"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Crouch, I will remember your credit."

"What did you do to me?" Barty Crouch roared at the crowd in front of him like crazy, "Who is reading my memory!" He tried hard to break free from the vines tied himself to the chair, but found that the more he tried, the tighter he was tied to the ground.

"No need to waste your energy, Mr. Crouch, these are snake vines. The more you struggle, the tighter you are tied up. Even the monsters cannot use brute force to get rid of the snake vines." said a man in black with a hood.

"What have you seen!" Barty Crouch roared, and he gave up his struggle.

"I just borrowed the scattered pieces of memory in your mind. Mr. Crouch, it's no big deal. My enumeration is very successful and has done no permanent damage to your brain."

"Do you think you'll succeed if you tie me here? Saint Mungo will soon find me missing, and the Aurors will find you damn black rats." Barty Crouch cursed the group of people in front of him with the most vicious words he could think of.

"I'm afraid St. Mungo won't care about a former Ministry of Magic official who is outdated." A burly bearded man buzzed, "especially a stubborn old man who is not very normal in his mind like you."

"Iwan McGregor, I recognize you." Barty Crouch looked up at the burly bearded man, "You damn guy! You were permanently expelled by the Ministry of Magic of England. You bastard, I shouldn't have let you go!"

"You're wrong, Crouch." Ivan moved his huge fist, "You should kneel on the ground and beg for my forgiveness."

"vomit……"

Ewan McGregor's fist hit Barty Crouch hard on the lower abdomen. Barty Crouch, who could not dodge, was punched hard.

"This punch is the interest you arrested me more than ten years ago, Crouch." Ivan said, "I have to correct your words just now. You were not the one who let me go."

Crouch spat bloody saliva on the ground, "Damn the remnants of the red robe, I hope you get the dementor's kiss as soon as possible."

Ivan was furious and swung his fist and wanted to teach this rude Batty Crouch a lesson.

"Stop, Ivan." said the man in black.

Ivan withdrew his fist, "You're lucky, Crouch."

Crouch glanced at Ivan with contempt, "It seems you have found another master, Ivan, do you have no objection to Voldemort?"

This time Ivan did not hold back, and he slapped Barty Crouch. "Crouch, it seems that you are really out of date. Did Dumbledore and his Order tell you something? Oh, by the way, Dumbledore is busy being his Minister of Magic, and I'm afraid there is no time to take care of you, an old friend who has committed the crime - you don't know our identity now."

"So what if you know, so what if you don't know?" Barty Crouch's hair was scattered, "It's just a group of black rats. I think Voldemort is looking for you too!"

"You are wrong, Mr. Crouch." said the man in black, his voice was young, but the hood covered his face. In this dim room, Barty Crouch could not see his face. "We were looking for Voldemort, not him."

"Hmph." Barty Crouch narrowed his eyes and tried to see the man in black clearly.

"Invite you here, in addition to learning about some old things from the past, I just want to invite Mr. Crouch to join us." said the man in black.

"Are you kidding? I can't be with the black rat!"

"It is very irresponsible to draw conclusions casually - this may be related to Mr. Crouch not knowing us well yet, so..."

The man in black reached out to take off the hood from his head.

"The premise of building mutual trust is that we know each other, then, maybe we should start by proving each other's identity? Highland Wizard, Mr. Barty Crouch."

Barty Crouch showed a terrified expression on his face, "No!!!"

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"No!!!!"

Harry lay straight on the bed, panting as if he had been running just now. He woke up from a very realistic dream, pressing his hands tightly on his face. Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar was in ache, as if someone had just pressed a white hot wire against his skin.

Harry stroked the scar with his fingers again, and it was still painful. Harry took out a small round mirror and looked at the scar on his forehead in the mirror carefully. He could not see anything abnormal, but he still felt heartbroken.
Chapter completed!