From Azkaban To Hogwarts

"Really, it's tragic enough..."

The batters shook their heads and described what had just happened in a brisk tone.

Azkaban is a place destined to not be able to have joy. Just when a group of prisoners were laughing happily, Azkaban's authentic jailers could no longer control their hunger and began to enjoy this delicious meal. The buffet comes.

Even if the striker is still staring here, these guys haven't restrained their desires very much, and the prisoners who were swearing happily, were directly crushed by the accumulated fear when they just rushed over. .

"Fortunately, those guys are still sensible. If this kills the prisoner, it will be bad."

A bit of rosacea batter shook his head, "This place is not a good place, when the grayskins flew over, I was scared by them - I was afraid that the rise of those guys would even think of me as a food."

"After all these years, they're pretty safe, aren't they?"

Another batter said nonchalantly. The batter came here from time to time to send supplies and get some extra money. Compared to short-term unhappiness, the cannon he got from the prisoner's pocket was the source of happiness.

"A guy who eats wizards is absolutely ruthless when he attacks wizards," the rosacea hitter shook his head. "If a dog has eaten people, it's no different from a wolf."

"Okay, okay, that's what you guys who just came here are like," the other one didn't bother to argue, Garon was more convincing than anything else, and the chocolates calculated by nut can even be sold here occasionally. Long Lai, this is much stronger than words, "Check the defense, check the security work of each cell!"

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"Master, drink water."

The Crouch's house-elf, Winky, carefully picked up a glass of water and handed it to the groggy little Barty.

She was quite happy during this time - Mr. Barty, who reappeared in the public eye, gained the trust of the people again after handling the unexpected cases of the World Cup neatly, and Crouch, who regained his rights, was joined by Winky is very happy to be feeling better for her elf.

However, there is still some regret under such happiness, because Mr. Crouch has regained his power, so Barty's life has been difficult again, and he is strictly forbidden to go out to play - although it has not been a few times before.

The Imperius Curse was even more firmly applied. Old Barty even strengthened the spell once a month. If it wasn't released too much, it would kill him directly. He wished he could do it once a week.

"Anyway, the young master is still fine..."

As for the future, Twinkle didn't dare to hope or think about it, she just wanted to follow the master's orders and take good care of the little master.

"Master...you are!"

Gu Wei </span> Twinkle suddenly exclaimed, and the defensive measures of the gate were easily settled, as if it did not exist.

But in just an instant, Winky lost the ability to defend, and the protection in Crouch's house was directly breached, and Winky was thrown directly against the wall, losing the ability to resist.

"Stop it, you idiot, don't kill it, the Dark Lord said, sneak in and don't allow anything to do with that lucky kid!"

"Well...really...lucky boy, he is worthy of our own trip to save him."

Half-conscious and half-awake, Twinkle heard such a voice.

Later, she saw a masked wizard sprinkle a bottle of potion on her young master. Before she could worry, the young master who had been firmly controlled began to struggle desperately, and then his eyes became smarter.

"Cough...cough...you are..."

Barty Crouch Jr. coughed as he surveyed the intruders.

He wasn't worried at all about what was going to happen—whatever happened was better than being imprisoned there like a puppet.

As for causing trouble for your father? Sorry, he hadn't thought about such a thing ten years ago.

"Purger, have you heard of it?"

"Purger?"

Little Barty looked at the two strangers' wands from the corner of his eye while moving his hands and feet. At this distance, if he flew out, the probability of grabbing one wand and instantly casting a spell to kill the other was not small...

But, don't worry... He needs the other person to relax a little more, and by the way, he needs more time to try to control his body.

"I remember, you should be wizards from the American magic world, why..."

"That's right, aren't we just for—you want to...?"

"Drill the heart and gouge out the bone!"

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