Chapter 296

Hoffa and Nicole Leme sit in the second row of the crowd in the stands of the Quidditch stadium, surrounded by fans in traditional costumes of different countries.

They wave their arms and sweat on their foreheads, cheering for their country's team. Even year old Nicole lemme, now also stretch his neck long, blinking, staring at the middle of the field.

At the moment, the game in the stadium has been close to white hot. The ferocity of the game now is more ferocious than any game Hoffa has seen in the past.

The Firebolt swished past, as fast as lightning. The batters on both sides showed no mercy. They didn't care whether the stick hit the ball or the man, but they just waved wildly.

A player was hit in the waist and almost fell off a broomstick.

"Mustafa reprimanded the Bulgarian goalkeeper for hitting - too much elbow action!" Ludo bagman yelled to the noisy audience, "ah, yes, Ireland's free throw!"

In the center of the Quidditch arena, the little banshees, like a group of shining bumblebees, rose to the air angrily, and now quickly formed "ha! Ha! Ha It's the words. Mei wa across the court jumped up and shook their hair angrily.

"Foul!"

Supporters of the Irish team next to Hoffa called in unison. They all stood up and formed a huge green wave.

"Foul!" Ludo bagman's voice, magnified by magic, repeated these two words, "Dimitrov bumped Moran - deliberately flew over to collide - will definitely get a free throw - yes, the referee whistled!"

Nicole may excitedly pushed the push huofa, "look, fouls, fouls, definitely to fight!"

But Hoffa has some lack of interest. After entering the competition, he always has a lingering sense of anxiety and oppression, which makes him unable to concentrate on watching the game.

Finally, when the Irish penalty taker stood in front of the hoop, he put it in Nico lemme's ear and said, "I'll go out and find Barty."

"Now?"

"It's so good-looking. It's not too late to look after it."

"No, it won't be too long. I'm afraid there will be too many people and eyes after the end, but I can't find him."

Nicole lemme looked a little unhappy, just like a friend who failed in Amway movies. He frowned and said, "OK. Go back quickly. Don't let the Ministry of magic find out."

"I understand."

Hoffa finished, folded his clothes, quickly bypassed the crowd and walked to the top box of the Quidditch stadium.

Because Nicole lemme disguised himself as Ali Bashir and was only a businessman, he could not sit in the box of the official of the Ministry of magic on the top floor, but it was not far away, just a few tens of meters away from the stairs.

Thinking that the Harry Potter trio is on top of his head, Hoffa can't help but quicken his pace. If he remembers correctly, little Barty crouch should be sitting in the box of the Minister of magic and Harry.

Through the stairs to the top box door, Hoffa saw two Aurors in black robes standing at the box door, motionless.

Out of caution, he disappeared.

However, when he came to the two Aurors, he found that they were leaning against the wall with their eyes closed and their heads shaking slightly up and down.

It's lazy, Hoffa thought. You can doze off in this noisy place.

He didn't wake them up, and quietly walked into the top box without disturbing anyone.

At the moment, everyone's eyes are focused on the field. Hoffa can see a row of young people with red hair, who should be the Weasleys' children.

A couple of men and women with light blonde hair, who should be members of the Malfoy family.

There is a boy with black hair, which should be the back of Harry's head, and a girl with chestnut curly hair, who is holding a brass telescope and staring at the court, which should be Hermione Granger - Thinking of his goal, Hoffa thinks that he was naive and lovely.

After looking around the door, Hoffa found a serious problem. All the people described in the original book are here, but little Barty crouch is not there, and so is the house elf named shimmering.

This made him frown. Is this the butterfly effect in legend? He met old Barty crouch during the day, which made him alert and didn't release his son at night?

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate to leave the box with a big stride and quickly rushed out of the court. He was going to old Patty's house to confirm the fact.

The noise of the Quidditch stadium is gradually getting away, and he has entered the field he is familiar with. At the moment, there is no one outside the empty tent area. The fog of the South Wales swamp comes as scheduled, followed by some strange low temperature.

The low temperature made Hoffa shiver. How could it be so cold?

Click.

The sound of the branches being trampled off came from a distance, very subtle.But he was accurately captured by Hoffa. He slowly turned around and turned his ears. In the dense forest behind the tent, the sound of conversation came into his ears.

"Son of a bitch..."! Son of a bitch! Please me, please me, ha ha... "

" little master, you can't leave. The master said, if you leave, he will kill you! "

"You think I'm afraid of death, huh? You son of a bitch, do you think I'm afraid of death? "

"I didn't, little master, please..."

"kneel down and hold it!"

"Ah, here?"

"Can't you hear me?"

I know what you want.

"Well..."

in the moonlight, Hoffa's golden eyes suddenly widened. The odd bits of information made him aware of something. Like a ghost, he slowly drifted to the place where the sound was made.

After entering the dense forest, he saw a very strange and abnormal scene. This surprised Hoffa for about 0.1 seconds, but then he was relieved. He had even experienced the event that he killed himself with one shot. What is such a thing?

I'm afraid little Barty's spirit has been tortured by Dementors since he came out of Azkaban.

He simply stood at the edge of the forest, holding his shoulders to watch the transparent little Patty finish, and then watched him kick the house elf away in disgust. Because the guy was wearing an invisible cloak, he could only see a strange thing floating in the air and passing by. Then, the house elf knelt down and coughed violently.

The picture was disgusting. Hoffa didn't look back and walked out of the darkness behind the tree: "nice fun, Barty."

Clattering, messy footsteps broke countless branches, the sudden appearance of a strange bald head scared the man under the invisibility cloak, and the elf with huge ears on the ground screamed wildly.

Hoffa raised a finger and stopped screaming.

The tree behind the house elf suddenly came to life and locked the mouth of the house elf with branches.

Hoffa stopped at the empty root.

"Lift your cloak. I need to talk to you."

"Giggle..." the teeth collided up and down, making a slight giggle sound.

There is nothing in front of us.

Hoffa head a little bit of rotation, "don't be afraid, don't retreat, I can see you."

"Who are you?"

There was a roar of surprise and anger in front of the empty tree root. A skinny young man with light yellow hair suddenly lifted his invisibility cloak. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Hoffa's head.

Hoffa didn't want to talk to him. He rolled up his sleeve and showed his black mark in front of him.

The young man who smashed the stone in the air changed his posture in the rush, from the desperate discus throwing David to the eunuch who saw the emperor's imperial edict in ancient times.

I'm sorry.

He knelt down to drag three or four meters, rolled up a pile of leaves, slid to Hoffa with his knee, raised his hand to look at his arm, and said in disbelief: "you... You are, master's... Servant?"

"No, I'm his friend." Hoffa said faintly: "your master asked me to come to you. He needs you more than ever before."

With these words, Hoffa regretted, because the eyes of the thin young man with light yellow hair in front of him were moistened quickly. He sobbed a few times, wiped his tears, trembled and choked, and said: "I... I know... I know... I know... This day, I know... This day, master, master has not forgotten me, master has not forgotten me ... "

he said to himself, and he began to cry. The more he cried, the louder he was.

He not only cried, but also raised his hand to touch Hoffa's arm, as if religious elements wanted to touch something sacred.

Hoffa never thought that the Baty crouch he saw was such a Baty crouch. How did this kind of goods lurk in Hogwarts for a whole year without being discovered?

When he saw his tearful fingers about to touch his arms, Hoffa raised his leg and kicked him back in the chest.

But after being kicked, he didn't get angry or stop. Instead, he climbed up from the ground and rushed to the tree where the house elves were bound. He put his arms around the house elves and said with ecstasy: "twinkling! Sparkle! My master needs me, my master needs me! "

He was so overjoyed that he gave the house elf several kisses on the face.

The poor house elf looked at Hoffa in the distance with frightened eyes, could not make a sound, and trembled.

"Master needs me! Master needs me, master needs me

Barty crouch, Jr. shakes his head and speaks to himself like a mantra. Then he turns his head and looks at Hoffa. He rushes towards him, his eyes full of fanaticism and madness.Hoffa was disgusted by his crazy appearance. He took a step back and raised his finger.

Batty's feet were bound by the vines and he fell to the ground. Then Hoffa snapped his fingers and an electric current flashed over the vine, making little Barty Crouch's hair stand on end.

"Calm down?"

He squatted down in front of little Patty.

"Master, where is the master? Tell me where is the master?"

Little Barty is still crazy.

It's another current.

"Calm down?" Hoffa asked cruelly.

"Son of a bitch, I'm the most loyal servant of my master. How dare you treat me like this!" He frothed at the mouth.

Zizi!!

This time, the current is several times stronger than just now.

Electric little Barty was straight and smelly. When the electricity came to the distance, he struggled violently and his eyes were full of tears.

Hoffa slowly released his finger: "calm down?"

Little Barty stares at him in fear and says nothing.

Click.

The vine that bound him loosened.

Hoffa stood up and whirled slowly around little Patty.

"Voldemort asked me to come to you, so I came, but Voldemort didn't say I'm not allowed to kill you, so you'd better listen to me."

"How do I know... If what you say is true... False!"

Hoffa raised a finger, Patty immediately shut up, and subconsciously curled up into a ball.

"Well," Hoffa sneered and released his finger, "your master has a plan for resurrection. He needs you, so I'll take you out of here. Do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

Little Barty crouch finally came back. He crawled to Hoffa's feet and said impatiently, "when shall we start, Mr. bald?"

"What do you call me?" Hoffa's brain suddenly turned blue.

"Er..." thinking of the terrible current, little Barty immediately shrunk and asked weakly, "well... What should I call you?"

"You can call me Mr. Bach."

Hoffa thought about it and said his surname. Bach's surname is not uncommon in foreign countries. It's the kind of rotten street.

Little Barty immediately entered the state, "well, Mr. Bach, do we want to inform other people that the master is back?"

"What... What?"

Hoffa didn't react to his sudden arrival.

"My master has been silent for so long, so many people have forgotten his master, so many people have forgotten our strength, hum." Little Barty walked around the woods two times and said with a sneer, "I must let those people know who is the king of the magic world and who is the greatest Dark Wizard in history."

"So?"

Hoffa frowned.

"So I'm going to do something for my master. I'm going to launch the black mark and announce this great moment!"