Chapter 421 Old Batty who gave up resistance
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Rui Chen 3499
"Ah?" Fudge was already immersed in the game, and even forgot what he had ordered before, so he replied in a daze.
"Where is he?" Old Batty asked in a low tone.
If it weren't for the fact that only wizards could enter the stadium, many people would regard this middle-aged man in a neat suit and meticulously dressed in front of him as the middle class of the Muggle world.
His face was tense and terribly gloomy, like a block of ice frozen in the deepest part of the refrigerator.
Not only is it pitch-black, but it also exudes an extremely cold aura.
His footsteps were heavy, and when the leather shoes stepped into the box, he could even hear the sound of "tapping and tapping".
Arthur stood up, walked to Little Barty, waved and said, "Mr. Crouch, I'm taking care of him. He's not in the right condition. It looks like someone has cast an Imperius Curse."
Hearing this sentence, Old Batty's lips moved, and something seemed to have dissipated in his gloomy eyes at this moment.
Little Barty's eyes were still dull, and at this moment his neck turned around stiffly, and he looked at him.
Perhaps it was because he felt that at this point in the matter, too many people had seen Barty Jr., so he could no longer hide it.
Old Batty's tense face also shrugged, as if he wanted to give up his defense.
"Thank you, Arthur." His voice was low and hoarse. "You don't have to excuse me. I cast the Imperius Curse. In order to control him, I used the Unforgivable Curse."
"The game has also started, and the rest of the work will be much easier. Even without my participation, I believe they should be able to handle it well."
Percy took a step forward and said in a bewildered manner, "Mr. Crouch..."
"Don't say anything! I recognize your work ability!" Old Batty shook his head and said.
Bulgaria's mascot Veela couldn't sit still as the England team widened the gap.
They made extremely sharp noises and turned into monsters with bird heads and human bodies. They kept waving their arms, trying to throw one fireball after another at the players, interfering with the game.
The Lake Fairy of the England team reacted immediately, and balls of water polo appeared, trying to intercept the fireball thrown by the Veela.
The reactions of the mascots on both sides were very similar to the reactions of Cornelius Fudge and Barty Crouch Sr. in the box at this time.
Fudge's face was flushed with anger, and he stood up and asked loudly, "Why did you do this! It's a flagrant violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic, thanks to the fact that you were once the Director of Magical Law Enforcement!"
"That's right!" Old Barty had no expression on his face, like a pool of stagnant water, "I used to be the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and I even sent my own children to Azkaban."
"So what? Do you get the appreciation you deserve for being upright? I'm just an unreasonable... No! I'm just an extremely cold-blooded father!"
"I sent my children to Azkaban, and I also sent my official career to the grave, so that a fool can be promoted and become the luckiest minister ever."
"You!" Fudge became even more angry, as if a piece of pork liver had been stuck on his stubby neck, and the veins in his temples were still throbbing.
"Crouch! You really have never been reconciled! You have been coveting my position! You even helped a prisoner escape from prison! What have you done, you lunatic!"
Facing Fudge's questioning, Old Batty's expression remained unchanged.
He yawned, loosened the tie around his neck, and even sat in Bagman's rightful seat.
There is a posture that you speak slowly and I listen more comfortably.
"Being a role model among the workers!" Kong Nuo said while eating melon seeds, "It looks like you have worked hard, and then you can see the reality."
"Professor Kong, how do you understand it so well? You are still so young." Sirius also stuffed a melon seed into his mouth, chewed it a few times before spitting out the shell.
Kong Nuo said with some emotion: "After working as a worker for a long time, I will naturally understand!"
"Obviously your job is very easy! You only have one class a week! Even if it's an extracurricular practice, it's hard work for the students!" Sirius said.
"No! No!" Kong Nuo waved his hand, "If you add and subtract... I should be much older than you..."
"Uh..." Sirius scratched his neck, "Professor Kong, what kind of potion is this? Why do I feel itchy all over my body and a little dizzy..."
"Do you usually eat peanuts?" Kong Nuo asked tentatively when he saw small red spots appearing on Sirius' face.
"No!" Sirius shook his head.
"Cashews, pistachios, hazelnuts, walnuts, do you want these?"
"At most, it was used when making potions. Usually, I don't eat such hard things."
"Oh... you are allergic to nuts, you better stop eating melon seeds, swallow the blood qi pill, and I will help you breathe."
While Kong Nuo and Sirius were eating melon seeds and watching the show, Fudge had already scolded Crouch, trying to blame Crouch for this matter.
Old Batty had indeed entered the swing mode, and he had no intention of resisting at all, silently nodding and taking everything down.
"Old Barty! How did you take away little Barty Kreacher!" Fudge shouted loudly.
"Not only did I lose my son, I lost my position as a minister, but I also lost my wife." Batty Sr. said blankly.
"At that time, my wife was not long alive, and she hoped that I could take the child home. This was her last request, and I couldn't refuse."
"So she brought Polyjuice Potion and came to Azkaban with me to visit Batty. Batty is too young to understand anything and has no experience at all."
"Even in Azkaban, he couldn't bear that environment more than others, and his body became extremely weak, just like my wife."
Fudge's eyes widened, "Polyjuice Potion...that is to say! Their identities have been swapped! You just brought little Barty out!"
"Yes!" Old Batty nodded, "Can we all be sent to Azkaban? Then the three of us can be buried together."
"Arthur! Percy! Did you all hear that?" Fudge looked around, with uncontrollable excitement in his tone, "He admitted it himself!"
"Hear it! This matter is the fault of old Batty and his family! He wants to enter Azkaban himself! I didn't force him!"
"Yes! Yes!" Old Batty nodded very cooperatively.
Neither Arthur nor Percy spoke now, they just looked at Fudge with a little more disdain.
Not only was there disdain in their eyes, but the eyes of the others besides Bagman, who was still explaining, also had the same look.
"Where is he?" Old Batty asked in a low tone.
If it weren't for the fact that only wizards could enter the stadium, many people would regard this middle-aged man in a neat suit and meticulously dressed in front of him as the middle class of the Muggle world.
His face was tense and terribly gloomy, like a block of ice frozen in the deepest part of the refrigerator.
Not only is it pitch-black, but it also exudes an extremely cold aura.
His footsteps were heavy, and when the leather shoes stepped into the box, he could even hear the sound of "tapping and tapping".
Arthur stood up, walked to Little Barty, waved and said, "Mr. Crouch, I'm taking care of him. He's not in the right condition. It looks like someone has cast an Imperius Curse."
Hearing this sentence, Old Batty's lips moved, and something seemed to have dissipated in his gloomy eyes at this moment.
Little Barty's eyes were still dull, and at this moment his neck turned around stiffly, and he looked at him.
Perhaps it was because he felt that at this point in the matter, too many people had seen Barty Jr., so he could no longer hide it.
Old Batty's tense face also shrugged, as if he wanted to give up his defense.
"Thank you, Arthur." His voice was low and hoarse. "You don't have to excuse me. I cast the Imperius Curse. In order to control him, I used the Unforgivable Curse."
"The game has also started, and the rest of the work will be much easier. Even without my participation, I believe they should be able to handle it well."
Percy took a step forward and said in a bewildered manner, "Mr. Crouch..."
"Don't say anything! I recognize your work ability!" Old Batty shook his head and said.
Bulgaria's mascot Veela couldn't sit still as the England team widened the gap.
They made extremely sharp noises and turned into monsters with bird heads and human bodies. They kept waving their arms, trying to throw one fireball after another at the players, interfering with the game.
The Lake Fairy of the England team reacted immediately, and balls of water polo appeared, trying to intercept the fireball thrown by the Veela.
The reactions of the mascots on both sides were very similar to the reactions of Cornelius Fudge and Barty Crouch Sr. in the box at this time.
Fudge's face was flushed with anger, and he stood up and asked loudly, "Why did you do this! It's a flagrant violation of the laws of the Ministry of Magic, thanks to the fact that you were once the Director of Magical Law Enforcement!"
"That's right!" Old Barty had no expression on his face, like a pool of stagnant water, "I used to be the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and I even sent my own children to Azkaban."
"So what? Do you get the appreciation you deserve for being upright? I'm just an unreasonable... No! I'm just an extremely cold-blooded father!"
"I sent my children to Azkaban, and I also sent my official career to the grave, so that a fool can be promoted and become the luckiest minister ever."
"You!" Fudge became even more angry, as if a piece of pork liver had been stuck on his stubby neck, and the veins in his temples were still throbbing.
"Crouch! You really have never been reconciled! You have been coveting my position! You even helped a prisoner escape from prison! What have you done, you lunatic!"
Facing Fudge's questioning, Old Batty's expression remained unchanged.
He yawned, loosened the tie around his neck, and even sat in Bagman's rightful seat.
There is a posture that you speak slowly and I listen more comfortably.
"Being a role model among the workers!" Kong Nuo said while eating melon seeds, "It looks like you have worked hard, and then you can see the reality."
"Professor Kong, how do you understand it so well? You are still so young." Sirius also stuffed a melon seed into his mouth, chewed it a few times before spitting out the shell.
Kong Nuo said with some emotion: "After working as a worker for a long time, I will naturally understand!"
"Obviously your job is very easy! You only have one class a week! Even if it's an extracurricular practice, it's hard work for the students!" Sirius said.
"No! No!" Kong Nuo waved his hand, "If you add and subtract... I should be much older than you..."
"Uh..." Sirius scratched his neck, "Professor Kong, what kind of potion is this? Why do I feel itchy all over my body and a little dizzy..."
"Do you usually eat peanuts?" Kong Nuo asked tentatively when he saw small red spots appearing on Sirius' face.
"No!" Sirius shook his head.
"Cashews, pistachios, hazelnuts, walnuts, do you want these?"
"At most, it was used when making potions. Usually, I don't eat such hard things."
"Oh... you are allergic to nuts, you better stop eating melon seeds, swallow the blood qi pill, and I will help you breathe."
While Kong Nuo and Sirius were eating melon seeds and watching the show, Fudge had already scolded Crouch, trying to blame Crouch for this matter.
Old Batty had indeed entered the swing mode, and he had no intention of resisting at all, silently nodding and taking everything down.
"Old Barty! How did you take away little Barty Kreacher!" Fudge shouted loudly.
"Not only did I lose my son, I lost my position as a minister, but I also lost my wife." Batty Sr. said blankly.
"At that time, my wife was not long alive, and she hoped that I could take the child home. This was her last request, and I couldn't refuse."
"So she brought Polyjuice Potion and came to Azkaban with me to visit Batty. Batty is too young to understand anything and has no experience at all."
"Even in Azkaban, he couldn't bear that environment more than others, and his body became extremely weak, just like my wife."
Fudge's eyes widened, "Polyjuice Potion...that is to say! Their identities have been swapped! You just brought little Barty out!"
"Yes!" Old Batty nodded, "Can we all be sent to Azkaban? Then the three of us can be buried together."
"Arthur! Percy! Did you all hear that?" Fudge looked around, with uncontrollable excitement in his tone, "He admitted it himself!"
"Hear it! This matter is the fault of old Batty and his family! He wants to enter Azkaban himself! I didn't force him!"
"Yes! Yes!" Old Batty nodded very cooperatively.
Neither Arthur nor Percy spoke now, they just looked at Fudge with a little more disdain.
Not only was there disdain in their eyes, but the eyes of the others besides Bagman, who was still explaining, also had the same look.
