Hogwarts Blood Wizard

Ivan gripped the wand tightly, and if he was spotted he would do it immediately!

The sound of turning the door lock has stopped, the next moment, the door of the office was pushed open, and it was Barty Crouch who walked in!

The room was very quiet, the needle drop could be heard, and only the slight sound of closing the door echoed.

In the distance, the roaring fireplace continuously transmits heat, dispelling the December cold.

Ivan, who was in a state of invisibility, turned his head slightly to stare at Crouch, who had closed the door and walked in. Compared to the previous meeting, he was in a worse state. His eye sockets were deeply sunken and his expression was depressed. Can't sleep well.

Seeing this, Ivan turned his gaze and scanned Crouch's body for a while, trying to find the kettle containing the compound soup, but he found nothing.

After hesitating, Barty Crouch had already stepped forward towards this side, apparently planning to sit down and rest.

Ivan held his breath and took a few steps back cautiously so as not to directly collide with Crouch. He secretly rejoiced that this room was carpeted, otherwise Crouch would be able to hear him clearly. Footsteps.

Even so, when Barty Crouch walked by, Ivan was still extremely nervous, for fear that the other party would see through his disguise, or find something wrong in some details.

Although they sorted out the things that had been moved before, because the time was too urgent, there was no time to restore them 100%.

In addition, the conspicuous depressions of the blankets on the ground may also expose their location.

But everything Ivan worried about did not happen, Crouch seemed a little absent-minded, and had no intention of observing these details at all. He leaned back on the chair, and his tight expression slowly relaxed.

The solemn, rigid face is no longer calm, full of pain, annoyance, and decadence.

For twenty minutes, Crouch remained motionless, slumped in his chair, staring straight at the Daily Prophet.

Ivan stared at Crouch's every move. He tried to analyze the other party's state of mind from Crouch's expression and actions, and finally vaguely thought of a possibility, but was not sure.

At this moment, a group of blue flames burst out of the fireplace, and Ivan hurriedly turned his head to look over. A gray-white owl was flying out of the flames.

Crouch, who saw the same scene, looked excited. He stood up abruptly from his position, took off the letter tied at the feet of the owl, and looked at it with trembling.

After reading the content of the letter, Crouch's face changed for a while, and his excitement gradually disappeared, and his depression was a little scary, like a volcano about to erupt!

After a long silence, Crouch grasped the knuckles of the letter harder and harder, and finally the expression on his face became hideous. He stomped down on the mahogany table in front of him and shouted angrily.

"waste!"

Accompanied by a muffled noise, the documents and newspapers on the table were scattered on the ground, and the ink bottle originally placed on the corner of the table rolled all the way to the ground.

What a waste of work!Ivan rolled his eyes. They hadn't bothered to organize it before they knew it would.

But now is not the time to think about it, Ivan is even more curious about what was written in the letter that made Crouch so angry.

He stretched his neck diligently to read the content of the letter, but Crouch was some distance away, and unless he was willing to risk walking to Crouch, he could see nothing.

After some venting, Barty Crouch slowly calmed down. He waved his wand to restore the overturned table and the documents scattered on the floor, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, and walked towards the fireplace.

Ivan frowned, seeing that Barty Crouch was about to leave here, and hesitated to do it now.

That letter may be very important evidence. If Crouch is allowed to leave, there will be no such good opportunity next time.

While Ivan was still hesitating, a crimson beam flew across the air, and Moody's voice rang in the office simultaneously.

"Expelliarmus~ (except your weapon)!"

Crouch didn't expect to encounter an ambush in his office. He was hit by the curse in an instant, and his body seemed to be hit by a bull. He flew up into the air and fell heavily on the wall behind him with his magic wand in his hand. Also got out, whirled and flew to one side.

A hand stretched out out of thin air and took the magic wand.

At the same time, the phantom spell blessed on Moody's body also lost its effect, and his figure quickly appeared in this office.

Barty Crouch has experienced the Wizarding War. Even when he is old, he does not react slowly. He takes a heavy blow from the front and his body rolls several times and quickly stands up.

The fireplace in front is already near Chichi, as long as he throws the Floo powder in his hand, he can escape from here smoothly...

A few thoughts flashed through Barty Crouch's mind, but it was a pity that they were interrupted before they could implement it-because a sharp object was pressing against his neck.

Then, a slightly naive voice rang in his ears.

"Leave me away from the fireplace, Mr. Crouch, and throw away the Floo fans. It's better not to let me see you doing little tricks in private..."

Barty Crouch ignored the voice, let alone intending to do so, his gaze turned to the other side of the office.

"Alastor!" Barty Crouch looked at Moody's word by word, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

But he knew more about what Moody's presence here meant, and his anger immediately filled his heart.

"It seems that you are finally crazy, Alastor! You broke into my office without consent, investigated my personal belongings, and attacked me with someone..."

Batty Crouch spoke harshly, but before he could finish speaking, a beam of light struck him, flew past his head, hit the window, and shattered the thick glass.

"Shut up, listen to him, do it, and immediately throw away the Floo fans! Don't let us say it again! You should know how I will deal with a prisoner!" Moody roared loudly, the tip of the wand faintly flashing The crimson red light may be emitted at any time.

Barty Crouch stared at Moody, seeming to be measuring whether the opponent has the courage to do it.

But talking about courage with a neurotic madman is tantamount to asking for trouble. Barty Crouch can’t measure whether Moody’s madness is thorough enough, so he is still softened. He loosens his tight left hand. In this way, the mass of powder slowly slipped from his palm.