Chapter 405 Make a Fool of Yourself

"Mr. Crouch, please go this way." Filch, wearing his old tuxedo, politely led Barty Crouch to a small conference room.

Crouch looked depressed, withered and sallow, and his dry skin was full of wrinkles. He walked side by side with another Ministry of Magic official in his 40s with a gloomy face. They were surrounded by a few strong, red-faced proud Ro.

Through the window of the castle, they saw that by the lake, Allen was urging Harry to practice the bubble head spell.

"Now, Mr. Montrose and I will secretly use Legilimency on your brother with the highest score to see who is his most precious. There is no danger in Hogwarts, so you don't need these guards to follow, Fudge is really weak In order to bring a few more bodyguards for myself, he simply stipulated that officials must have Auror guards when they travel." Crouch impatiently waved to Albert beside him.

Albert raised his hand to signal the other Aurors to stop, then turned his head and said to Crouch, "Mr. Crouch, but at least let me go with you."

Crouch stared at Albert for a long time, and Albert showed no sign of weakness. Crouch snorted coldly, and walked ahead first.

"If you want to get Alan's inner thoughts, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it if you exhaust your magic power." Albert narrowed his eyes, left Crouch and Mr. Montrose, and thought calmly.

"Is this distance enough?" Crouch asked in a low voice.

"It's enough, it'll be fine soon." A hoarse voice sounded like his throat had been torn.

Albert wrapped his arms around his chest, leaned against the big tree beside him, and watched their movements with a smile.

Montrose shook his hair easily, drew out his wand, and pointed it at Allen.

"Hey, I didn't expect this Alan Harris to have such an affair in addition to the three little witches shown in the survey results. His emotional life is rich enough." Montrose stared wide-eyed, watching being trained by Alan in the water Fleur, flushed with excitement at the thought.

Crouch casually glanced at the young wizards by the lake. A master with Legilimency would have no problem dealing with a young wizard who hadn't graduated yet.

Allen by the lake looked towards Crouch and the others without a trace. Just when he picked up the wand, the emotional fluctuations towards the target before casting the spell were detected by Allen's recent continuous training of "Legiliency" , Montrose's thought-secret actions have already been known by Allen.

Montrose rubbed his eyes vigorously, and leaned forward involuntarily, as if he could get closer to the world he was exploring.

"What's wrong?" Crouch asked casually.

Montrose ignored Crouch at all. In his mind, he seemed to have come to a hotel with the number 237 on the door. He pushed open the door. It looked neat and tidy, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Immediately afterwards, he pushed open the door of the bathroom. Behind a transparent white gauze curtain, in the bathroom, sat a young and beautiful fruit girl quietly.

Montrose froze, blond hair, light gray eyes, just his favorite type.

Guo Nu didn't speak, she stood up and walked slowly towards Montrose, Montrose completely forgot everything, couldn't hold back, and kissed Guo Nu together, lips and teeth touching, the kiss was passionate and selfless.

Suddenly, Montrose stopped, his eyes horrified, and he saw in the bathroom mirror that the fruit in his arms had turned into an old and rotting corpse.

Panicked, Montrose pushed the rotting corpse away, opened his hands, and shook his head as he backed away.

Guo Nu laughed and rushed to Montrose.

"Don't come here," Montrose screamed in horror, "Get out of here, don't come here..."

Montrose was stumbling across the lawn with trembling legs, his wand thrown aside, his hands still waving wildly in the air.

A yellow liquid flowed down his trousers.

Crouch frowned and waved his wand,

Trying to wake up Montrose, but it didn't work.

After reacting, Crouch looked at Allen by the lake and shouted loudly: "Alan Harris, stop!"

The air on the lawn seemed to be stagnant, and everyone looked at Crouch who suddenly appeared.

Allen walked towards Crouch innocently: "Mr. Crouch, what advice do you have?"

The little wizards on the lawn and by the lake also surrounded him.

"Alan Harris, we have no malicious intentions. The use of Legilimency on you is just to confirm who you miss the most, so that you can use her as a hostage in the competition. Please also release the magic on him." Crouch Mr. was in a hurry, and didn't notice that he had revealed the secret of the game.

The little wizards around looked at Crouch and Allen excitedly, they seemed to know something they shouldn't know.

Crouch realized his slip of the tongue, and his expression became more gloomy. This Alan Harris has such outstanding strength at such a young age. In time, he may become the pillar of the Harris family.

Thinking of his useless son, violent emotions continued to spread in his heart: "Harris, aren't you afraid of hurting your classmates when you fight back so fiercely?"

"I'm sure there is no Legilimency master among my classmates." Alan replied loudly.

"The master of Occlumency can make the Legilimency unaware that what he detects is fake news. The Legilimency master you brought never thought that I, as a student, can have such advanced Occlumency, So I was completely defenseless." Allen raised his eyebrows pretending to be complacent, "What's more, I also added illusion magic, it's normal for him to suffer."

"What about the game? We can't choose a hostage if you do this. This is a difficult problem. We have to go back and discuss with others how to proceed with the game. Now, please let Mr. Montrose return to normal." Crouch lowered his voice While lowering his voice, he also lowered his posture.

In full view, Allen did not embarrass Mr. Crouch, and lifted the magic on Montrose without a trace of resistance.

Montrose stood there with dazed eyes, gradually regained clarity, blushed, and fled the lawn ashamedly without even taking care of his wet pants, before he even had time to say a word to Mr. Crouch.

"Thank you." Mr. Crouch thanked stiffly, suppressing his dissatisfaction in his voice.

Without waiting for Allen to reply, Crouch glared at Albert, who was smiling secretly beside him, and motioned for him to follow and quickly left the lawn.

At Hogwarts, news always travels fast, and it is no longer a secret that the Tournament will choose the person the warrior misses the most as a hostage.

Regarding whether to directly ask the warriors, the referees kept arguing. They didn't know who passed it on, and the content of the debate quickly spread throughout Hogwarts.