Chapter 638: I just made some reasonable guesses based on intelligence

Ivan looked at Crouch, who was kicked to the ground, with pitying eyes, adjusted his messed up clothes, and said.

"Don't be so excited, Mr. Crouch, no one has invaded your brain. I just made some reasonable guesses based on intelligence... nothing more!"

"But I guess I was right, didn't I?" Ivan said half-truth.

Pantheon is not a good word, no one would like a guy who can read his memory at any time.

Crouch sat down on the ground depressed, and was silent for a long time.

Moody next to him couldn't help it anymore, and said very annoyed. "Ivan, what the **** are you playing? Who is Batty looking for? Why did that person throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire again?"

"What's the use of you asking me? I just guessed!" Ivan shook his head.

Moody didn't believe a word, but he couldn't do anything about Ivan, so he turned his gaze to Barty Crouch and said gloomily.

"You better tell me honestly, Barty, you should know that I have never had much patience! Or do you prefer me to give you Veritaserum?"

Crouch remained motionless, as if intending to be so passive to the end.

Moody sneered. He rummaged through the pockets of the wizard's robe, took out a small bottle of transparent potion, and was about to pour Crouch into it.

"Don't do this, Professor Moody!" Ivan pressed Moody's hand, gave him a look of peace and tranquility, and then said to Barty Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch, I have heard many people talk about your deeds.

They told me that you are an upright and serious person. When you served as the executive director, you have been dedicated to fighting the mysterious man and his Death Eater army. There have been countless black wizards tried, and even your own children have been tried for justice. Locked into Azkaban! "

After reading the original book, he is very clear that Crouch is indeed an unselfish person, and the trial of Barty Jr. follows the process, and there is no selfishness.

It's just that in the end it still can't match his wife's bitter pleading-after all, saving Batty is the last wish of his dying wife!

Ivan looked at Crouch's gaze more and more compassionate. He did countless good things in his life, and he was enthusiastic about the cause of anti-dark devil, but he made a big mistake when he relented for a while, this wrong thing. It is enough to make him accumulate a half-life of fame!

Under Moody's reprimand, Crouch had a penitent look on his face. He didn't mean to explain at all, let alone throw the blame on his wife.

After all, no matter what the process is, it is he who made this decision in the end.

Wrong is wrong!

Crouch sighed deeply, skipped this topic, and began to tell how he brought Batty back home, released the Imperius Curse on him, and ordered the house elf Shining to supervise Batty's every move. A move.

"I have always been very careful. thought that this secret could be kept hidden, but it was discovered by someone..." At this point, Crouch's face became very gloomy for a while. Did not speak again.

"Is this witch named Bertha Jorkins?" Ivan went on for him, took the Daily Prophet on the table, turned to one of the pages, and threw it in front of the two of them.

Moody leaned forward and took a look. The back of the Daily Prophet recorded the news of the disappearance of a witch from the International Exchange and Cooperation Department. After a little thought, he immediately understood the information contained therein.

"Barty, did you kill her? Just because she discovered your secret?" Moody glared at Crouch angrily.

"No, I didn't kill her, I just cast a powerful oblivion spell on her, and then I don't know where she went or how she disappeared." Crouch shook his head quickly and explained.

"Who knows if what you said is true..." Moody said sarcastically. He never believed any prisoner's words, even if the person in front of him was his former boss.

(End of this chapter)