stiff face suddenly became ghostly,
His eyebrows, nose, and mouth were crooked, and he twitched.
He couldn't help imitating the croaking of a frog, like a poor duck, bent down and walked back and forth on the spot, his legs were constantly moving, making his body sway back and forth.
It looks ridiculous,
But the people present felt cold in their hearts.
"Imperius Curse! Who is it..." Fudge shouted angrily.
At this time, everyone turned their eyes to a certain person in front, and provided Fudge with an answer.
Obviously Barty Crouch was extremely eager to start the game before,
And it was he who single-handedly started the game before,
These suspicious fishy smells immediately made everyone present suspicious.
"Bagman? It's you... No, it's impossible!?"
Even though Fudge was Barty Crutch's old rival, he couldn't believe this possibility in his heart.
In fact, as long as you think about it, you will know that this logic is very established.
Because among the people present... only Barty Crouch has this status and ability, and the competition of the top ten competition... started early without the arrival of the referee and Dumbledore.
However, Barty Crouch's past experience, the kind of person who sacrificed his son...and maintained his incompatibility with the dark magic, really made Cornelius Fuguitar unbelievable...such a person would take refuge in the Dark Lord.
"Barty!"
"How could it be Batty..."
"But it's obviously him...it's really suspicious that he excludes other people's opinions and convinces everyone...to insist on starting the game."
Even though the facts are in front of everyone, everyone on this floating island still cannot fully believe it.
"This is not Barty Crouch," said Dumbledore calmly. "The real Barty Crouch... how could he voluntarily stay at Hogwarts to hold the competition."
"That's right, that's right... If it's really Barty Crouch, he will definitely not let go of the opportunity of the Ministry of Magic's power change. Even if he didn't keep up with that action yesterday, he would directly leave this competition today and return directly to the Ministry of Magic to compete with Scrimgeour for the throne of the Ministry of Magic..."
"How could he stay here!"
Fudge also reacted at this time, he raised his wand, and directly interrogated 'Crouch' in the stands,
"Say... who are you? Where did you get the warriors..."
Before Fudge finished speaking, 'Crouch' raised his head, stared at everyone coldly, from low to high... let out a burst of cold and wild laughter.
After the laughter gradually stopped, he took a deep breath, raised his wand to the crowd, and then said slowly,
"Who are you asking me?"
"...I am the most loyal and proud servant of the Dark Lord..."
"It's the nightmare of you incompetent people, the bell ringer of the Muggle doom..."
"Fractured!"
An extremely violent magic power suddenly erupted from Dumbledore's wand,
boom!It hit 'Barty Crouch' who was standing still and talking nonsense.
The sound of ripping leather kept ringing in the suspended stands.
The face of 'Barty Crouch' suddenly changed, and the old skin began to become smooth; the meticulous, as if holding a ruler to keep the mustache on both sides of the same length... fell to the ground at once; the hair, which was fixed like a wire with pomade, began to grow indiscriminately, with split ends everywhere, and it looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a long time.
Gray hair, gradually turning pale yellow.
'Barty Crouch' seemed straight back to youthful, slovenly.
Fudge was stunned for a moment, and after a few breaths, he realized that the guy who was panting in place... who the hell is it!
"Barty Crouch Jr.!"
The other people present couldn't believe it either, and they broke out into even louder discussions.
"how is this possible!"
"Isn't this guy already dead?"
"indeed……"
"Hahaha--"
"It's late, idiots..."
"Dumbledore, you are nothing more than that! Compared with my master... you are far behind!"
At such a time, Barty Crouch actually let out a sharp and cold laugh. He trembled, raised his head, and scanned the crowd.
He looked as if he was using all his strength to straighten his body.
Then, the sound of tearing leather became even louder... Everyone could clearly hear it, and it came from Barty Crouch Jr.
"Back off!"
Dumbledore growled very seriously at the people around him.
Egilbert Fonnert next to him seemed to have seen some clues, and he also hurriedly shouted:
"Watch out for him!"
- stab it!
With the sudden explosion of the voice, Barty Crouch Jr. split apart!
The rancid smell rushed over.
(End of this chapter)
A rancid smell rushed into the nostrils in an instant.
After Fudge sneezed a few times in a fit of discomfort, he turned around and raised his head to stare at the others in the stands.
"Who on earth...who...allowed the start of this competition!"
"David! David Goodman! You stand up, I've seen you. How did you convey the results of our discussion...and you should come back to the Ministry of Magic to report to me..."
"Obviously, I approved your resignation not long ago, and wrote a letter of recommendation to the branch of the United Association of Magical Nations... Is this how you repay me?"
"Or... have you already turned to the Dark Lord?
Fudge pointed his wand at David Goodman standing behind the professors and snapped.
But David Goodman didn't respond.
He froze in place, staring at Barty Crouch in front of him.
Like a puppet.
Only then did Fudge feel that something was wrong.
Professor McGonagall stood up,
"Fudge, Professor Dumbledore... what's going on? Didn't you let us start the game?"
"I……"
Fudge stared at David Goodman trembling all over, "How could we issue such an order..."
"Obviously let you postpone the competition..."
"This..." The surrounding professors looked at each other in blank dismay.
"Mr. Connelly, who caused all this... Let's talk about this later..."
"The more important thing now is... where did the warriors go, we must find them first...they may be in a very dangerous situation now..."
"Dumbledore...you must take responsibility for this, after all, you are the one who made this competition possible and invited us here..."
Qiao Guohua next to him stopped the furious Fudge, looked back at Dumbledore and said coldly.
"Severus... Veritaserum!"
Dumbledore called Snape directly.
However, this made Fudge hesitate again.
"I can't... Albus!"
"David Goodman...I still know, if I tell him...he..."
But before he finished speaking, Dumbledore suddenly swung his wand, and a red light hit David Goodman instantly.
"Dumbledore!"
Before the fright in Fudge's heart passed.
The expression on David Goodman's originally stiff face suddenly became ghostly,
His eyebrows, nose, and mouth were crooked, and he twitched.
He couldn't help imitating the croaking of a frog, like a poor duck, bent down and walked back and forth on the spot, his legs were constantly moving, making his body sway back and forth.
It looks ridiculous,
But the people present felt cold in their hearts.
"Imperius Curse! Who is it..." Fudge shouted angrily.
At this time, everyone turned their eyes to a certain person in front, and provided Fudge with an answer.
Obviously Barty Crouch was extremely eager to start the game before,
And it was he who single-handedly started the game before,
These suspicious fishy smells immediately made everyone present suspicious.
"Bagman? It's you... No, it's impossible!?"
Even though Fudge was Barty Crutch's old rival, he couldn't believe this possibility in his heart.
In fact, as long as you think about it, you will know that this logic is very established.
Because among the people present... only Barty Crouch has this status and ability, and the competition of the top ten competition... started early without the arrival of the referee and Dumbledore.
However, Barty Crouch's past experience, the kind of person who sacrificed his son...and maintained his incompatibility with the dark magic, really made Cornelius Fuguitar unbelievable...such a person would take refuge in the Dark Lord.
"Barty!"
"How could it be Batty..."
"But it's obviously him...it's really suspicious that he excludes other people's opinions and convinces everyone...to insist on starting the game."
Even though the facts are in front of everyone, everyone on this floating island still cannot fully believe it.
"This is not Barty Crouch," said Dumbledore calmly. "The real Barty Crouch... how could he voluntarily stay at Hogwarts to hold the competition."
"That's right, that's right... If it's really Barty Crouch, he will definitely not let go of the opportunity of the Ministry of Magic's power change. Even if he didn't keep up with that action yesterday, he would directly leave this competition today and return directly to the Ministry of Magic to compete with Scrimgeour for the throne of the Ministry of Magic..."
"How could he stay here!"
Fudge also reacted at this time, he raised his wand, and directly interrogated 'Crouch' in the stands,
"Say... who are you? Where did you get the warriors..."
Before Fudge finished speaking, 'Crouch' raised his head, stared at everyone coldly, from low to high... let out a burst of cold and wild laughter.
After the laughter gradually stopped, he took a deep breath, raised his wand to the crowd, and then said slowly,
"Who are you asking me?"
"...I am the most loyal and proud servant of the Dark Lord..."
"It's the nightmare of you incompetent people, the bell ringer of the Muggle doom..."
"Fractured!"
An extremely violent magic power suddenly erupted from Dumbledore's wand,
boom!It hit 'Barty Crouch' who was standing still and talking nonsense.
The sound of ripping leather kept ringing in the suspended stands.
The face of 'Barty Crouch' suddenly changed, and the old skin began to become smooth; the meticulous, as if holding a ruler to keep the mustache on both sides of the same length... fell to the ground at once; the hair, which was fixed like a wire with pomade, began to grow indiscriminately, with split ends everywhere, and it looked like it hadn't been taken care of for a long time.
Gray hair, gradually turning pale yellow.
'Barty Crouch' seemed straight back to youthful, slovenly.
Fudge was stunned for a moment, and after a few breaths, he realized that the guy who was panting in place... who the hell is it!
"Barty Crouch Jr.!"
The other people present couldn't believe it either, and they broke out into even louder discussions.
"how is this possible!"
"Isn't this guy already dead?"
"indeed……"
"Hahaha--"
"It's late, idiots..."
"Dumbledore, you are nothing more than that! Compared with my master... you are far behind!"
At such a time, Barty Crouch actually let out a sharp and cold laugh. He trembled, raised his head, and scanned the crowd.
He looked as if he was using all his strength to straighten his body.
Then, the sound of tearing leather became even louder... Everyone could clearly hear it, and it came from Barty Crouch Jr.
"Back off!"
Dumbledore growled very seriously at the people around him.
Egilbert Fonnert next to him seemed to have seen some clues, and he also hurriedly shouted:
"Watch out for him!"
- stab it!
With the sudden explosion of the voice, Barty Crouch Jr. split apart!
The rancid smell rushed over.
(End of this chapter)
