Chapter 662 Crouch

Fan Lin's figure quickly shuttled through the woods.

Just as Krum was defeated, another cold magic wave appeared in the Forbidden Forest. The feeling disappeared in a flash. It was obvious that it was the magic wave that was restrained by the instructions of his companions.

He and Krum must have been discovered, making such a big noise, you can feel it if you just pay a little attention.

It's impossible for creatures in the Forbidden Forest to perform magic, otherwise Hogwarts wouldn't let them stay here.

Fan Lin kept thinking, his Animagus form is really conspicuous, if he uses magic...

Suddenly, Fan Lin discovered that he had no good hiding methods. As long as he used his magic power, he would be discovered.

This is a difficult balance to maintain. If you want to get there quickly...

No, I can also use Apparition...

Fan Lin suddenly thought of this problem. As long as he followed the trajectory, he would have been discovered anyway...

Fan Lin's figure disappeared into the air, and then Fan Lin appeared in an open space.

There are many places like this in the Forbidden Forest, and it may not be clear whose habitat they belong to.

Fan Lin glanced around vigilantly, and there was no one around.

There should be nothing wrong with him, but why here...

Before Fan Lin could figure out what was going on, a blurry figure came out from behind Fan Lin.

"Save...save me...I finally escaped..."

"Escape?" Fan Lin reflexively wanted to treat the incoming man as an enemy and use his magic power to blast away, but the word "escape" made him hold the condensed magic power in his hand.

Fanlin's arm was immediately grabbed from behind.

"Barty Crouch?" Fan Lin screamed, "How could you..."

Fan Lin suddenly understood why Barty Crouch had escaped from Voldemort's control after feeling several breaths before.

This really surprised Fanlin.

Crouch was enslaved by the Imperius Curse, and was guarded by Barty Crouch Jr., as well as vampires. There was no doubt that it was impossible to escape.

But Barty managed to break free and disapparate to Hogwarts.

Suddenly, Barty's expression changed and returned to its previous appearance, that serious face, if his body did not tremble.

"Inform Weasley that I need to confirm the number of participants from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons." Crouch muttered about the Tri-Wizard Fighting Competition.

"Durmstrang?" Fan Lin was a little confused by Crouch.

"There is also their proposal. Fanlin Al is not allowed to participate in the Three Wizards Fighting Competition. I need to write a letter and send it to Dumbledore for me..."

Fanlin suddenly felt a little sad.

This is the effect of the soul-stealing curse. If the soul of a person who has been hit by the soul-stealing curse is not strong enough, it is easy for this kind of soul decomposition to occur if he breaks free.

But this also illustrates one thing. Crouch was attacked while working.

You know, this is the Ministry of Magic, but Crouch was attacked by Death Eaters with the Imperius Curse while he was working.

This is obviously a dereliction of duty by the Ministry of Magic, whose defense capabilities have never been reliable.

Fan Lin felt that Crouch was a little pitiful, but wasn't it his own fault?

A lax upbringing, poor traditional wizarding ideas, and Crouch's hands were not clean.

Crouch's expression kept changing, his face almost squeezed together, and then stretched out again, looking very painful.

Crouch rolled his eyes and muttered uncontrollably, his eyes a little distracted.

There is no doubt that his soul is completely divided. At least in Fan Lin's view, these are two people, one is extremely serious and the other is scared to death.

"Please, help me, I...I escaped from that place...that terrible place..." Crouch's voice could be considered a scream, and his hair was messy. Bad beard.

"He...he's back...he tortured me with magic...I need Simple Dumbledore..."

It's hard to imagine how Crouch could Apparate in such a state. It would be a miracle if he didn't split up halfway, but when it comes to Apparition...

"I will take you to see Dumbledore, but you have to stay here for a while and wait for me to help you solve some things." Fan Lin said.

He didn't want Crouch to die here. At least he came to Hogwarts. This was not Voldemort's final decision.

Fan Lin wiped his hand on his neck, and then an ice blue wand appeared in Fan Lin's hand.

"Reducio!"

A strange light flashed on Crouch's body, and then, Crouch disappeared on the spot.

"You're really calm." Fan Lin sneered twice, and he stared at the surrounding woods warily.

I tried my best to apparate here just to prevent myself from missing something.

Fortunately, he came quickly enough and he didn't miss anything exciting.

Crouch escaped, and those chasing him were undoubtedly Death Eaters.

Trevor was still staying in the castle, while Voldemort was surrounded by useful people, a few vampires and Barty Crouch Jr.

There is no doubt that the next two people include Barty Crouch Jr.

The guy who released the Dark Mark at the Quidditch World Cup was a fanatical follower of Voldemort, just as fanatical as Sirius' cousin.

People who are already dead should stay in hell. Hogwarts does not welcome such dead visitors.

Fan Lin had never let down his guard before, and even secretly prepared magic for Barty Crouch Jr. and his companions. However, Barty Crouch Jr.'s caution was somewhat beyond Fan Lin's expectations. He never took the bait. However, his teammates seemed a little helpless. For almost a moment, Fan Lin felt that he was about to be attacked.

However, hiding Crouch should be quite a surprise to them.

After mastering the Animagus, Fanlin's understanding of the human body became deeper and deeper. Little Barty probably didn't expect that he could hide Crouch with the shrinking spell.

Fan Lin stared at the darkness in the distance, where Fan Lin could clearly see a figure hiding behind the tree trunk.

It was already very dark, but this did not prevent Fan Lin from finding them.

Since Barty Crouch Jr. didn't take the bait, Fanlin didn't mind hitting him head-on. Anyway, it didn't make any difference. (To be continued)