Chapter 345 It’s All Barty Crouch’s Fault!

Chapter 345 It’s all Barty Crouch’s fault!

At the edge of the battlefield, the Death Eaters were now panicking.

After Harley had cleared out all the soldiers attacking her and easily seized control of the magic that Voldemort had prepared in advance, the Death Eaters already had an ominous premonition in their hearts.

However, most Death Eaters were lucky and believed that Voldemort's strength could easily suppress a fourteen-year-old girl.

In addition, Voldemort has now been resurrected, which is full of deterrence.

And his behavior of ignoring Voldemort in the past thirteen years has made his old master mark them in his heart.

Therefore, no Death Eater dared to escape at all, and even continued to cheer.

In the end, who would have thought that this group of Death Eaters still had a certain degree of confidence in their boss and did not abandon Voldemort. However, Voldemort threw his men on the spot and escaped alone.

Voldemort even had the time to take away the pet snake, but he didn't even look at his servant.

Although the Death Eaters had already expected this in their hearts, after all, the group of Death Eaters gathered now were indeed the most standard weeds, falling with the wind.

They followed Voldemort when he was strong. When Voldemort fell, they offered their loyalty to the Ministry of Magic and claimed that they were innocent people controlled by the Imperius Curse.

It can be guessed that Voldemort didn't care about such a group of Death Eaters who were even less loyal than dogs.

But this does not prevent Death Eaters from feeling uncomfortable! You obviously just said that we are your brothers and friends!

More importantly, they can't escape now even if they want to.

Many Death Eaters are constantly trying to apparate, but they have been interfered by invisible interference and cannot succeed at all.

And when Lucius Malfoy and other Death Eaters who were the richest and had house elves at home tried to let the house elves they had arranged in advance take them to escape, they discovered that there were loopholes in this traditional defense line. The time seemed to be blocked as well.

As for resistance...are you kidding me? Didn’t you see the powerful Dark Lord running away?

Although they did not dare to speak directly about Voldemort's character and virtue, the Death Eaters knew deep down in their hearts how much that thing weighed and how many copper knuts it was worth.

However, this group of Voldemort's henchmen still highly recognized Voldemort's attainments in black magic.

If it weren't for Voldemort's terrifying black magic and his ideas that were in line with their own interests, they wouldn't have gathered under Voldemort's command.

Even the great Dark Lord couldn't defeat his opponent, and finally fled in panic, not daring to look back.

In this case, instead of resisting, it would be better to lie down and die happily.

At this time, all eyes were fixed on Harley's slowly walking figure, their eyes filled with despair.

This time... it seems that death is really imminent!

There were even some unsatisfied Death Eaters who simply knelt down and used a standard Doge seat in an attempt to offer their loyalty to Harley and give themselves a chance to survive.

All kinds of graceful and flattering words flowed out of their mouths for free. It seemed that if Harry wanted to, these Death Eaters would be happy to lick Harry's muddy high heels with their mouths.

Some Death Eaters even said without hesitation that they could help Harley take off her pair of white stockings without using her hands, and directly lick her bare feet clean to show their loyalty.

In response, Harley kicked the Death Eater to the ground with a clean kick, causing blood to flow from his forehead.

The slender and sharp heel of the high-heeled shoe also stepped hard on his hand, causing the Death Eater to let out a shrill scream.

No wonder Harley had such a big reaction.

To put it more seriously, this kind of pervert, who is either astringent or hungry every day, has no future! He deserves to go to hell!

To put it mildly...she is not a beautiful little witch, but she actually dares to spy on the immortal witch! That is a crime worthy of death!

The pleading of his colleagues was of no use. All the Death Eaters were completely heartbroken and were waiting for the massacre to happen at any time.

But what Harry said next made all the Death Eaters' eyes light up, and they felt the hope of life.

"I can give you a chance, a chance to escape."

Harry's voice was cold and biting, but in the ears of the Death Eaters, it was so gentle and lovely, like the most beautiful sound of nature.

"Next, I will remove all magic here except the anti-Apparition spell."

"And you can run as much as you want. As long as you run out of the area covered by the anti-Apparition spell, you can leave a dog's life behind."

"certainly……"

Harley paused for a moment, with a slightly evil smile on her face.

"During this period, I will hunt you down. If you are caught up, you will die."

"Do you have any objections? None? It seems that you are very wise and have not chosen to give your life to me now and let your soul go to see Merlin."

"So, I hope you have a good time in this cat-and-mouse game. The game begins!"

As soon as Harry finished speaking, the group of Death Eaters who were always paying attention immediately jumped up and fled in all directions.

Everyone held the mentality of "a dead Taoist friend will never die a poor Taoist", and while running wildly, they threw various disturbing spells at other people.

Harley stared at their backs with interest, but did not take action directly.

She suddenly discovered an interesting phenomenon. Even though she had done nothing, several Death Eaters had been knocked to the ground by spells from their colleagues.

"Interesting, really interesting." Harley shook her head gently.

"Sure enough, they are a group of decadent wizard nobles who have been pampered for too long and only think about pursuing their own interests."

"I was still a little hesitant at first, but now I feel from the bottom of my heart that it is really appropriate to use you as materials for the ceremony."

"After all... there is no room for such incompetent waste in my magical world!"

Green light flashed in Harry's eyes, and a faint blue halo spread instantly, catching up with all the Death Eaters.

Most of the Death Eaters just trembled and felt something integrated into their bodies, but they did not dare to look back at all and continued to flee forward.

After stepping outside the boundary of the "Anti-Apparition Curse", these Death Eaters did not dare to stay for a moment, and immediately apparated and left this land of right and wrong.

Of course, more than ten lifelike ice sculptures were left in situ.

Harley walked forward slowly, and suddenly large thunderclouds appeared in the sky again.

Thunder and lightning struck half of the ice sculptures accurately, and the Death Eaters inside suddenly lost all life.

"All the materials for the ceremony are enough..." Harley nodded.

Hedwig also flew down from the air, with a huge camera hanging around her neck.

"Have you taken all the photos that should be taken?" Harley looked at Hedwig.

"Of course, I am the one who will lead the way for future audiences!" Hedwig raised her neck proudly.

"I am destined to be the fantasy bird in the future. How could I not even be able to do this little thing well?"

"Then come on, by the way, be careful of someone looking at you." Harley took the camera and joked casually.

Hedwig immediately shrank her neck and used her wings to humanely block the bird's beak.

After a while, Hedwig couldn't restrain her inner curiosity and began to study the ice sculpture again. At the same time, she asked Harry:

"Sister Harley, are you ready to be promoted to 'Disaster Witch' now?"

"Of course not now." Harley glanced at the mechanical watch in her hand, "This battle has been going on for an hour."

"Promotion will take longer, so let's wait until midnight today."

"As for now, it's time to go back. Next, it's time for a change in the magic world."

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"...There was no accident at all!" In the principal's office, Fudge was slamming the table.

Although he had just been hit by the Cruciatus Curse an hour ago, and after Fudge regained consciousness, he was planning to apply for himself a First Class Medal of the Order of Merlin in the name of "being injured on the job but still standing on the job". Use the Ministry of Magic's public funds to go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries to prepare yourself the most luxurious ward for ten years.

But after Dumbledore and Fudge briefly said a few words, Fudge immediately changed dramatically.

The aftereffects of the Cruciatus Curse that he had always insisted existed had also disappeared, and his painful heart no longer twitched. He even became more lively than before.

All this was just because Professor Dumbledore told Fudge that Snape, the spy he had planted for Voldemort, felt the call from the Dark Mark on his left arm.

And this can only mean one thing - the Dark Lord Voldemort, who triggered the first British Wizarding War and brought endless fear to the people of the wizarding world, is back!

And Fudge has been quarreling because of Professor Dumbledore's statement until now, and he is not even willing to call Professor Dumbledore's name anymore.

"...Dumbledore, I emphasize again, the mysterious man cannot come back!"

Fudge kept dancing. Just now he was banging the table, and now he was holding his hands up and waving.

"He was defeated by Harry Potter that night thirteen years ago! He is permanently dead!"

"All the Death Eaters are staying well in Azkaban now. The only ones outside Azkaban are innocent people controlled by the Imperius Curse!"

"They have been controlled by the Imperius Curse for such a long time, and the damage they suffered is even more serious than the ordinary residents of the wizarding world!"

"Although they are victims, they have been donating gold galleons to the Ministry of Magic, using their own insignificant power to make up for the mistakes they made unconsciously!"

"Now the entire magical world is at peace, and all residents of the magical world live and work in peace and contentment, and their lives are sweet!"

"Please don't cause panic, Dumbledore!"

"Cornelly, since you insist on saying that, then I have to ask you two questions." Professor Dumbledore was also a little angry.

"What happened to old Barty Crouch? If he hadn't been controlled by the very powerful Imperius Curse, I don't believe he would do such a thing!"

"And Barty Crouch Sr.'s Occlumency and willpower are very powerful. Only Voldemort or the top Death Eaters can control him!"

"Also, how do you explain the change in the Dark Mark on Severus' arm?"

Fudge's reaction became more and more intense. Although he trembled when he heard the name "Voldemort", this did not prevent him from shouting louder than Professor Dumbledore:

"How do I know what is going on with this so-called spy you planted? Maybe he is just a clown who wants to sensationalize!"

"After all, he is a Slytherin, and he is still the dean of Slytherin House..."

Fudge instantly realized that there was something wrong with his words, which seemed to have hit his biggest supporters, the pure-blood family, so he immediately and decisively tried to change the topic.

But Professor Snape's face darkened.

Originally, Harry's disappearance had put Professor Snape in a very bad mood, with anger and worry filling his black eyes.

If Dumbledore hadn't suppressed Professor Snape and forcibly ordered him to stay, Professor Snape would have gone around the world looking for Harry.

He even had a vague suspicion in his mind, but he just didn't want to admit it.

As a result, Fudge now makes this stupid statement again, thinking that he is a clown who wants to cause trouble.

If so many people weren't staring at this place now, Professor Snape really wanted to pour his latest potion into this idiot's mouth.

"...As for that damn Crouch..."

Fudge has locked in a new target of his own, and since his mortal enemy has just died, he will not contradict himself.

And now, he is even more prepared to pin all the charges on Crouch, making it impossible for Crouch to stand up.

"...He obviously has a grudge against the Minister of Magic!" Fudge made the judgment that was most beneficial to him.

"I defeated Crouch in a head-on election, and because Crouch made an unforgivable mistake, I transferred him in accordance with the laws and regulations of the Ministry of Magic."

"It turned out that Crouch was so narrow-minded that he became jealous of me and attempted to murder me in public."

"After seeing that the murder failed, he chose to commit suicide! Yes, that's it!"

"It's all Crouch's fault!"

Fudge became more and more excited as he talked, and almost jumped up.

What a wonderful explanation this is. It can not only give confidence to the residents of the magical world, making everyone believe that the magical world is still stable and peaceful, but it can also completely discredit and discredit one's mortal enemy.

The only thing that made me feel a little regretful was that my dear old friend Crouch was dead, and his body was not intact. There was not even a piece of clothing left for him to build a burial mound.

Otherwise, Fudge must put him in the lowest cell of Azkaban Prison, let him live with the group of Death Eaters he personally tried, and at the same time let the dementors take more care of old Barty.

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