Chapter 275: Crouch's story

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"My wife begged me and begged me to rescue my son. Oh, of course I wanted to rescue him, but he made a very serious mistake, and I couldn't help it." Crouch sighed.
"At that time I thought he was a stain in my life, which made me ashamed."
"My wife is on the verge of death due to excessive grief, and she is dying. She hopes to have her life back to my son's life."
Crouch paused.
"I agree." He said, as if he had made a lot of determination. "He is my son after all."
Many people off the floor took a breath.
"I'm still a person who often deals with dementors. I understand them. They are a group of blind people. My wife and I went to see him. They would only smell a healthy person and a dying person walk into Az. Kaban, when we left, we smelled a healthy person and a dying person leaving Azkaban."
"You dropped your wife and son." I don't know from which long table this came.
"Yes." Crouch nodded numbly. The more he remembered, the more he fell into the pain, and the wrinkled face gradually showed remorse.
"My wife has never forgotten to drink the compound soup, until she died, she kept the look of my son."
"Sorry motherly love." Dumbledore closed his eyes wearily and shook his head.
Some things, even if they reasonably tell themselves that they are wrong, but sensibility still prevails, prompting people to do some wrong things. From the perspective of her mother, she only knows that she has sacrificed to save her son. What consequences.
"After that, I regretted that I was an executioner, and I killed my wife indirectly, even if it was voluntary by my wife. Then I fell into endless self-blame and annoyance."
"I have almost no intention of working, and even the tasks of the new position are very heavy, but I must force myself to work so that others cannot see my abnormality."
"But I can't always do this. My remaining conscience tells me that I have to deal with the rest of my son's life, at least to ensure that he will not do anything wrong. This may be the only atonement remedy I can do. "
"I let him wear invisibility clothes all day and night, and used many spells to control him, to avoid him from going out to do evil, and spent so many years so smoothly."
"Actually it's like prisoners except for Dementors." Crouch suddenly bent down and coughed violently.
"Until the preparation of the Quidditch World Cup, my house elf pleaded with me for my son, he convinced me, she said to me, my wife certainly did not want to see his sacrifice, in exchange for A walking son like I said just now-my son was no different from being in prison in those years."
"I agree." Mr. Crouch's tone returned to numbness.
"That was the beginning of all tragedies. If he was still in Azkaban at that time, perhaps it would be the best ending for him and for everyone." Crouch said sadly and regretfully.
"He got rid of my soul-taking spell and ran away. I'm still not sure if the turmoil in the Quidditch World Cup was his behavior. I hope to catch him and take him seriously.
"I don't have that chance anymore." The man shook his head sullenly and said bitterly.
"One night, someone knocked on the door of my house. That man is Voldemort." Crouch's words just fell, and there was another whispering sound in the auditorium.
That sounds too bizarre, as if it was a joke.
Oh, think about it, you stayed at home for a decade or so, and everyone inferred that the demon who had been dead for many years just knocked on your door. This horror story is really lacking.
But Crouch's tone was not a joke at all.
"He controlled me with the Soul Capture."
At this time, there were a lot of sounds from the audience.
"This is really terrifying." Professor McGonagall held her forehead, feeling dizzy.
"Then...then." Percy stood up from the stage at this time, pointing at Mr. Crouch, and said incredulously.
"You should have guessed right. Since the first game of the Goblet of Fire, I have lost my freedom, not as serious as the outside world said."
"Even if the Soul Charm can almost completely control my mind, the Dark Lord still can't rest assured me, so he still tries to avoid me from appearing in public to avoid exposure."
Percy slumped back into position, his soaring face now gloomy, his eyes seemingly lost, and he seemed to be greatly hit.
"He was weak at the time, and I could feel it, because he didn't have a shaped body at that time. He stayed in a baby, like a baby, but only looked quite ugly, but even so, he easily subdued me. "
Many people at the long table began to tremble. They could not feel the feeling, but they could use their imagination~EbookFREE.me~ trying to understand.
"He is still as arrogant and arrogant as the outside world. He thinks that the power of magic can override everything. Maybe this is a sult of arrogance, but I still want to say that I got rid of the control of Voldemort's soul-taking spell."
There were bursts of marvels off the court.
"This is incredible," one student shouted loudly.
"He was very arrogant, maybe he never expected his magic to be lifted." Crouch said slowly.
"It was just at that time that my consciousness was no longer sober. He didn't want to use the Soul Charm to control me. Such control is sometimes unnatural and may be discovered, so he hopes to let me surrender from the heart, He surrendered to her, and he tortured me with a heart drill curse, oh, it was an unimaginable pain." Crouch said lightly.
"Because there are many people who go crazy because of the Heart Drill, I have temporarily lost the ability to think rationally, but the only point of instinct and conscience tells me that if I want something to be restored, I can only tell Dumbledore everything, he is the only one. People who can compete with the Dark Lord."
"So I wandered all the way, struggling to come to Hogwarts."
"I'm unkempt and so embarrassed that few people recognize me."
Hermione under the stage had been listening to Crouch's story quietly, thinking with her head down, and suddenly, she raised her head and her eyes shone with wise light.
"Then you really attacked Krum?" she asked, standing upright.
Krumm's eyes widened in front of the stage, he also did not stop his thinking, if this man's words are not false, then his attack may be justified.
No one can care too much about a lunatic, can he? And it sounds like his experience is very pitiful. ) Download the free reader!!