Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

The salty, cold sea water poured fiercely on his face.

Barty Crouch Jr. woke up suddenly, panting heavily.

That horrible feeling disappeared temporarily, as if having a long nightmare.

He feels his body is back under his control again-in the past ten years, this has happened only a handful of times.

It was obvious that the Imperius Curse that the old man had imposed on him was temporarily invalid.

However, before he could savour the long-lost taste of "waking up", a certain strong and dangerous aura made him feel stagnant.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the dazzling white light pierced his eyes for a while. The familiar living room sofa and old walls were gone, replaced by cold metal tables and gray metal walls. Batty was very sure. There is absolutely no such place in my own home.

Immediately afterwards, the biting cold made him shiver, and he was horrified to find that he had been stripped off at some point.

Barty Crouch Jr. looked around uneasily. There was no one but a dripping pipe.

"Sparkling?! Sparkling—"

Only his own voice echoed in the empty room, which added to his inner anxiety.

As usual, the house elf who served the Crouch's family would have appeared before him in fear.

but now……

"It's a pity that your house elf is not here."

A certain voice rang in the room, and Barty Crouch Jr. turned his head abruptly, only to see something embedded in the upper corner of the room.

It looked like a black square honeycomb, and the sound seemed to come from there.

"Who?! Where is this place?! What do you want to do?!"

"Hey, it seems you haven't figured out your situation yet, Mr. Crouch—"

The voice didn't answer, he chuckled lightly, and sounded unhurriedly.

"Are you still looking forward to your father's rescue? It's a pity that Barty Crouch is so exhausted now that he doesn't have time to take care of you. Moreover, compared to the Ministry of Magic, maybe he is looking forward to seeing you now. The corpse, not a living person, appeared in front of him."

"As for why you are here and who we are..."

The voice paused, and Barty Crouch Jr. felt as if there were eyes ahead of him looking at him.

However, when he raised his head and looked forward, he only saw a cold wall and a huge mirror.

And in the center of the mirror, a green and shining black demon mark quietly emerged.

As Barty Crouch Jr. gradually opened his eyes, the voice gradually became somber and cruel, it seemed that he had changed his personal speech.

"The Lestranges are loyal. When Azkaban is captured, they will receive the reward they dream of-and you, a traitor who escaped by relying on the father of the Ministry of Magic, are their best way to get out of prison. Gift. But before that, you still have some special uses."

"After all, although you are a mean and dirty betrayer, you still know some secrets of Old Barty Crouch."

"Don't worry, you can fight and resist as much as you want. We still have a lot of time to slowly take out those..."

"Wait, wait?! My master, are you the master, the master?!"

Like a flash of lightning, that voice instantly overlapped with a vague voice in Barty Crouch Jr's mind.

He leaped forward with some madness and excitement, and tremblingly looked at the mirror that reflected his pale face and the mark of the black devil. Although he could not see any other figures, he knew that the supreme and omnipotent one The Dark Lord, his master must be able to see him.

"Master, listen to my explanation, Master. I have never betrayed you. I am looking forward to your news all the time..."

"Lying—I smell shame, smell the stench of lies!"

The voice interrupted coldly, and sneered.

"I'm very disappointed. I'm very disappointed. I thought you would scold those officials proudly like the Lestranges, instead of crying and begging for mercy like a dog wagging its tail...Of course. , You traitors, I know, you must believe that I can’t do it anymore, thinking that I’m done, expecting to slip back into my enemies, saying that you are innocent, unaware, and under the Imperius Curse..."

"No, no... Master, listen to me to explain, I never--"

Barty Crouch Jr. shivered all over. He seemed to want to step back, but he didn't dare to move.

"Never, don't, lie in front of the great Voldemort—"

The voice said calmly, and Barty Crouch Jr. felt as if his hairs were standing up, and some kind of uncertainty was covering him.

In the next second, a spell suddenly appeared from nowhere.

"Break out the bones!"

Barty Crouch Jr. curled up like a cooked prawn, twisting and screaming painfully on the ground. The severe pain took over everything, he didn't know where he was...The white-hot knife pierced every inch of his skin, and he wanted to get his bones out.

Then, it all stopped, and Barty Crouch Jr. struggled to get up, shaking uncontrollably.

"Please, master, please... forgive me! Please..."

"Get up, Batty, stand up," the voice said softly, indifferently and calmly.

"You beg me for forgiveness? No...I will not forgive. I will not forget. The long dark years...I want you to pay off these ten years of debt before forgiving you. The reason why you are still alive, But it’s because you didn’t sell your companions in exchange for freedom like other despicable traitors—of course, he was caught and executed soon—as for whether you are loyal or not, the great Voldemort will soon know... "

"Master, master--I will never betray you, that old fellow..."

Barty Crouch Jr. said anxiously, cursing old Barty Crouch, racking his brains to show loyalty.

It's just that the words behind him have not been passed on to the "master". Valley

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Behind the huge glass, dozens of researchers in white coats and black wizards stood there.

Unlike the mirror surface seen by Barty Crouch Jr., the double-sided mirror can easily observe everything that happens in the room, and the spell attack port based on the transformation of the Huberian magic weapon system can make the black wizard Overcome physical barriers and easily control the situation.

As the voice of "The Great Voldemort" gradually fell, the microphone synchronization was turned off.

All the words of Barty Crouch Jr. will be recorded by the recorder, organized into files and uploaded to the organization for safekeeping.

And now, the "Human Remodeling Project Team" is conducting periodic assessments and summary briefings, and discussing follow-up work preset plans.

"What is the feasibility of your magic? Mr. Sinjid."

Amonev frowned and turned to look at the wizard who was looking through the information.

"The ashes of the fathers, the flesh and blood of the subordinates, the blood of the enemy... These things plus the Horcrux embryos can be boiled in a pot to form an adult body? Although I know that the classical conservation principles are not so in the magical world. It's easy to use, but it's too weird, right?!"

"We have discussed this issue before. This is actually a combination of alchemy and potion, involving a compound magic that involves the separation of concepts—"

The wizard named Xinjid put down the information in his hand and explained in a calm tone.

If Barty Crouch Jr. was present, he would be surprised to find that this wizard had a somewhat similar voice to the voice of "Voldemort" just now.

"At least from the literature, alchemy records, and common sense of potions, these steps seem feasible."

"Not to mention that these are all confirmed by Miss Fool's predictions. As for whether it is feasible or not, anyway, now that all the experimental materials have been applied for, you will know if you try. By the way, one final statement is that the person here can toss, but the gold cup You'd better be careful, if that thing is broken, it may be difficult to apply for important materials of the same grade later-our project team will be directly blacklisted."

"Well, but, I always have a question, group leader..."

At this moment, a witch standing behind Hinged glanced at Little Crouch and couldn't help but ask.

"Compared with Horcrux and ashes, over time, the Death Eater will always realize that something is wrong. Once he starts to doubt Voldemort, he no longer thinks of himself as a believer in his heart. At that time, How are we going to deal with these'betrayers'?"

"Handle? No, no, no-we are not the murderous villains of Death Eaters..."

Xin Jide looked at his new assistant with a weird look, and said righteously, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Kassandra, if you wake up one day and find that your alarm clock is ten minutes late, what would you do?"

"Of course it was transferred back." Cassandra replied quickly.

"Well, that's right." Xinjid laughed happily.

"Now you know what the answer is—"

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The British Ministry of Magic, an extraordinary hall.

This is the main hall of the Wiesengama Court meeting, and it is also the place where the Wizarding Union was founded.

Due to the special significance it carries, this hall is almost never opened at ordinary times, and there are no documents and valuables.

Perhaps because of this, this place has also become the only room where the Ministry of Magic survived the catastrophe last night.

At this time, the layout of the previous joint assembly hall was restored here.

In each seat sat wizards from all over the world, Cornelius Fudge presided over the meeting, and Dumbledore sat on his side, each wizard held a shiny wand in his hand~www. wuxiaspot.com~ It’s just that some people have white dots, and some people have red in front of their wands.

Generally speaking, the white light spots occupy most of it, and it is almost a pure white fantasy star spot.

Under the central steps of the conference hall, Kingsley Shaker patiently counted the number of light spots floating in the air.

And beside him, there is also a tall blond witch who also counts the numbers.

"...60 votes in favor, 17 votes against, and 8 abstentions."

"My value is the same, 60 votes in favor, 17 votes against, and 8 abstentions."

The two said in tandem, looking at the heads of magic government and authority figures in the magic world right in front of them.

"Thank you so much--"

Cornelius Fudge nodded slightly, looked around, and said solemnly.

"Then, the proposal for the establishment of SHIELD will be officially implemented from today, and the functions and structure of the original *****.F. joint organization have also been incorporated into SHIELD as discussed before, to jointly maintain the global magical world. Peace and order."

"In the early days of its establishment, Albus Dumbury temporarily served as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., responsible for the initial selection of personnel for various positions."

"Now, let's start today's second item. At the same time, it is also the last item to discuss..."

Cornelius Fudge coughed slightly, looked at the thin parchment in his hand, and swallowed unnaturally.

"A beheading operation against Tom Riddle, the most dangerous Dark Lord ever."

"Or……"

"The Dark Lord's plan to exchange children!"

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