Hogwarts Blood Wizard

He is my son Batty Jr. This photo was taken last year, but I think it will not change much now. "Crouch said with emotion.

"Thanks, Mr. Crouch, the information you provided should be very helpful." After a few glances, Ivan put the photo away.

"No, it's me who caused you trouble!" Crouch shook his head, said with a wry smile, then looked at Ivan, hesitated for a while, and asked again.

"Hals, take the liberty to ask, why are you so obsessed with finding my son Batty Jr.?"

Crouch was very puzzled about this.

Naturally, he didn't want to excuse Batty. On the contrary, he hoped that his son could be caught as soon as possible, so as to make up for the mistakes he had committed before.

But Crouch believes that such matters should be left to the principal and faculty members. Shouldn't children as old as Ivan focus on studying and living?

What's more, Ivan is still a Hogwarts Warrior and just won the second game. It stands to reason that it is the time to celebrate with his friends.

"Mr. Crouch, Harry is my best friend, now he is in danger, of course I can't let it go..." Ivan explained.

There is another important reason Ivan did not say, that is, Barty Crouch Jr. is planning to send Harry to Voldemort, so that the Dark Lord can be reborn.

In order to stay for a few more years, Ivan felt that it would be better to disturb Voldemort's resurrection plan. This is the reason why he is so concerned.

Is it for friends and a sense of justice in your heart? Crouch looked at Ivan with a complex expression. He had similar ideas once before...

Crouch patted Ivan on the shoulder with emotion, and after a few words of encouragement, he turned and left.

With new clues, Ivan stopped chatting with Crouchdo, and walked all the way downstairs to the auditorium.

Entering the hall, Ivan found that he was a little late. The long table of the four colleges was already full of people. Fortunately, Harry, Ron, and Hermione left a space for himself, and Ivan hurried over and took a seat. Come down.

"Ivan, where did you go? George and the others held a celebration in the lounge in the afternoon, but they never waited for you." Harry asked curiously.

"I found an empty classroom to practice magic... You know, I don't always like to attend celebrations. I might as well read two more books at that time." Ivan said vaguely, using a magic wand. Clicking on the empty plate in front of him, a delicious steak appeared in front of him.

"You should have told me in advance. I knew I wouldn't go." Harry sighed, thinking of the "enthusiastic" Gryffindors in the afternoon, he wanted to find a place to sew down.

Because of Ivan's absence, most of the little lions have transferred firepower to him, and they kept asking him to repeat the dangerous experience at the bottom of the lake, as if they didn't get tired of listening at all.

George and Fred even made up his rescue of Ginny into an epic love story, and teased Ginny as his most beloved baby...

Harry kept complaining about George and Fred's mischief, but Ivan on the side didn't hear what Harry was talking about. His attention had long been on the little wizards who like to eat sweets.

But Ivan looked around and quickly realized that it was too difficult to find Barty Crouch Jr. based on the characteristic of eating sweets.

Because most little wizards have a special preference for sweets, if you check one by one, when do you have to find out?

Ivan frowned and was very disappointed. He thought he had got a key clue that he could use to find Batty, but now it seems that this clue is of limited use.

Kang Dang~

Just as Ivan was thinking about it, a crisp sound suddenly came from the hall, interrupting his thoughts.

Ivan turned his head strangely and looked there, and found that it was the reckless Neville who accidentally ran into Moody, who was about to leave the auditorium. There was still a knocked over plate on the ground, and the pastries inside were so random. Of scattered on the ground.

"Hug...sorry, Professor Moody...I didn't mean it!" Neville stumbled and sat on the ground. As soon as he looked up, he saw Moody's scarred face, and the words were unsuccessful for a while.

"Be careful next time, kid!" Moody said irritably, and pulled Neville up, who fell to the ground, and then pierced his cane and cast a clean-up spell to clean up the broken plates and pastries into the trash. In the bag.

"Is Professor Moody's always like this?" Ivan looked at this scene from a distance, with a thought, suddenly asked.

"Of course, Professor Moody just looks fierce, but he is actually very good." Harry nodded, and after most of the semester's contact, his impression of Moody is getting better and better.

Although Moody's usually behaves very harshly in class, they can always learn a lot of new knowledge in Moody's Defence Against the Dark Arts class.

"Yeah, if Professor Moody can be a little more normal in normal times, don't always suspect that someone wants to murder him, it would be better!" Ron on the side also complained.

"I'm not asking you this." Ivan rolled his eyes. "I mean, did you notice that Professor Moody likes to eat some desserts after meals."

Harry and Ron glanced at each other, then shook their heads together. Who is okay to pay attention to this?

Ivan sighed ~www.ltnovel.com~ Knowing that he could not count on them, he remembered it for himself. He vaguely remembered that he had seen Moody's take it after the meal during the first time of school. Some pastries, donuts, etc., but I don’t know if this happens often.

"Professor Moody does have a habit of eating dessert...what's wrong? What do you ask this for?" Hermione said suddenly.

"Are you sure?" Ivan put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and asked eagerly.

"I listened to those house elves in the kitchen. Professor Moody would sometimes go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to prepare them for supper." Hermione pursed her mouth and said dissatisfiedly, and then she opened the conversation box The same, continue to talk endlessly.

"Those house elves are already poor enough. They need to be busy during the day, cleaning the entire castle and preparing food for us. At night, they should have a good rest, but there are always people who will disturb them in the middle of the night!"

Having said that, Hermione also glanced at Ivan, because from the information she had learned, Ivan would occasionally go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to force the house elves to cook.

(End of this chapter)