Vol 2 Chapter 665: Dumbledore arrives

A genius remembers the address of this site in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! In fact, Fanlin somewhat underestimated the crazy degree of the little Barty Crouch.
Under the successive attacks of his own curse, Little Batty counterattacked with the evil curse while also performing apparition.
He is constantly trying to see if the surrounding environment will allow him to escape.
In the end, he succeeded.
It is hard to imagine that he can still concentrate on performing long-distance apparitions when his body is hit by a spell.
The magic fluctuations of Batty that Fanlin captured marked the distance that Batty moved.
At least the Apparition from here to London as far away would consume so much magic power.
Crouch was abandoned?
It is difficult to say that they are not afraid of Crouch shaking those things out, about Voldemort's resurrection.
Fanlin threw Crouch back to the ground. His wand was completely liberated in the battle. Naturally, Fanlin easily touched Crouch's eyebrows.
"Finiteincatatem (curse to stop)!"
With a puff, Crouch returned to its original state. Naturally, Crouch's dizziness was also relieved by Fanlin.
Like a wounded dog, Crouch looked pitiful at this time, his body trembled slightly, and the expression on his face gradually changed from calm to pain.
"What have you experienced?" Fanlin asked with a frown, "You'd better explain it honestly, if you..."
"He's back, he's back..." Crouch's body trembled, and he hugged his head with his hands, his voice was almost crying.
"It's...more terrifying than before...we all have to die..." Crouch yelled madly.
"More than before?" Fanlin asked, "What did he do?"
"The Dark Lord, he's back..." Crouch didn't seem to hear Fanlin's questioning, but he just thought about where he was suffering.
Of course, it was just the pain on the expression, Crouch's words were very fragmented, and Fanlin could only piece together a little information.
The Dark Lord's recovery was faster than he thought, and he seemed to have gotten something new to strengthen himself.
Could it be the thing Sirius encountered?
With Voldemort's character, if he was deprived of his wizarding status, this would undoubtedly be an act of sacrificing the truth, and Voldemort would not even consider it.
So, what is that...
When Fanlin asked some key things, Crouch wailed like crazy. It seemed that he had endured great pain, and Fanlin noticed that Crouch's body was very bad.
As a senior official of the Ministry of Magic, Crouch's magic in his body was chaotic like cotton wool.
Fanlin frowned. He wanted to know what Crouch saw, but Crouch is crazy now...
After thinking for a while, Fanlin put a section of his wand on Crouch's temple...
"If I were you, I wouldn't do that."
"But if we don't, we won't get any useful information, Professor Dumbledore."
Fanlin didn't even turn his head back. He was ready for Dumbledore to come. This is his back hand. It was originally used to deal with Little Butty Crouch, but now...
Fanlin still didn't put down his wand.
"It looks like you fought a battle," Dumbledore said. "What was the result?"
"Obviously, Professor." Fanlin said, "The other party exceeded my expectations, and the apparition moved away."
"Oh? It's rare..." Dumbledore said, "I thought you would leave something more interesting, but now it seems..."
Dumbledore drew his wand out, "Before that, I think we need to clean up, someone will be here soon."
"Pack up?" Fanlin asked back, but there was nothing wrong with thinking about it.
Dumbledore would be the first to come, but his dad could not be the only one to come.
"Reparo (restore as before)!"
A milky white halo spread out from the tip of Dumbledore's wand, which was a white wand, elderberry, with bulges that resembled joints.
The old magic wand of the of death, what was left of that thing, to be precise, a part of that thing, the consciousness assimilated by the world.
In fact, Dumbledore did not restore all the conditions, such as the trees that were torn to pieces, or the places devoured by the Corruption Curse.
"It's really dangerous," Dumbledore said. "Two people?"
"Yes, a vampire, a Death Eater," Fanlin said.
"I felt the breath of two death curses, and they sounded out at the same time. It seems that you still attracted most of their attention." Dumbledore said, "However, what you get is what they think is very important."
"But he's crazy," Fanlin said with a frown, "I checked, and forcibly broke away from the Imperius Curse, Mr. Crouch's soul broke down, and he fell into madness~EbookFREE.me~ There will be a way ," said Dumbledore, "but not now."
"They should be here soon," Fanlin said. "Let them see Mr. Crouch?"
"Of course, otherwise, it would be very difficult to make a difference, and it should be possible to make Harry ignorant." Dumbledore said.
"Okay." Fanlin nodded, and he put away his wand.
"Where did you keep that wand for Granger?" Dumbledore asked. "It looks like you are still with Miss Granger..."
"There are traces on it, it's really too much trouble." Fanlin said quickly. Dumbledore was like Sirius sometimes, always using Hermione to tease him.
"Moreover, I don't have too many secrets to keep from her."
"It's not a good thing to lie, Fanlin," Dumbledore said.
"I don't want to pull her in." Fanlin said.
"Some things can't be avoided," Dumbledore said, his hands exuding a soft light, and he was calming Crouch's emotions.
"Barty... Mr. Barty Crouch?"
Butty Crouch did not respond. Even if Dumbledore took the initiative in the chaotic state of magic, there was no way to make a bunch of cotton wool into blue silk...
"It's really bad, it looks like I need a while."
"Is he still likely to recover?" Fanlin asked with a frown.
"Not necessarily, but we should be able to get something we want to see, about Tom."
"Professor Dumbledore, I want to know what that thing is, the one that Sirius said from his mouth."
"I'm sorry, I don't know, but we should be able to find the answer here." Dumbledore said, his body finger lightly nodded Crouch's head. Mobile users please browse and read for a better reading experience.