Chapter 1156 The Most Dangerous Thing in History...

The salty, bitter, cold water poured hard on my face.

Barty Crouch Jr. woke up suddenly, gasping for air.

The hazy feeling disappeared temporarily, as if I had had a long nightmare.

He felt like he was back in control of his body again - something that had happened only a handful of times in the past decade.

It was obvious that the Imperius Curse the old man had placed on him was temporarily ineffective.

However, before he could appreciate the long-lost feeling of "sobriety", a strong sense of danger made his heart stagnate.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the dazzling white light made his eyes hurt. The familiar sofa and old walls in the living room were gone, replaced by a cold metal table and gray metal walls. Little Barty was sure There is absolutely no place like this in my own home.

Immediately afterwards, the biting cold made him shiver, and he was horrified to find that he had been stripped naked at some point.

Barty Crouch Jr. looked around uneasily. There was no one around, only a pipe that was still dripping.

"Twinkle?! Twinkle—"

Only his own voice echoed in the empty room, which only increased his inner uneasiness.

If it had been normal, the house elf serving the Crouch family would have appeared in front of him with fear.

but now……

"It is a pity that your house elf is not here."

A certain voice sounded in the room, and Barty Crouch Jr. turned his head sharply, only to see something embedded in the corner of the room.

It looks like a black square honeycomb, and the sound seems to be coming from there.

"Who?! Where are you?! What do you want to do?!"

"Hey, it seems you haven't figured out your situation yet, Mr. Crouch——"

The voice did not answer, but chuckled, unhurriedly.

"Are you still expecting your father to save you? What a pity, old Barty Crouch is so busy right now that he has no time to take care of you. Besides, maybe he is looking forward to seeing you more than the Ministry of Magic. A corpse appeared before him instead of a living person."

"As to why you are here, and who we are..."

The voice paused for a moment, and Barty Crouch Jr. felt as if there were eyes in front of him looking at him.

However, when he raised his head and looked forward, he only saw a cold wall and a huge mirror.

And in the center of the mirror, a green dark mark quietly emerged.

As Barty Crouch Jr. gradually opened his eyes, the voice gradually became gloomy and cruel, as if a different person was speaking.

"The Lestranges are loyal, and when Azkaban is captured, they will get the reward they dream of - and you, a traitor who relied on your father at the Ministry of Magic to escape death, are their best chance of getting out of prison." A gift. But before that, you have some special uses."

"After all, although you are a despicable and dirty traitor, you still know some of Barty Crouch Sr.'s secrets."

"Don't worry, you can struggle and resist as much as you want. We still have quite a lot of time to slowly take out those..."

"Wait, wait?! My master, master, master, are you?!"

Like a flash of lightning, that voice instantly overlapped with a vague voice in Barty Crouch Jr.'s mind.

He rushed forward with some madness and excitement, tremblingly looking at the mirror that reflected his pale face and the Dark Mark. Although he could not see any other figures, he knew that the supreme and omnipotent The Dark Lord, his master must be able to see him.

"Master, master, please listen to my explanation. I have never betrayed you. I am always looking forward to hearing from you..."

"Lying - I smell shame, smell the stench of lies!"

The voice interrupted coldly and sneered.

"I'm very disappointed, I'm very disappointed. I thought you would be as proud as Mr. and Mrs. Lestrange and scold those officials, instead of crying and praying for mercy like a dog wagging its tail... Of course , you traitors, I know, you must have believed that I am dead, thinking that I am finished, hoping to sneak back among my enemies, claiming that you are innocent, unknowingly, and under the Imperius Curse..."

"No, no...Master, please listen to my explanation, I have never -"

Barty Crouch Jr. trembled all over. He seemed to want to retreat, but he didn't dare to move.

"Never, never, lie in front of the great Lord Voldemort——"

The voice said calmly, and Barty Crouch Jr. felt as if his hairs were standing on end, as some kind of ominousness was surrounding him.

The next second, a magic spell suddenly appeared from nowhere.

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

Barty Crouch Jr. curled up like a cooked prawn, writhing in pain and screaming on the ground. Severe pain took over everything, and he didn't know where he was... The white-hot knife pierced every inch of his skin, and he wanted to pull out his bones.

Then it all stopped, and Barty Crouch Jr. struggled to his feet, shaking uncontrollably.

"Please, Master, please... forgive me! Please..."

"Get up, little Barty, stand up." The voice said softly, coldly and calmly.

"You beg me to forgive? No... I will not forgive. I will not forget. Those long dark years... I want you to pay off the debt of more than ten years before I forgive you. The reason why you are still alive is It's just because you didn't betray your companions in exchange for freedom like those other despicable traitors - of course, he was caught and executed soon - as for whether you are loyal or not, the great Voldemort will soon know... "

"Master, master - I will never betray you, that old guy..."

Barty Crouch Jr. said anxiously, cursing Barty Crouch Sr., racking his brains to express his loyalty.

However, his subsequent words were not conveyed to the "master".

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Behind the huge glass, dozens of researchers in white coats and wizards in black stood there.

Unlike the mirror seen by Barty Crouch Jr., the double-sided mirror can easily observe everything happening in the room, and the magic attack port modified based on the Hyperion's magic weapon system allows the wizard in black to Overcome physical barriers and easily control the situation.

As the words of "The Great Voldemort" gradually fell, the microphone synchronization was turned off.

All the words of Barty Crouch Jr. will be recorded by the recorder, organized into documents, and uploaded to the organization for safekeeping.

Now, the "Human Body Remodeling Project Team" is conducting phased assessments and summary briefings, and discussing subsequent work plans.

"How feasible is your magic? Mr. Singed."

Amonev frowned and turned to look at the wizard who was looking through the information.

"The ashes of our fathers, the flesh and blood of our subordinates, the blood of our enemies... these things, plus that Horcrux embryo, can be boiled in a pot to form an adult body? Although I know that the principle of classical conservation is not so true in the magical world. It works, but is it too weird?!”

"We have discussed this issue before. This is actually a combination of alchemy and potion, a compound magic involving conceptual stripping-"

The wizard named Singed put down the information in his hand and explained in a calm tone.

If Barty Crouch Jr. were present, he would be surprised to find that the voice of this wizard is somewhat similar to that of "Voldemort" just now.

"At least based on literature, alchemy calculation records, and potion common sense, these steps seem feasible."

"Not to mention that these are all confirmed by Miss Fool's prophecy. As for whether it is feasible or not, anyway, all the experimental materials have been applied for now. Just try it and you will know. By the way, one last statement, the person here can do it, but the golden cup You'd better be careful, if that thing is broken, it may be difficult to apply for important supplies of the same level in the future - our project team will be directly blacklisted."

"Well, but I've always had a question, team leader..."

At this moment, a witch standing behind Singed glanced at Crouch and couldn't help but ask.

"Compared to Horcruxes and ashes, as time goes by, the Death Eater will always realize that something is wrong. Once he begins to doubt 'Voldemort' and no longer considers himself a follower of the other party in his heart, at that time, What are we going to do with these 'betrayers'?"

"Deal with it? No, no no - we are not the most vicious villains like the Death Eaters..."

Xingid looked at his new assistant with a strange expression, and said righteously, with a meaningful smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

"Miss Cassandra, what would you do if you woke up one day and found that your alarm clock was ten minutes late?"

"Of course, turn it back," Cassandra quickly replied.

"Well, that's right." Singed laughed happily.

"Now you know what the answer is-"

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The British Ministry of Magic, an extraordinary hall.

This is the main meeting hall of the Wizengamot Court and the place where the Wizards' Union was founded.

Due to the special significance it carries, this hall is rarely used during normal times, and there are no documents or valuables.

Perhaps because of this, this was the only room in the Ministry of Magic that survived the catastrophe last night.

At this time, the layout of the former Union Parliament Hall was restored.

There were wizards from all over the world sitting on every seat. Cornelius Fudge was presiding over the meeting, while Dumbledore was sitting on his side. Each wizard held a shining wand in his hand. Some people have a white dot of light, while others have a red front of their wand.

Generally speaking, white light spots account for the vast majority, and when you look at it, it is almost a pure white dreamy star spot.

Under the central steps of the conference hall, Kingsley Shacklebolt was patiently counting the number of light spots floating in the air.

Beside him, there was a tall blond witch who was also counting the values.

"... 60 votes were in favor, 17 were against, and 8 abstained."

"The numbers on my side are also the same, 60 votes in favor, 17 votes against, and 8 abstentions."

The two said one after another, looking towards the heads of the magical government and authorities in the magical world directly in front of them.

"Thank you so much--"

Cornelius Fudge nodded slightly, looked around, and said seriously.

"Then, the proposal for the establishment of S.H.I.E.L.D. will be officially implemented from today. The functions and structure of the original joint organization will also be integrated into S.H.I.E.L.D. as discussed before, to jointly maintain peace and order in the global magical world."

"In the early days of its establishment, Albus Dumbley served as the temporary director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and was responsible for the initial screening of personnel for various positions."

"Now, let's start the second item today. At the same time, it is also the last item to discuss..."

Cornelius Fudge coughed slightly, looked at the thin parchment in his hand, and swallowed unnaturally.

"A beheading campaign against the most dangerous Dark Lord of all time, Tom Riddle."

"Or……"

"The Dark Lord's plan!"

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