Chapter 235: Memory in the meditation basin

When Maca stepped on the flaming light and walked into the principal's office with the crazy eye, all he could feel was a kind of heavy tranquility.
Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk, half-moon-shaped lenses reflecting white light, and pale eyes looming behind the glass.
At the desk, Batty Crouch was standing there with her head bowed, as if she was remembering something, and her back seemed so sad.
"Mr. Crouch ... it's me, and I took your child away."
Maca's words were not so loud, but when it suddenly sounded in this quiet headmaster's room, it was like a thunderous sound that sounded loudly in Crouch's ear.
However, Maca did not wait for the censure and scolding he imagined, even if he thought that it would definitely make the old father feel better.
"thank you……"
What kind of complex mentality will make an old father who has just lost his child squeeze out a "thank you" with a dry voice?
The answer came quickly, but it was a bit of a surprise.
"Thank you for doing what I have never been able to do. I don't blame you ..."
Maca couldn't help but realize.
He can even imagine how contradictory and painful the old father was when he faced his child's partial execution over and over again, and even starved his father to starve to death at home.
Batty Crouch is not a saint who adheres to the concept of good and evil, and he has sacrificed all kinds of care for his family for his career.
When the identity of the Death Eater of Barty Crouch Jr. was suddenly exposed, it was the Chief of the Law Enforcement Division that personally sentenced his son Batty to Azkaban.
However, under the cry and entreaty of his seriously ill wife, he secretly replaced Azkaban with Azkaban, and the price paid was the life of his wife.
He used all kinds of means to restrict the small Batty with the soul-catch spell and invisibility cloak to prevent his restless son from appearing before the public again, and accidentally lost his hard-won second life. .
But even so, he still couldn't understand the character of his son.
To be honest, his son is very smart-even smarter than himself! Quietly out of your own constraints, I am afraid it is only a matter of time.
However, can a father start with his own son?
No, no one else mentioned, at least he couldn't do it at all, and he knew it from the beginning.
"I think you need to know something ..." Maca nodded calmly. "When everything is over, your son, Barty Crouch, will act as a spy against Voldemort. The masses know. "
"Although he may not be so willing ... but I believe that he will have enough time to think and feel, the kind of beauty that is truly appreciated by others."
"As Professor Dumbledore often said-death is never the end for a wizard."
Even Maca is far from understanding the true meaning of this sentence, but in this world, no one can be more qualified to say this sentence.
"I don't know, can he understand the truth ..." Crouch sighed softly, and there was a hint of crystal in his bloodshot eyes.
"Well, there is something else, I would like to ask you to take a look ..." Maca said, and looked back at Dumbledore. "Professor, I want to borrow your meditation basin."
Dumbledore was looking at Maca at this moment, and he nodded with a smile when he heard the request.
Maca nodded to Dumbledore, then turned around and took a few steps, gently pulling a black cabinet door open.
Suddenly, a torrent of silvery water gradually spread out, attracting everyone's attention at the scene.
In the black vertical cabinet, a delicate white stone platform is placed. A shallow stone basin is sunken on the stone platform, and the mouth of the basin is engraved with dense letters and symbols.
Those silver lights are emitted by things in the basin. They look like liquid, but the slightly rising feeling is like a gas.
It is like a bright piece of mercury, which is constantly flowing and flowing, with layers of ripples, flowing and dreamy.
At this moment, Maca pulled the wand out of her cuff, and slowly pulled out against her temple, and a bunch of the same silver-white floc was gently pulled along with the tip of his wand.
The magic of extracting memory has no mantra, it can be regarded as a by-product of practicing soul magic.
Generally speaking, any wizard who masters both "brain closure" and "recapture" can do this after some research, with some tips of the metamorphosis.
After placing the flocculent silver wire into the meditation basin, Maca stirred it with a magic wand, and the silver flowing in the basin immediately turned faster.
"Mr. Crouch, look—"
He stepped aside, gave up the position in front of the meditation basin, and reached out to signal.
Crouch stepped forward and looked down.
The silver object became transparent and looked like glass. He leaned forward and looked closely, but did not see the bottom of the stone basin.
"That is--"
Crouch seemed to see something, and he whispered, but his voice didn't fall, but he found himself in a forest ...
"Mr. McLean?"
The first thing he saw was a frowning Maca, walking towards him.
But when he wanted to step forward to inquire, he realized that Maca didn't seem to see him, walked towards him, and passed through him when he panicked.
"Damn ... McLean, you're finally here!"
With a gurgle of teeth trembling, a round but dry male voice came from behind Crouch.
Crouch looked back and immediately recognized the man who was trembling as he leaned against the trunk.
Although it is different from the gentleman who used to look elegant and pretending to be elegant everywhere, he will never admit it. That is obviously the "great writer" still loved by women and children in the magic circle, Gidro Lockhart. .
At the feet of Lockhart, Barty Crouch, a stiff man, seemed to be in a deep coma.
"Is this ... in McLean's memory?"
Looking at the previous behaviors of Maca, it is not difficult for normal people to analyze this conclusion.
"Don't complain, I know it's bad for you to be cold and hungry here ... but I'm no better than you!" Maca waved his hand impatiently, and looked at the little Batty lying on the floor. .
At this time, Maca had just spent that horrifying night. To be honest, he could leave Luna's ward and run into the forbidden forest to finish the matter, which is actually quite good.
"Well, has he ever woke up?" Marka asked.
"No, I've been giving him a coma spell, otherwise I might not be able to completely control him." Lockhart squeezed his arms and trembled.
"Fortunately, you finally know that you can't light a fire here ..."
Maca said, squatted down, stretched out her wand, and emptied Little Batty.
The next moment, the little Batty, who was still in a coma, immediately woke up and squinted her eyes to watch the surrounding situation alertly.
"Butty Crouch, can you figure out what happened?"
Under Maca's seemingly impatient enquiry, Barty's eyes widened immediately, and she struggled with anger, without touching her waist with her wand.
"Without resistance, you have no chance."
Maca just shook his wand in front of his eyes and made him calm down immediately—no way, she was frightened by soul magic at first, and the fear of deepening the bone marrow had been re-struck in his soul. root.
For black magic admirers like Little Batty, it is usually the most awesome group of black magic.
"You have betrayed your master! You have betrayed the Lord Dark Lord!" Although Barty no longer dared to struggle more, he still shouted with amused expression ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Ke Ma Ka shook his head.
"Me? Betrayal of Voldemort?" He chuckled. "I've never been under his command. Even in front of him, I say so ..."
Speaking again, Maca thought for a moment, and then continued: "I can give you a chance, a chance to atone for yourself and your father-as long as you show up in front of the public to prove that Voldemort has returned to full prosperity, Then you do n’t have to die, how?

"Proof? Huh ... would you believe what I said? Ridiculous!" Barty sneered sneer and put his head to the side.
"I?" Maca shook her head. "No, no, no, it's not me, but the whole magic world! You understand?"
"Tell you! Impossible!" Shouted Barty, "I will never betray my master! Lord Dark Lord has infinite magic power!"
With a twitch of Marka's eyes, he raised his wand, but after a pause, he let it go again.
"Even if you don't think about yourself, do you really think about your father?" He grows coldly, "Even if the mother in Azkaban was sacrificed for you?"
"Father ... hahaha! Do you want me to think about my father who has only the Minister of Magic in my eyes? And also do I think about that ignorant mother who only makes me learn from that stupid father? Hahahaha ... Keke ... "
Little Batty smiled madly, waving her arms like a madman, and the laughter was full of scoffs at Maca's persuasion.
Aside, Barty Crouch was full of pain and remorse—was it not him who educated such an unrepentant son?
"Ahem ..."
He seemed to be choked with saliva, and the coughing made people worry that he would cough up his lungs.