Chapter 529
Barty Crouch Jr.
Chapter 529 Barty Crouch Jr.
Barty Crouch Jr.'s black robe fluttered in the wind, and a blush appeared on his pale face. His expression was so happy that it could almost be called happy.
He used his Transfiguration spell to turn the proud Lucius Malfoy into a toad, and also used the golden ring that Voldemort had cast a spell on. In a nutshell, it was as if his master and he were punishing the shameful traitor together.
Unfortunately, there was not enough time and business was more important. Otherwise, he would have to use at least seventeen or eighteen Cruciatus Curses to let Lucius fully experience his anger and hatred.
——How dare you say that his kind of despicable thing is no different from yourself? In Little Barty's opinion, this is the most vicious insult, and no matter how much revenge is done, it is not too much.
But when he thought about how Lucius Malfoy, whose hair was so delicate and smooth, would have to live in stinking mud from now on and survive by swallowing cockroaches, earthworms, flies, spiders, etc., Barty's anger disappeared and he even wanted to laugh.
He walked out of the woods happily, added the black hair into a small bottle of Polyjuice Potion, stirred it twice, and then handed it to the side.
A bat fell from the tree, turned into a human form, looked at little Barty with fear, and then took the bottle of Polyjuice Potion.
"Go and bring Harry Potter to me." Barty Jr. said, "Sirius Black is his godfather. It will be easy for you to gain his trust."
"Yes." Gal Troka took a sip of Polyjuice Potion, endured the pain of his bones melting, and after a few seconds he turned into Sirius Black.
He changed into Sirius's clothes in silence, picked up Sirius's wand, and left.
In the previous few nights, he had already followed Harry and others and figured out the location of their tents.
The adult wizards will definitely be distracted by the chaos in the camp tonight. The magic of those students may not be weak, but Gar also has the potions and props prepared by little Barty, so it is not difficult to knock down a child by surprise.
My conscience aches a little...but my life is in the hands of others and I have no choice.
Gar suppressed the guilt and remorse in his heart, imitated Sirius's expression, and ran towards the Black family's tent.
At this time, he didn't know what he would encounter on this trip.
……
The fake Sirius left, and Little Barty did not stay there waiting. He knew that if the bat succeeded, it would always find a way to find him.
The Death Eater pulled up his hood and hurried towards the chaotic camp.
Even though Voldemort had not yet fully resurrected, and his current infant body was extremely fragile, this man, who in Barty's opinion was the most powerful dark wizard of all time, still possessed astounding magical knowledge.
While following Voldemort, Barty Jr. received a lot of teachings from the Dark Lord. Not only did his Transfiguration skills improve greatly, but he also came into contact with various ancient and evil curses.
After the curse of the Killer Forest failed, Little Batty turned his attention to the camp and suddenly realized that the mascots brought by the Irish team were the best targets for the curse.
Wouldn't hundreds or thousands of leprechauns going crazy be more likely to cause chaos than those clumsy big trees?
At this moment, the situation was developing smoothly just as Barty had expected. Even though Dumbledore himself had arrived at the camp, it would take more than one or two powerful spells to control all the countless leprechauns and prevent them from running to the Muggle city to cause damage.
Barty used the Disillusionment Charm and walked leisurely in the camp. He also sprinkled a special powder made from the hair and nails of leprechauns on himself, so that the mutated leprechauns would regard him as one of their own and would not attack. But the others were not so lucky. Several adult wizards stood back to back in a circle, and in the middle of them were several terrified children.
A dozen leprechauns surrounded them and attacked, several of them firing spells from their wands.
"Aim! Aim!" someone shouted.
"They are flying too fast!" one witch shouted. "Wait until they are close before -"
Her words were interrupted by a scream - the wizard guarding the other side lost his mind and fired spells randomly, resulting in a leprechaun breaking through the protective circle. Its sharp claws directly scratched a huge wound on his shoulder, and it grabbed the little boy in the middle.
"Collapse!"
Suddenly a spell hit the leprechaun, and Amos Diggory of the Ministry of Magic rushed over, shouting, "Don't stop there! Retreat to the woods!"
Little Batty sneered and passed by them. When he passed a fortress-like tent, he suddenly heard a discordant voice coming from inside:
"Don't worry, dear ladies, I will protect you."
A freckled wizard stood at the door like a knight and said loudly: "I don't like to brag about my abilities, but last month, I just tamed a Hungarian Horntail!"
Little Barty raised an eyebrow, went to the window and looked inside, and saw two Veela sitting in the room, their long hair emitting a soft silver light, and they had beautiful and gentle smiles on their faces.
——Are there any fish that have slipped through the net?
He raised his wand wordlessly, pointing it at the Veela inside, his lips moving as he whispered a spell.
Several wizards gathered around the Veela, ignoring the chaos and danger outside and focusing on showing their courtesy to them.
"I'm the dueling champion." Another wizard puffed out his chest proudly. "I don't need a wand. I can deal with a hundred leprechauns at once!"
"I…I have a portkey that can Apparate you directly to my manor."
The shabby bald man stammered, "I mean, my family is engaged in the transnational transit business. The Galleons I earn in a month can fill up a room..."
Suddenly, a painful expression appeared on the beautiful face of the Veela. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but when she raised her head, she only let out a scream.
Then, the body of the Veela began to twist and deform. In the blink of an eye, the slender and beautiful body turned into a monster with a bird head, eagle claws, and long wings. Its brown eyes were filled with bloodthirsty murderous intent, and it pounced on the person in front of it.
Screams rang out one after another behind him, and Little Batty turned and left with satisfaction.
He walked through the chaotic venue, avoiding the sight of the Aurors, casting spells secretly from time to time to release the leprechauns who had been controlled, or causing some trouble for the people of the Ministry of Magic, causing the chaos to continue until Gar brought Harry Potter to him.
Suddenly, little Batty stopped and looked forward with his eyes wide open, an expression of surprise on his face, which then turned into dissatisfaction and hatred.
Not far away, a black-haired boy wearing glasses froze a leprechaun with a petrification spell, then leaned over to help the witch with a big belly up from the ground. The night wind blew his hair, and the lightning-shaped scar on the boy's forehead was clearly visible.
(End of this chapter)