Homecoming from Hogwarts

Chapter 857 Failed Rescue

Barty Crouch Sr. is dead.

This man once served as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Department of International Magical Cooperation of the Ministry of Magic, and may even become the Minister of Magic.

He was lying on the wet and cold ground. The wound on his neck was no longer bleeding. His blood had dried up. There was still a trace of light in his eyes, guilt and regret, but they soon disappeared. His life, his A half-ruined life completely disappeared from this world.

Even Voldemort's Death Eaters could not remain unmoved by the departure of such a man from this world. They stood around, watching Barty Crouch who was no longer twitching, and their silence seemed to be a moment of silence.

boom! Barty Crouch Jr. also fell to the ground.

The madness in his eyes receded, but the hatred did not disappear, but became even stronger.

"Despicable man, how dare you, phew."

Little Barty gasped hard,

"How dare you die like this? You don't deserve to die so happily. You. I will kill you for thirteen years. You are the tyrant, phew."

But in an instant, Little Barty's crazy energy appeared again, and he scolded,

How cruel!

"He only deserves this end!"

"Eat him!"

Little Barty Crouch suddenly got up from the ground and crawled under Voldemort. He knew that he had made a mistake again, and he was extremely frightened.
"Owner."

"Nagini!"

Harry seemed to have regained his emotions, his heart overflowing with sadness.

Harry thought this sincerely, and then he heard a burst of extremely suppressed sobs. It was Winky!
It covered its ears and its thin body tensed up. It neither dared to listen nor look at what was happening behind it, even though it knew everything.

Little Barty kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Nagini spat out the message, and the snake's body curled up. It twisted around and wrapped its ferocious mouth around Old Barty Crouch's head, neck and upper body. Click, click - that was the sound of ribs being crushed.

Voldemort seemed to have vented his anger enough. He was no longer torturing his loyal followers. He just looked indifferently at little Barty who had his face crushed into the dirt again. He had no idea that the Death Eater had just endured thirteen deaths for him. Years of imprisonment took care of him meticulously, and dedicated an arm to his resurrection.
"I set up the stage for you and invited the audience for you, but how did you repay my poor performance?"

Voldemort gave a sharp shout, and Nagini, who was ready to attack, immediately jumped over. It swam around Crouch and his son, and then stopped in front of little Barty. Harry was sure that he was coming from that path. The snake's vertical pupils showed cruelty and evil intentions.

Harry knew very well how much Winky loved his master. When he was in the school kitchen, he couldn't listen to them say a bad word about Old Barty Crouch, even if he was kicked out by Old Barty.

And now, Barty Crouch Sr. committed suicide in front of it, and the little master not only did not feel any remorse, but felt regretful for not being able to kill his father lightly, and his little master is still being tortured. The humble house elf couldn't do anything.

It was self-evident what Nagini was going to do. A trace of hesitation flashed across Little Barty's pale face, and this hesitation made Nagini's slit-like vertical pupils shrink, revealing a dangerous light in the snake pupils.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Voldemort threw down his wand without hesitation, and Barty Crouch Jr. immediately screamed and rolled back and forth at Voldemort's feet. Harry didn't understand, but he sympathized with him at all, and even felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart. Ruyi, allowing such people to survive in the world is the greatest insult to the word 'humanity'.

Not worth it!
Harry felt worthless for old Barty, and also felt worthless for Winky. He looked at Winky, and unexpectedly found that Winky was looking at him with eyes full of tears? !

"I'm so disappointed, Barty—"

In the moment of exchange of glances, Harry understood what Winky was planning to do. She wanted to save him and save him from under the eyes of the Dark Lord!

Warmth flowed through the cold heart in his chest, but after a brief hesitation, Harry glared at Winky.

"I can't bear to live, Winky!" Who died here tonight because of whom? Harry knew very well that he had to forgive for this!
But Harry's glare did not frighten Winky. It crawled on the ground with a face full of sadness and fear, and cautiously crawled towards Harry.

This is the last task given to Winky by the old Master Barty, and it must complete it. There is only one chance. Once the Dark Lord sees through the intention, there is no possibility of success.

It has to save Harry Potter! For the sake of the old master and the magical world, only the Boy Who Lived can defeat the Dark Lord. He is the Dark Lord's nemesis!

I'm afraid no one would have thought that perhaps at the darkest moment when the most dangerous dark wizard in history returns to the magical world, the one trying to save the dark future of the wizards would be a house elf who has been humbled in the dust.

There was even pleading in Harry's green eyes. He didn't want Winky to get close to him. He didn't want it to save him. Too many people had died because of him tonight. He didn't want to take advantage of another innocent elf. life.

Over there, Barty Jr. slowly got up from the ground, and Voldemort finally decided to spare Barty Crouch Jr.

He is back, with his ambition to conquer everything, including death, but his power is still very weak. Loyal believers like Barty Jr. are still very valuable and can play a lot of role models.

So, the highlight of tonight is about to begin.

Voldemort slowly turned around and looked in the direction of Harry Potter, but at this moment--
Boom!

An unexpected roar and vibration shocked everyone in the cemetery. Even Twinkle stopped because of this sudden change and subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

In the gloomy ghost world, a green torrent rose from the ground and shattered the dark clouds, letting the thin sunlight shine on the earth.

The vigorous breath of life diluted the breath of death that filled the cemetery. In the bright and pleasant brilliance, a gray altar rose from the ground and suspended in mid-air.

Voldemort's red vertical pupils suddenly shrank to the extreme, his face that was paler than a skull was filled with anger, and his slit-like nostrils were tightly closed.

The Death Eaters looked at the altar suspended in mid-air in astonishment. They were frightened by the majestic power of the sea, and also extremely confused. Confused about what happened.

"Oh another disobedience to Voldemort's orders?"

Voldemort said coldly.

Suddenly, the ancient aura emitted by the altar washed away like a blue tide. The ground and trees swept by its tassel were instantly glowing with unparalleled vitality. The withered grass seeds and scorched spruce trees showed new buds in the dust.

The Death Eaters were restless and restless. They all approached Voldemort in unison and the altar flashing with ancient runes was heart-stopping. If they came towards them, only the Dark Lord could protect them.

Under Voldemort's solemn gaze, the radiant altar suddenly transmitted several green light pillars to the earth, and the light pillars enveloped several people.
Gabrielle, Hermione, Ron, Karkaroff, and Harry!

In silence, the magic rope that little Barty restrained Harry dissolved. Like the dead people, Harry slowly floated from the ground, and at the same time, his figure gradually blurred!

At this moment, Voldemort's expression was not angry but furious!

"You can't learn the lesson and plan to do something small again, but you don't understand Voldemort's power!"

Voldemort roared, and he suddenly raised his wand. In a burst of dim light, his thin body lost its human form and turned into black mist. In the rolling black mist, there were only two erratic scarlet flashes.

Click!

As the black mist expanded, streaks of shrill thunder descended from the clouds that had turned dark again, and the billowing black mist surged towards the altar!

The magic power of death quickly eroded the green light, the air suddenly became thicker, and several figures that had gradually squeezed into the void were forced out again.

Roar!
A roar came from the black mist, and the fishy red light suddenly became strong. The black mist covering the entire cemetery formed a tornado and tightly wrapped around the altar that wanted to leave. Continuous thunder scattered the green light emitted by the altar. , and bombarded the altar continuously.

After rushing left and right for a long time, it seemed that he finally realized that he could not leave. The altar stopped struggling at all. The green light dissipated from its body, and it hit the ground with a bang, making no sound anymore!

(End of this chapter)