Chapter 637 It Seems You Have Finally Gone Crazy, Alastor!

Ivan gripped the wand tightly. If he was discovered, he would take action immediately!

The sound of turning the door lock had stopped. The next moment, the office door was pushed open, and it was Barty Crouch who walked in!

The room was very quiet, you could hear a pin drop, only the slight sound of the door closing echoed.

In the distance, a blazing fireplace continuously delivers heat and dispels the severe cold in December.

Ivan, who was in the invisible state, turned his head slightly and stared at Crouch who closed the door and walked in. Compared to the meeting a few days ago, his state was even worse. His eye sockets were deeply sunken and his expression was depressed. It seemed that he had been in a state of depression for several days. Didn't get a good night's sleep.

Seeing this, Ivan turned his eyes and scanned Crouch's body for a while, trying to find the kettle containing polyjuice potion, but he found nothing.

During the hesitation, Barty Crouch had already walked towards this direction, apparently planning to sit down and take a rest.

Ivan held his breath and took a few steps back carefully to avoid bumping into Crouch directly. He was secretly glad that this room was carpeted, otherwise Crouch would have been able to hear him clearly from being so close. Footsteps.

Even so, when Barty Crouch walked by, Ivan was extremely nervous, fearing that the other party would see through his disguise or find something wrong in some details.

Although they had sorted out the things that had been moved before, due to the tight time schedule, there was no time to restore them 100%.

In addition, conspicuous depressions in the blanket on the floor may also give away their location.

However, nothing that Ivan was worried about happened. Crouch seemed a little absent-minded and had no intention of observing these details. He leaned back on the chair, and his tense expression slowly relaxed.

That serious, old-fashioned face was no longer as calm as before, and was full of pain, annoyance and decadence.

For twenty minutes, Crouch remained motionless, slumped in his chair, staring straight at the Daily Prophet.

Ivan stared at Crouch's every move. He tried to analyze the other person's mental state from Crouch's expression and movements. Finally, he vaguely thought of a possibility, but he was not sure.

At this moment, a blue flame suddenly erupted from the fireplace. Ivan quickly turned his head and looked over. A gray-white owl was flying out of the flame.

Crouch, who also saw this scene, looked excited. He suddenly stood up from his position, took off the letter tied at the owl's feet, and checked it with trembling.

After reading the contents of the letter, Crouch's face changed. His excitement gradually disappeared, and he became frighteningly depressed, as if he was a volcano about to erupt!

After a long silence, Crouch gripped the letter with his knuckles harder and harder. Finally, the expression on his face became ferocious. He kicked down the mahogany table in front of him and roared angrily.

"waste!"

With a muffled sound, the documents and newspapers on the table fell to the ground one after another, and the ink bottle originally placed on the corner of the table rolled all the way to the ground.

What a waste of time! Ivan rolled his eyes, if they had known this would happen they wouldn't have bothered to sort it out before.

But now is not the time to think about this. Ivan is even more curious about what was written in the letter that made Crouch so angry.

He stretched his neck hard to see the contents of the letter, but Crouch was some distance away from him. Unless he was willing to risk walking in front of Crouch, he would not be able to see anything.

After some venting, Barty Crouch slowly calmed down. He waved his wand to restore the overturned table and scattered documents on the floor. He grabbed another handful of Floo powder and walked towards the fireplace.

Ivan saw that Barty Crouch was preparing to leave here, frowned, and hesitated whether to take action now.

That letter may be very important evidence. If Crouch is allowed to leave, there will be no such good opportunity next time.

While Ivan was still hesitating, a red beam of light flew through the air, and Moody's voice rang in the office simultaneously.

"Expelliarmus~(Expelliarmus~)!"

Crouch didn't expect to be ambushed in his office. He was instantly hit by the curse. His body felt like it was being hit by a bull. He flew up in the air and fell heavily against the wall behind him. The wand in his hand He also came out of his hand and flew to one side in a spin.

A hand stretched out out of thin air and took the wand.

At the same time, the disembodiment spell on Moody also lost its effect, and his figure soon appeared in the office.

After all, Barty Crouch had experienced the Wizarding War, and even though he was older, his reaction was not slow. He took a heavy blow from the front, rolled his body several times, and quickly stood up.

The fireplace in front is already close at hand. As long as he throws the Floo powder in his hand, he can escape from here smoothly.

Some ideas flashed through Barty Crouch's mind, but unfortunately he was interrupted before he could implement them - because a sharp object was pressed against his neck.

Then, a slightly childish voice rang in his ears.

"Stay away from the fireplace, Mr. Crouch, and throw away the floo powder. It's best not to let me see what little tricks you are doing in private..."

Barty Crouch ignored the voice, and had no intention of following it. His eyes turned to the other side of the office.

"Alastor!" Barty Crouch looked at Moody and said every word, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

But he knew better what Moody's presence here meant, and anger suddenly filled his heart.

"It seems that you have finally gone crazy, Alastor! You actually broke into my office without permission, investigated my personal belongings, and even led someone to attack me..."

Barty Crouch snapped, but before he could finish speaking, a beam of light struck over, flew past his head, hit the window, and shattered the thick glass.

"Shut up, listen to him, do as he says, throw away the floo powder immediately! Don't let us say it a second time! You should know how I will deal with a prisoner!" Moody roared loudly, the top of his wand flickering vaguely Red red light may be emitted at any time.

Barty Crouch stared at Moody, as if he was weighing whether the other party had the courage to take action.

But talking about courage with a neurotic lunatic was tantamount to asking for trouble. Barty Crouch couldn't gauge whether Moody was crazy enough, so he gave in. He loosened his clenched left hand and said The lump of powder just slowly slipped from his palm.