From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

For Barty Crouch, since the death of his wife, his life has become a simple and boring two-point line - the Ministry of Magic and home.

This would be good for everyone, Barty always thought.

And everyone who knew Barty pitied him, a poor middle-aged man whose son was in jail, his wife died, and his career was cut short. He was transferred from the promising Legal Enforcement Department to the International Cooperation Department, and he often suffered from Fudge. Humiliation for this idiot.

But these are nothing to Barty. He doesn't care whether it's Fudge's troubles or the cold looks from others.Yes, since that incident, he has had no desire or desire.

Barty Crouch cut off a piece of bacon, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly, "As long as everything is safe."

The house elf Winky handed Barty Crouch a cup of black tea, but she did not step back, but stood aside uneasily.

"Twinkle, what's the matter?" Old Batty's voice was very tired, and he could probably guess what was going on.

"Master," Shining said nervously, "the young master is about to break free from the control of the curse. He won't listen no matter how hard I try to persuade him."

When Twinkle said this, she burst into tears. She jumped on the table, picked up a fork and pierced herself with a fork. "It's all Twinkle's fault, it's all Twinkle's fault. Twinkle has lived up to her master's instructions and allowed others to get close to the young master."

"Stop it, Twinkle!" Old Barty roared weakly, "I'm going to re-cast the spell. You can't let anyone or any creature get close to Little Barty anymore, do you understand?"

Twinkle put down the fork in her hand and opened her big eyes like light bulbs, "Yes, Master."

Barty Crouch hurriedly drank the black tea and led Winky down to the basement. He paused for a while in front of the door full of magic restrictions. After sighing, he opened the door and entered the house.

The room was very dark, with only a dim oil lamp, and a pale-skinned young man with flaxen hair was tied tightly to a chair with a hemp rope.

"What did you do?" Batty's voice was filled with helpless calm.

Twinkle nodded in panic and replied in a sharp voice: "Master, he didn't listen to the master and wanted to get out of here. Twinkle had no choice but to tie him up."

When Little Barty heard someone speaking, he raised his head with a fanatical smile on his face: "Oh, my father, you are here. Why are you here, to see this son who has been imprisoned by you without dignity?"

Barty took out his wand, pursed his lips, and finally said coldly: "I'm doing this for your own good. You don't know how much happier you are now than you were in Azkaban."

"Yeah," Little Barty grinned, his smile became clearer and more enthusiastic, "I've never seen you care about me so much before. If something happens to me, you are worried about me."

"Bah, pig," little Barty spat at his father's feet. The smile on his face suddenly disappeared, leaving only extreme disgust. "If you cared about me, you should have found me not guilty in the first place."

Old Batty quickly stepped forward and slapped his son on the face.

"Hahaha, you dare to hit me." Little Barty started laughing maniacally again, tears welling up in his eyes. Little Barty was almost crazy. "Kill me if you can, eh? You loser .”

"Pah!" Old Batty slapped him again.

Little Barty turned his face forward, spat out a bloody tooth, and stared at his father fiercely: "You only have your official position in your eyes, and you don't care about me and my mother at all. You have never loved us. You, at all You don’t deserve to be my father. Lord Voldemort is my father!”

"The soul is out of body!" Old Barty did not continue to beat him, but directly used the soul-stealing curse to control his son.

Standing behind Barty, Twinkle watched his young master's eyes gradually lose their luster, and then he came over to help little Barty tidy up his clothes, wipe off the blood, and at the same time said nonchalantly: "Master, Twinkle told you not to mess with him. The master is angry, so you will be beaten again this time."

After walking out of the basement, Old Barty stood at the door and was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what he was going to do. He just felt two tears slipping from his eyes for some reason.

"Master," Winky called Barty in a high-pitched voice, handing over a wizard robe with both hands, "it's time for you to go to work."

Only then did Barty come back to his senses, put on his clothes with the help of Twinkle, and said in a cold and hoarse voice: "Twinkle, keep an eye on little Barty, don't let any creature get close to him."

Barty calmed down and returned to the unsmiling, serious director of the International Magical Cooperation Department.

However, as soon as he walked out of the room, before he was ready to disapparate, four Aurors immediately appeared around him and surrounded him, pointing their wands at his head.

"What are you going to do? Huh?" Batty didn't understand what was going on for a moment.

"Don't move!" The leading Auror did not answer Old Barty, but instead pointed the wand directly into his face.

Old Barty's face darkened. He was also the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement back then, but now he had his wand pressed against his face by four unknown Aurors.

"What the hell are you going to do?" Old Barty asked with a gloomy face and gritted teeth, "Who sent you here? Bones or Scrimgeour?"

Soon Batty Sr. knew the answer.The two Aurors standing in front of him moved aside a little, and a wizard with long auburn hair and gold-rimmed glasses walked up to him.

Although the wizard was a little lame, he walked with a graceful stride, making people immediately feel that he was a sharp and tough guy.

"Put down his wand." The wizard said in a low voice, and then the two Aurors standing behind old Barty groped for a while and took his wand from his pants.

Old Barty glanced disdainfully at the pair of sharp vulture-like eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses, and asked in a low voice: "Humph, Scrimgeour, what tricks are you trying to get at me?"

Scrimgeour's cheek twitched. Barty was his old superior. When he first entered the Ministry of Magic and became an Auror, old Barty personally took him on missions.

Unexpectedly, time had changed, and now he, the director of the Auror Office, would personally arrest his former colleague and superior.

"Barty Crouch, it has been found that you are closely related to a corruption case in the Department of Mysteries. With the approval of Minister Fudge, you will be taken away for investigation." Scrimgeour finally decided to tell the truth, and finally got closer to Barty Crouch. Buddy whispered in Buddy's ear, "Buddy, it's not a big deal, just cooperate with the investigation."

"Nonsense," Old Batty retorted, "Do I need to be corrupt? The family's wealth is enough for me to live in vain for 300 years."

"Rufus, tell me, is this idiot Fudge trying to find an excuse to fire me?"

Scrimgeour shrugged helplessly. In his opinion, this was indeed Fudge's purpose. He could only remind Crouch in a low voice, "Don't worry, it will be fine."

Then he looked at the four Aurors and said, "You go in and search, and I'll just watch Barty."