Chapter 405: Out of ugliness (modified, sincerely thank the leader Han Ye Piao 0)

"Mr. Crouch, please go here." Filch, wearing his old tuxedo, politely led Batty Crouch to a small conference room.

Crouch was depressed, pale, and his shriveled skin was covered with wrinkles. He walked side by side with another 40-year-old man from the Ministry of Magic, who was surrounded by strong, red-faced pride. Luo.

Through the castle window, they saw that by the lake, Allen was urging Harry to practice the bubble spell.

"Now, Mr. Montrose and I will secretly use your devotion to your first brother to see who he is the most precious. There is no danger in Hogwarts. You do n’t need these guards to follow. Fudge is really weak. In order to be able to bring more bodyguards, I simply stipulated that officials must be protected by Aurors. "Crouch waved impatiently to Albert.

Albert raised his hand to signal the other Aurors to stop, then turned to say to Crouch, "Good sir, but at least let me go with you."

Crouch stared at Albert for a long time, and Albert showed no weakness. Crouch snorted coldly and walked ahead.

"I'm afraid I can't get all the magic out of trying to get Allen's heart." Albert narrowed his eyes, skimming Crouch and Mr. Montrose, thinking quietly.

"Is this distance enough?" Crouch asked in a low voice.

"Enough is enough, it will be fine soon." The throat sounded like a torn throat.

Albert wrapped his arms around his chest and leaned against the tree beside him, watching them with a smile.

Montrose flicked his hair easily, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Allen.

Crouch casually glanced at the little wizards by the lake, and the masters who captured the mind shot against a little wizard who had not yet graduated. There would be no problem at all.

Allen by the lake looked at Crouch in their direction without trace. It happened that when he picked up his wand, the mood swings toward the target before the spell was detected by Allen ’s recent "Driving" to keep casting training. , Montrose's self-concealed action has long been known to Allen.

"Hey, I can't think of this Alan Harris in addition to the three little witches shown in the investigation results. There are such rich encounters. The emotional life is rich enough." Montrose said, his eyes widened and his face flushed with excitement.

Montrose rubbed his eyes hard, leaning forward involuntarily, as if he could get closer to the world he had explored.

"What's wrong?" Crouch asked casually.

Montrose didn't pay attention to Crouch at all. In his thinking, he seemed to have come to a hotel with 237 written on the door. He pushed the door open. It looks neat and tidy, and there is nothing unusual.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed open the bathroom door. Behind a transparent white gauze curtain, a young and beautiful fruit girl sat quietly in the bathroom.

Montrose was dumbfounded, with blond hair and light gray eyes, which happened to be his favorite type.

If the girl didn't speak, she stood up and walked slowly to Montrose. Montrose completely forgot everything and couldn't hold back. She kissed the fruit girl, her lips and teeth met, and the kiss was warm and forgetful.

Suddenly, Montrose stopped and his eyes were horrified. He found from the mirror in the bathroom that the fruit girl in his arms had turned into an old rotten body.

Montrose panicked, pushed away the rotting body, opened his hands, and shook his head as he backed away.

Guo Guo laughed and rushed to Montrose.

"Don't come," Montrose screamed in horror for help, "Go away, don't come over ..."

Montrose shivered his legs and stumbled on the lawn. His wand was already thrown aside, and his hands were waving wildly in the air.

A yellow liquid ran down his trousers.

Crouch frowned and waved his wand, trying to wake Montrose awake, but to no avail.

Crouch looked sharply at Allen by the lake and shouted, "Allen Harris, stop now!"

The air on the lawn seemed to be stagnant, and everyone looked at Crouch suddenly.

Allen approached Crouch innocently. "Mr. Crouch, what advice do you have?"

Little wizards on the lawn and by the lake also surrounded them.

"Alan Harris, we are not malicious. The use of dementia for you is just to confirm who you miss the most so that you can use her as a hostage. Please also remove the magic from him." Mr. Crouch was anxious. Below, did not notice that he even revealed the secret of the game.

The little wizards around looked at Crouch and Allen excitedly, and they seemed to know what they should not know.

Crouch noticed that he had made a mistake and his expression was even more gloomy. This young Allen Harris had such outstanding strength. In time, I am afraid that it will be the pillar of the Harris family.

Thinking of his incompetent son, the tyrannical emotions continued to spread in his heart. "Harris, aren't your counterattacks so intense, are you afraid of hurting your classmates?"

"I'm sure that there are no masters of distractions among my classmates." Alan replied aloud.

"The master of closed brain surgery can make the telepathic person not detect that he detected false news. The master telepathic person you brought did not expect me as a student to have such a high degree of closed brain brain, Therefore, he is completely unprepared. "Alan raised his eyebrows pretending to be complacent." Not to mention that I also joined the illusion magic, it is normal for him to suffer. "

"What about the game? You can't choose a hostage if you do this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is a difficult problem. We have to go back and discuss with others how the event will take place. Now, bother you to get Mr. Montrose back to normal "" Crouch lowered his voice and lowered his posture.

All eyes were on, Allen did not embarrass Mr. Crouch, and he lifted the magic of Montrose without a trace of resistance.

Montrose stood in the same place, his eyes were confused, and gradually recovered his clarity, blushing, and quickly escaped the lawn in shame, and didn't even have time to speak to Mr. Crouch.

"Thank you." Mr. Crouch thanked stiffly, suppressing his dissatisfaction in his voice.

Without waiting for Allen to reply, Crouch glared at Albert, who was laughing next to him, and beckoned him to leave and quickly leave the lawn.

In Hogwarts, the news always circulates very quickly, and it is no longer a secret to choose the person whom the Warriors miss the most as the hostage.

As for whether to take the direct question of the Warriors, the referees kept arguing, not knowing who passed it, and the content of the dispute quickly spread to Hogwarts.

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