I swung my greatsword at Hogwarts

Barty Jr. Disapparated with all his might.

Under fire, he crashed into the Himalayas.

Everything around is barren.

"Father."

He fell to his knees, bleeding viscerally from the impact.

Coughing up a mouthful of bright red blood, he looked at the wand in his hand.

Heartbroken, he collapsed unbearably.

His wand was gripped tightly in his hand.

With the bitter winter coming at night, he gradually fell into a dream.

dreaming.

He sees his mother.

Little Barty's last impression of his mother was a haggard face.

But here he saw his mother's health.

Mrs. Crouch stood in the desert, she walked slowly and squatted down.

With the warm palm as before, he stroked little Batty's thin cheek.

"my child."

"Mother."

Little Barty asked in the most cautious voice: "You are real, aren't you?"

"Yes." Mrs. Crouch smiled with tears in her eyes. "You have suffered a lot."

A sudden care, long-lost maternal love.

Let little Barty cry, he curled up his body.

"Why?" he asked, "Why, I want to survive."

He roared, "Why don't you just let me die like that, let me die in Azkaban!"

The only thing that responded to him was the hand tightly held by his mother.

"I'm a stupid person, I miss you so much, mother." He cried wantonly in his dream.

He misses his mother, misses the pampering that can be tolerated infinitely, misses the snowflakes that will gently stroke his shoulders, and puts it in a safe way.

He misses greedily, wanting more.

His mother's love is not enough, he still wants to prove himself.

Prove yourself to be the kid that will make your father proud.

He went astray, joined Voldemort at his most glorious time, but stepped into the abyss in a short time.

He failed to prove his accomplishments, and his father sent him to Azkaban.

His mother died in prison to save him.

Why is this happening?

"It's because I'm not firm enough," he said tremblingly, "I shouldn't be greedy for life and afraid of death, I shouldn't beg you, mother."

He started talking nonsense, grabbed his mother's hand, and begged, "Take me away, mother."

"We can be together and I can see you again, mother."

He held it in for too long, and it has been like this since the day he learned of his mother's death.

It was not Mrs. Crouch who died in prison, but Barty Crouch Jr.

He was buried in the abyss and could not come out.

"No, child." Mrs. Crouch gently took the grass stuck to Little Barty's hair with her hands, "You should go back."

"No, I won't go back, mother," Little Barty said anxiously, "I want to leave, it's too painful here."

"You've always been a hard-working boy," said Mrs. Crouch softly. "I've always known it."

"At home, I have been working hard to prove the Crouch on my body." She shook her head gently, and said softly, "It is Crouch who bound you, you should let him go."

"I can't, mother."

Little Barty shook his head again and again, "I'm Crouch, the son of Barty Crouch."

"I never made him proud."

"No, you make me proud."

A voice cuts in.

Little Barty looked up blankly.

He saw it, saw his father.

The best Minister of Magic in a century.

Old Batty walked out in the white light, and he walked to his wife's side.

Looking at his son, Barty Sr. sighed, "I was wrong."

"I never knew I was smothering you, my son."

The excellent old Barty took his son's excellence for granted, completely forgetting that father is father and son is son.

Putting that pride in his heart, he took it for granted that his son knew.

He had been disappointed, he had seen his proud son join the Death Eaters.

He was confused, why did his education have such a big problem?

In his wife's begging, his father's heart was shaken.

But he was afraid that his son would have another accident, so he chose the worst course of action.

Old Barty looked at his son. Little Barty, who had tried his best to get rid of the name of Crouch, was the one who was bound the most.

With his father's candor, he said: "You are my pride, my son."

The generous palm fell on the thin shoulder, and a hint of distress flashed in the old Batty's eyes.

"Father..." Little Barty murmured to himself.

The white light became intense, trying to take the parents away.

"No, don't leave me behind!" He hurriedly got up and wanted to chase after him.

He was getting closer and closer to entering the white light with his parents.

But two hands stopped him.

"We love you, son." Old Batty shook his head, "You don't belong here, you should go back."

"There's no place for me there."

Little Barty wanted to go there persistently, but Old Barty said, "What about John Wick?"

Little Barty paused.

Batty Sr. continued: "He needs someone now, and you need to save him like he saved you."

"My son," Old Batty put down his sternness, and shook his head with a smile, "You regard him as a guide, and I have always seen it."

"John needs help, he's on the edge right now, you need to enlighten him as he enlightened you."

The white light has enveloped the Crouch couple.

A slight push with both hands, but with infinite power.

"Be yourself, put Crouch down, and do what you want, son."

The white light disappeared before his eyes, and Barty Jr. stopped in his tracks.

A tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Feel the moisture on your face.

He opened his eyes.

An enlarged furry face was licking his face.

Little Barty looked at the wand in his hand.

That dream was so real.

He reached out and pushed the furry face away.

It was a little snow leopard.

And its family members are watching from afar.

Little Barty looked at the big snow leopard, but the big snow leopard remained still.

Little Snow Leopard saw Little Barty wake up, and ran towards his family in a hurry.

The big snow leopard licked the little snow leopard's head, glanced at little Barty, turned around and took the little snow leopard away.

Watching the snow leopard drift away, Little Barty sat there motionless.

He didn't look down at his wand until the snow leopard was completely out of sight.

"John Wick needs me."

He staggered up and walked towards the mountains.

...

Kingdom of Bhutan.

John has been sitting for a few days.

During this time, more and more people came.

Rita snatched the quill from the person next to her, broke it and threw it on the ground.

Tabloid reporters dare not speak out.

As the editor-in-chief of the largest newspaper "Daily Prophet", Rita is the existence of the ceiling in front of these news media people.

"My God, Gilderoy Lockhart!"

"Sorry, excuse me, excuse me, thank you, no, I don't want to sign."

There was a commotion, and Rita looked over.

Gilderoy Lockhart pushed his way through the crowd.

He made his way through the crowd and came to Rita.

He saw John, "My friend, what's the matter with you?"

He was about to pass, but was stopped by Rita.

"Why did you come here?"

Lockhart's prosperity cannot do without Rita's help, so the relationship between the two is very familiar.

Hearing Rita's question, Lockhart said angrily, "As his friend, Gilderoy Lockhart will not just sit idly by."

Rita was slanderous when she heard the words, but Lockhart didn't care about the atmosphere at all.

Now what John needs is to be alone.

"Okay, I'll wait for him here." Lockhart looked around, but couldn't see the chair.

Rita gave him a blank look.

Someone came over again.

Sophie brought Lupin over, but he consciously didn't bother.

Lupine looked at the figure and said in a daze, "He's not yet twenty."

Looking at the people of the International Federation of Wizards who were waiting there, too much hope was about to be weighed down at this age.

Lucius came over, he just came back from the appeasement work.

As long as there is the name of John Wick, it is like a calming agent, which makes people feel at ease.

Don't know who initiated it.

More and more shamans are coming to Bhutan.

They have a perfect understanding, and no one is close to that place.

They just waited quietly.

Waiting for their hero, their leader.

"France has stabilized, and Edgar is in charge of Germany." Lucius said to Mr. Diggory beside him, "The saints are spreading the words of purging, and those ignorant civilians have been bewitched a lot."

"It's a disaster, but we have Lord Wick," said Mr Diggory.

"Yes, Lord Wick."

Lucius looked over.

Theodore was in the crowd, his concentration unprecedented.

at this time.

There was a sudden explosion behind John.

Little Barty looked at the lonely back.

He walked over.

Lockhart was full of doubts: "How can he pass?"

Rita was also hesitating whether to stop her.

"Little Barty?" John finally spoke.

His voice revealed numbness, and he said, "Your father is dead."

Little Barty paused slightly, and continued to move forward.

He came to John and looked at the young face.

He knelt down slowly and moved his hand to his heart. He knelt down on one knee, extremely pious and serious.

"Then please avenge him, king."

This sentence caused a ray of light to appear in John's godless eyes.

"Son of Barty Crouch, the only descendant of the Crouch family, follow you, like my father, and become John Wick's friend."

John raised his head slowly, his gaze passed over little Barty, and looked behind him.

The sun shines on the ruins.

He saw it.

As far as the eye can see, the people who follow closely.

"Then take revenge."

...