From Beauxbatons to Hogwarts

"Alas," Calvin sighed slightly, "Why don't you understand? I'm just afraid of him alone."

"Afraid?" Little Barty licked his lower lips excitedly, "You shouldn't be afraid, you should respect him, worship him, and dedicate everything you have to him."

Before Calvin could retort, he heard Old Batty say tremblingly, "Kid, don't mention him again, okay? Let's leave England and stop thinking about the mysterious man. Mr. Capet, please let us father and son leave. I beg you..."

Calvin shook his head slightly, "Sorry, I have to take you away today."

"Old man, why are you talking so much nonsense? Kill him!"

After saying that, a black water arrow with corpse smell flew towards Calvin on the Cat Leopard.Then it was blocked by the crystallized air wall in front of Calvin, and black corpse water dripped onto the ground, corroding a large pit.

"Tsk, black magic." Calvin said with a frown, "Prefect, you haven't changed at all in all these years."

"Kid, stop using black magic..." Old Batty wailed desperately from behind.

Little Barty turned around and spat, "Shut up, old man. You do it too!" After saying that, several strands of black magic were thrown at Calvin.

"Dark light crossbow!"

"Poison vine entanglement!"

"Bone Erosion Poison!"

Calvin drove the cat and leopard to jump to the right, avoiding most of the spells. He raised his wand and said to the area where black magic was spreading: "Breath of the Fire Dragon."

A blue flame swallowed up three of Barty's black magic spells, turning them into ashes easily.

"Has your excessive pursuit of black magic made you unable to reach your original level? There's no point in doing this, little Barty," Calvin said disappointedly, then looked at a large iron prison that appeared around him and said, " You’re not even as good as your father.”

After much thought, Old Bartis finally took action against Calvin and used the Iron Prison Curse to sneak attack Calvin from the other side.

"Son, let's go." Old Batty looked at the trapped Calvin and said.

"Shut up, old man," little Barty turned his head and roared at his father, "Leave? I won't leave, I will kill him, no, I will torture him to death."

Old Batty looked at his son whose eyes were red and almost bleeding. He was at a loss and didn't know what made him so angry.

Little Barty held the snatched wand tightly and said to Calvin in the iron prison, "I am not as good as my father. He is a waste. He has no idea how powerful I am."

"What do I care about you?" Calvin waved his magic wand, and the strong iron prison made by Old Batty was neatly cut open like butter.

"Ice pick thrust!" Calvin, who was out of trouble, immediately launched an attack on Barty, who was losing his mind.

"Heavy armor!" Old Batty walked up quickly, stood in front of his son, and cast an iron armor spell.

Unfortunately, Old Barty's armor spell could not block Calvin's attack. Even if Calvin did not use his full strength, after several ice picks shattered the armor, two ice picks still pierced Old Barty's body.

Old Barty was lying on his back in front of his son. Two holes were punctured by ice picks in his left arm and right shoulder, but no blood flowed out. The entire wound had been frozen by the ice picks.

"Huh, trash is trash." Little Barty kicked his father away, and even Calvin had to praise his father as a loving father and his son as a filial son.

Little Barty quickly raised his hand, a dazzling red light flashed, and the curse flew in front of Calvin like a sharp arrow.

It's not black magic, just a stun spell, but its power and speed are much stronger than the previous black magic.

Calvin flicked his wrist and smoothly released a bolt of lightning, breaking Barty's spell. At the same time, Calvin's cat, Black Tail, pounced on Barty.

Little Barty snorted and cast a crushing spell on Cat Leopard.To his surprise, the cat and leopard did not dodge, and dissipated like a piece of paper after being hit by a crushing spell on its abdomen.

Behind Cat Leopard were three blazing red lights.

Little Barty realized that these three spells were extremely powerful just by looking at them, and he did not dare to take them lightly. An enhanced version of the "armor protection" was placed in front of his chest.

The blazing red light hit it, making a dull sound, and countless fine cracks were broken out of the solid magic barrier.

Little Barty wiped away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his hand, and said with a evil smile, "Amazing magical attainments, Cappy, you are worthy of being noticed by Lord Voldemort back then. Then, you try this!"

"The undead are here!"

Little Barty's wand spit out a large piece of black mist, from which three skeleton wolves in armor quickly formed. Their teeth were dripping with oozing mucus, forming an arrow and rushing towards Calvin.

"Bright fire!"

Blazing white flames shot out from Calvin's wand, and soon transformed into a medieval knight's sword. Calvin flashed around among the wolves, and a wolf's head fell to the ground in a flash of sword light.

After the wolves were eliminated, the fire sword spread out again and turned into a sea of ​​fire, sweeping away the remaining black mist.

Calvin looked at little Barty who was about to lose his balance and said softly, "It's very powerful and very familiar. This should be the magic taught to you by the mysterious man."

Little Barty leaned against the big tree and panted, "You are still so timid. You don't even dare to say Lord Voldemort's name. If I hadn't been imprisoned by that old guy for so long, I would definitely be able to do it today." Kill you!"

"You are too naive, little Barty. My magic is beyond your imagination." Calvin waved his hand, and another cat and leopard emerged from the woods. Its two front paws firmly pressed on little Barty's shoulders. Fasten him to the tree.

Even facing the smelly mouth of Cat Leopard, little Barty still smiled enthusiastically. He licked his lips again and said, "Ah, Cappy, do you want to kill me? Come on, take revenge!"

Calvin slowly walked up to Barty Jr., "Prefect Crouch, if you had not taken refuge with the mysterious man, would you be in this situation today?"

Calvin suddenly found someone holding his feet, and when he lowered his head, he saw it was Old Barty.His face was covered with blood and tears. He held Calvin tightly with his injured left arm and begged:

"Cape, Mr. Cape, please spare him, I beg you."

"Mr. Crouch, your contribution to your son's success is definitely not small." Calvin shook off Old Barty, "What's more, I didn't want to kill him. His life had other uses."

After saying that, Calvin cast a coma spell on Old Barty, "It's better that you don't know what's going to happen next."

Calvin waved his magic wand and tied little Barty with vines, allowing Kuroo to return to the painting.

Little Barty leaned against the big tree, raised his head as hard as he could, and looked down at Calvin as much as possible, "Cape, don't you kill me? You will regret it!"

"Quiet, little Barty," Calvin pointed his wand at his temple, "The next memory is huge, please bear with it."