Chapter 638 Get Out of My Brain Right Away!

Seeing that Crouch was willing to give in, Ivan breathed a sigh of relief, and then used the wand to force Crouch to stay away from the fireplace.

However, Crouch had no intention of moving. He couldn't see Ivan in the invisible state, but he guessed Ivan's identity from his voice, and his words suddenly became tougher.

"Hals, I don't know why you would be willing to follow Alastor into my office, but I hope you understand that attacking a senior employee of the Ministry of Magic is a serious crime, enough to land you in Azkaban." Stay there for a while! If you regret it now, it’s still too late..."

"It's not necessarily us who should go to Azkaban...Barty!" Moody sneered a few times. "I now accuse you of secretly changing the rules of the competition, casting a confusion spell on the Goblet of Fire, and attempting to murder Harry Potter!"

"I murdered Harry Potter?" Barty Crouch laughed angrily at Moody's words, "What reason do I have for doing this?"

"Also, do you have a search warrant and arrest warrant from the Ministry of Magic? Who allowed you to investigate me privately? Investigate the director of the Department of International Cooperation and Exchange?" Barty Crouch said fiercely.

Moody automatically ignored Barty Crouch's words, pointed his wand at Crouch, and said emphatically. "I think that letter is proof! Give it to me, quick!"

Barty Crouch said nothing and just looked at Moody indifferently.

The latter became increasingly impatient and took a few steps forward to grab it himself.

At this time, Barty Crouch suddenly spoke.

"I can show you the letter... there's nothing scandalous in it!"

While speaking, Barty Crouch handed over the envelope he was holding in his hand and continued angrily. "I hope you won't regret it!"

"I can't!" Moody grinned ferociously, grabbed the letter, shook it, and checked it.

"What's written on it?" Ivan asked quickly. He also wanted to go up and check, but he was worried that Crouch would do something wrong while they were distracted.

Moody did not directly answer Ivan's words, but looked at Crouch suspiciously and asked. "What have you been looking for these past few months? Or... looking for someone?"

"This is my private matter, I have no obligation to answer you!" Crouch didn't have any instinct of being a prisoner, and his attitude was very tough. He glared at Moody and said. "You should have finished reading it, right? That letter couldn't be more ordinary!"

"That's not necessarily true. I advise you to be honest, Barty!" Moody grabbed Crouch's robe and said viciously.

"I can't believe you would spend so long doing something so unimportant.

I asked Bagman, and he said that you had not been seen for several months and had left the Triwizard Cup affairs to him. My friends in the Department of Cooperation and Exchange have never seen you return to the Ministry of Magic... In addition, I just said I checked the files on your desk and you haven't touched them! "

"It must be something very important and urgent for you to put down all these tasks at the same time. I guess you have to do it very secretly, right?"

Moody's words were very sharp, and the large magic eye was staring at the changes in Crouch's expression.

Ivan on the side was also staring at Crouch, but what disappointed him was that no matter what Moody said, Crouch's expression was extremely calm, without any change.

But thinking about it, Ivan felt that it was normal. Crouch was the former executive director and had risen all the way from Auror. The ordinary questioning methods were meaningless to him.

"Have you had enough trouble? Alastor? These are my private matters and have nothing to do with Potter!" Barty Crouch broke off Moody's hand, looked at the two of them, and said sternly. "I would like to meet Dumbledore and ask him how he manages his teachers and students!"

Moody clutched the letter in his hand, and his ferocious face kept twitching, and for a moment he seemed to be riding a tiger.

"Can you show me that letter?" Ivan asked suddenly.

Moody turned his head and threw the letter in his hand without hesitation.

Ivan reached out to take it, opened the envelope and looked at it a few times, and found that the content of the letter was very vague - the sender probably hoped that Barty Crouch could be given some time to relax, because he wanted to be famous in the UK with just one photo. It is very difficult to find certain clues...

Ivan had to admit that Crouch was very cautious. This letter did not reveal much useful information at all, but when he thought of Crouch's previous anomalies, the suspicion in his mind came to mind again.

"Have you thought of anything? Hals?" Moody noticed the change in Ivan's expression and asked.

"You can show that note to our Mr. Crouch!" Ivan said casually, and then picked up the Daily Prophet to make a final confirmation.

Moody was dissatisfied with Ivan's showy behavior, curled his lips, took out the parchment with some burnt corners from the pocket of the wizard's robe, and turned it over.

"Do you recognize this handwriting?" Moody asked.

Crouch was a little confused at first as to what the two men were doing, but after he saw the scrawled handwriting clearly,

But there was a huge wave in my heart.

He tried hard to suppress his emotions so as not to expose his flaws in front of Moody.

However, the power was broken in the next second.

"You recognize this handwriting, don't you? This is written by someone you know very well..." Ivan threw the letter and the Daily Prophet on the table, staring at Crouch's eyes, very sure. said.

"No, you are mistaken, I don't have any impression..." Crouch shook his head, with an unnatural expression on his face.

"You're lying!" Ivan interrupted Crouch. Under the perception of Legilimency, the other person's fluctuating emotions were as conspicuous to him as a candlelight in the dark night!

Ivan tried to take a step closer. Crouch's panic was building up bit by bit. He avoided Ivan's eyes, but the light words still reached his ears truthfully, and every sentence was like It was to dig out the deep secrets in his brain.

"He lost it, didn't he?"

"You've been looking for him these past few months, looking for him like crazy! You're worried that something will happen to him, or that something will happen to him, and you're even more worried that he'll be caught by others and affect your career!"

"After all...he is (your son!)"

Ivan was unable to say the last few words because Crouch's mood had completely collapsed. He didn't care about the wand on his neck and lifted Ivan up by the collar.

"Get... out of my brain right now!" Crouch yelled.

"Let him go, Barty!" Moody rushed up immediately, pulled Crouch's hand away, and kicked Crouch to the ground.