Harry Potter’s Book of Sin

When Maca stepped on the shining flames and followed the crazy-eyed man into the principal's room quietly, all he could feel was a heavy tranquility.

Dumbledore was sitting behind the desk, white light reflected on the half-moon lenses, and pale blue eyes looming behind the glass.

At the desk, Barty Crouch was standing there with his head down, seeming to be remembering something, his back looked so depressed.

"Mr. Crouch... it's me, who personally sent your child away."

Maca's words were not loud, but when it suddenly sounded in this quiet headmaster's room, it suddenly sounded like a thunder on the ground, which suddenly exploded in Crouch's ears.

However, Maca did not wait for the scolding and scolding he imagined, even if he thought it would definitely make the old father feel better.

"thank you……"

What kind of complicated mood made an old father who just lost his child squeeze a "thank you" with his dry voice?

The answer came quickly, but it was a bit off guard.

"Thank you for doing what I have been unable to do, I don't blame you..."

Maca couldn't help but suddenly realized.

He could even imagine the contradiction and pain in his heart when the old father faced his children's behaviors time and time again, and even shut his father at home and almost starved to death.

Barty Crouch is not a saint who clings to the concept of good and evil. He also sacrificed all his family care for his career.

When Barty Crouch Jr.'s Death Eater identity was suddenly revealed, he, as the Director of the Law Enforcement Department, personally sentenced his son Barty Jr. to Azkaban.

But under the cry and pleading of his seriously ill wife, he still secretly exchanged the young Batty out of Azkaban, and the price paid was his wife's few lives.

He resorted to various methods, and he did not hesitate to use the Imperius Curse and the invisibility cloak to restrain Barty, so as to prevent his restless son from appearing in the public again and accidentally losing his hard-won second life. .

But even so, he still knew the character of his son better.

To be honest, his son is very smart-even smarter than himself!It's probably only a matter of time to escape quietly from one's own constraints.

However, can a father act on his own son?

No, others won't mention it, at least he can't do it at all, he has understood this from the beginning.

"I think you need to know one thing..." Maca nodded calmly, "When everything is over, your son Barty Crouch Jr. will act as a spy against Voldemort. Known by the masses."

"Although he himself may not be so willing...but I believe that he will have enough time to think and feel the beauty of being truly appreciated and admired by others."

"As Professor Dumbledore often said-for a wizard, death is never the end."

Even Maca is far from understanding the true meaning of this sentence, but in this world, I am afraid that no one is more qualified to say this sentence than him.

"I don't know, can he understand this truth..." Crouch sighed lightly, and there was a gleam in his bloodshot eyes.

"Well, there are some more things, I want you to take a look..." Maca said, looking back at Dumbledore, "Professor, I want to borrow your meditation basin."

Dumbledore was looking at Maca now, and when he heard the request, he nodded with a smile on his face.

Maca also nodded at Dumbledore, then turned and walked a few steps, gently pulling a black cabinet door open.

Suddenly, a gleaming silver light gradually spread, attracting the attention of everyone present.

In that black vertical cabinet, there is a delicate white stone platform.

Those silver lights are emitted from the things in the basin. They look like liquids, but the feeling of rising up slightly is like a kind of gas.

It is like a piece of bright mercury, continuously spinning and flowing, with layers of ripples, elegant and dreamy.

At this moment, Maca pulled out his wand from his cuff and slowly pulled it out against his temple. A bunch of the same silvery white floc was gently torn out along with the tip of his wand.

The magic of extracting memories has no spells, it can be regarded as a by-product of practicing soul magic.

Generally speaking, any wizard who has mastered both "Occlumency" and "Contemplation" can do this with some small tricks of Transfiguration after some research.

After putting the flocculent silver wire into the penis basin, Maca stirred it with a magic wand, and the silver flowing in the basin immediately spun faster.

"Mr. Crouch, please see—"

He stepped aside, gave up the position in front of the pendulous basin, and gestured with his hand.

Crouch stepped forward and looked down.

The silver object became transparent and looked like glass.He leaned forward and looked closely, but he did not see the bottom of the stone basin.

"That is--"

Crouch seemed to see something, he whispered in a low voice, but before the voice fell, he found that he was already in a forest...

"Mr. McLean?"

The first thing he saw was a frowning Maca, walking towards him.

But when he wanted to come forward and inquire, he found that Maca seemed to have not seen him, walked straight towards him, and passed through him when he panicked back.

"Damn... McLean, you are finally here!"

Accompanied by the rattling of teeth, a round but dry male voice came from behind Crouch.

Crouch turned his head and immediately recognized the man who was sitting next to the trunk, shivering constantly.

Although he is different from the glamorous and elegant gentleman in the past, he will never admit his mistakes. He is obviously the "great writer" still beloved by women and children in the wizarding world, Guidro Lockhart. .

At Lockhart's feet, Barty Crouch Jr., who was stiff, seemed to be in a deep coma.

"Is this... in McLean's memory?"

It is not difficult for normal people to analyze this conclusion from the previous actions of Maca.

"Don't complain, I know you don't feel good about getting cold and starving here... But I'm not much better than you!" Maca waved his hand impatiently, and looked at the little Batty lying on the ground .

At this time, Maca had just passed that frightening night. To tell the truth, he was able to leave Luna's ward and run into the forbidden forest to finish the matter, which is actually pretty good.

"How is it, has he woken up?" Maca asked.

"No, I have been giving him a coma spell, otherwise I might not be able to control him completely." Lockhart rubbed his arms and trembled all over.

"Fortunately, you finally know that you can't make a fire here to keep warm..."

Maca said, knelt down and stretched out his wand, and nodded at Little Batty.

The next moment, Batty, who was still in a coma, immediately woke up, squinted his eyes and looked at the surrounding situation vigilantly.

"Barty Crouch Jr., can you figure out what happened?"

Under Maca's seemingly impatient questioning, Barty's eyes widened immediately, and he struggled with great irritation. He touched his waist but did not find his wand.

"Don't resist, you won't have a chance."

Maca just shook his wand in front of his eyes, and he immediately calmed down-no way, he was frightened by Maca's soul magic at the beginning, that kind of deep-rooted fear has been pierced in the weight of his soul root.

For black magic admirers like Barty, it is usually the people who respect the black magic the most.

"You have betrayed your master! You have betrayed the Dark Lord!" Although Little Batty no longer dared to struggle any more, he still shouted with a sullen expression.

But Maca shook his head.

"Me? Betrayed Voldemort?" He chuckled lightly. "I was never his subordinate. Even in his presence, I said the same..."

With that said, Maca thought for a while, and then continued: "I can give you a chance, a chance to atone for yourself and your father-as long as you prove to the public that Voldemort has returned in full, Then you don't have to die, how about?"

"Proof? Huh... Would you believe what I said? Ridiculous!" Little Batty sneered contemptuously, turning his head aside.

"Me?" Maca shook his head, "No, no, it's not me, but the entire magic world! You understand?"

"Tell you! Impossible!" Little Batty shouted loudly, "I will never betray my master! The Dark Lord is so magical!"

Maca's eyes twitched, and he raised his wand, but after a pause, he let it go again.

"Even if you don't think about yourself, don't you really think about your father?" He said coldly, "Even if it was the mother who died in Azkaban for you?"

"Father...hahaha! Do you want me to think about the father who only sees the Minister of Magic as the minister? You want me to think about the ignorant mother who will only let me learn from the stupid father? Hahahaha... Ahem..."

Little Batty smiled madly, waving his arms like a madman, and the laughter was full of sneers at Maca's persuasive words.

On the side, the old Barty Crouch was full of pain and remorse—isn’t he the one who educated such an unrepentant son?

"Cough cough cough..."

He seemed to be choked with saliva, and he coughed so much that people couldn't help but worry about whether he would cough up his lungs.