Chapter 844 The Most Loyal Servant
The second round of qualifiers for the Quidditch World Cup has officially begun in each major region, and the final qualifying teams will qualify for the semi-finals to be held in France early next month.
The Quidditch hooligans in the UK have finally quieted down, not only because there are no British team games recently, but also because the execution day of Peter Pettigrew is approaching.
On the morning of March 7,
The woman finally walked out of the Black Forest of Albania and arrived in Britain, 2,000 kilometers away.
She seemed to be very afraid of the sunlight. She was wearing a tattered black cloak and holding a baby in her arms.
She walked aimlessly until a deep, hoarse voice sounded.
"First, go find my most loyal servant... Jorkins..."
This woman who looked like a walking corpse turned out to be Bertha Jorkins who was traveling to Albania.
But now she has become completely different. She is so thin that she is just skin and bones, and even exudes a terrible aura of black magic.
No, the breath came from the source of the sound, the baby in the cradle.
Jorkins stiffly took out his wand, cast Apparition and appeared in front of an ancient mansion.
She walked straight towards the closed door, and a female house-elf suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Please stay. This is the Crouch residence. Winky can't let strangers get close."
Jorkins did not pause at all, and the elf named Winky had no choice but to open his arms and block the door.
"Please stop immediately. Mr. Crouch will be back soon."
"Kill it..."
Jorkins slowly raised his wand and pointed it at Twinkle in front of him.
The red spell shattered the door, but the shining figure disappeared.
"Oh...don't worry about it for now..."
Jorkins entered the mansion carrying the swaddled baby.
She climbed the stairs and came to a room, her lifeless eyes fixed on an empty chair.
"You are still alive... my most loyal servant..."
Jorkins walked over to the chair and leaned over to hold the swaddled child toward it.
A pale little hand stretched out from the swaddling clothes and lifted it up as if grabbing something.
There was a man sitting on the chair.
He was extremely pale, had blond hair, and his eyes were as dull as Jorkins's.
"Wake up... my most loyal servant..."
The pale little hand was gently placed on his forehead, as if to release the magic that bound him.
The horrible aura flashed by, and the man's eyes slowly regained their spirit, focusing on the baby in the cradle in front of him.
"My Lord..." He knelt on the ground with a pious look on his face, "I knew you would come back, you would definitely come back."
"Huh..." The baby sneered and lifted the swaddling clothes covering himself, revealing an even paler and uglier face.
The man quickly lowered his head, "Master, my loyalty is entirely to you, to the everlasting Dark Lord, to my only master, Voldemort."
There were only a handful of Death Eaters who could address Voldemort by his name, and now they were either dead or imprisoned in Azkaban forever, without exception.
And this man named Barty was none other than Barty Crouch Jr., who was sent to Azkaban by his biological father and had died many years ago.
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In the dirty and dilapidated alleys,
Winky, the Crouch family's house-elf, was stumbling towards a red telephone box.
Although it performed Apparition in time, Jorkins' magic still hit its shoulder.
Under the influence of a powerful stun spell, Winky opened the door of the phone booth breathlessly, picked up the receiver with difficulty and pressed the number "".
A cold female voice came from the air: "Welcome to the British Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and what you are here for."
Shanshan collapsed to the ground helplessly, and before losing consciousness, he shouted with all his strength:
"Mr. Crouch, Winky wants to see Mr. Crouch, Winky wants to tell him...tell him..."
After a moment of silence, the cold female voice in the air sounded again: "Mr. Crouch? Is this Director Barty Crouch of the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department?"
The unconscious Shanshan couldn't answer her questions.
"Hello? Are you still there?"
Ministry of Magic,
A receptionist put down her wand with a puzzled look on her face.
Something definitely happened at the phone booth, but she didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.
She reported to her superior according to the rules and regulations, and then continued to sit at the counter.
More than half an hour later, after a series of tedious and inefficient communications, the news finally reached Percy at the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department on the 5th floor.
As old Batty's personal assistant, Percy naturally put down the documents he was sorting and hurried to his office.
"Director, there's a house-elf named Winky outside looking for you. It seems like it has something important to tell you."
Old Batty frowned. "I hired it to clean my house. Where is it now?"
"When our colleagues in the department went up, they found it had fainted. It should still be outside."
"I see." Old Barty stood up with an unnatural expression. "Weatherby, I'm going to be out for a while. Just leave the organized Triwizard Tournament materials on my desk."
"Okay, Director." Percy looked at the figure anxiously leaving the office with a little surprise.
It was the first time that he saw his boss, who was always strict and ruthless in his work, behaving so unstable.
He doesn't look like someone who would care about house-elves. Could it be that his house was robbed?
Percy shook his head fiercely and stopped making groundless guesses.
Being overly concerned about the leader's private affairs is a big taboo in the workplace, and spreading the leader's private affairs everywhere is also a big taboo in the workplace.
If I had this much time, I would be better off organizing the information for the Top Three Tournament as soon as possible, try to finish it before the leader comes back, and demonstrate my excellent work ability.
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Outside Crouch House,
Old Batty, who had arrived using Apparition, had learned from Winky that a mysterious woman had broken into the house.
He looked at the broken door, a glimmer of hope in his calm eyes.
Although it was unlikely that she was a robber, he still hoped that the woman was a robber.
He held the wand tightly in his hand and slowly walked into the house.
"Father!" a voice sounded from behind.
Old Barty turned around quickly, but the wand in his hand was knocked away by the disarming spell.
Little Barty, who was hiding in the corner, came to him tremblingly, "Father, when you cast the Imperius Curse on me every day, did you ever think that I would wake up one day?"
Old Batty looked quietly into his son's angry eyes and said, "Don't make the wrong choice again. I won't protect you a second time."
"Mistake? Huh..." Little Barty sneered, "Father, you don't believe my explanation at all. You forced me into this!"
As he laughed, his expression gradually became ferocious, "Also, it was my mother who protected me. You never loved me. If it weren't for my mother's serious illness that had no cure, you would never have agreed to her request!"
The last bit of hope in old Batty's eyes completely disappeared.
Little Batty has regained his freedom, but as a father he can no longer stop his crazy son.
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