Chapter 669 For the Sense of Justice in My Heart!

"He is my son Barty Jr. This photo was taken last year, but I think it won't change much now." Crouch said with emotion.

"Thanks, Mr. Crouch, the information you provided should be helpful." After Ivan looked at it for a few times, he put the photo away.

"No, I'm the one who caused you trouble!" Crouch shook his head and said with a wry smile, then looked at Ivan, hesitated for a while, and asked again.

"Hals, let me ask you this, why are you so obsessed with finding my son Barty Jr.?"

Crouch was puzzled by this.

Naturally, he didn't ask Barty Jr. to excuse him. On the contrary, he hoped that his son would be caught as soon as possible to make up for the mistakes he had made before.

But Crouch believes that such matters should be left to the responsibility of the principal and teachers. Shouldn't children as old as Ivan focus on study and life?

What's more, Ivan is still a Hogwarts Warrior and has just won the second game. Logically speaking, this is the time when he is so angry that he is celebrating with his friends.

"Mr. Crouch, Harry is my best friend. Now that he is in danger, of course I can't let him go..." Ivan explained.

There is another important reason that Ivan did not say out loud, that is, Barty Crouch Jr. planned to send Harry to Voldemort so that the Dark Lord could be reborn.

In order to survive for a few more years, Ivan thought it would be better to disrupt Voldemort's resurrection plan. This was why he was so concerned.

Is it for friends and the sense of justice in your heart? Crouch looked at Ivan with a complicated expression. Once upon a time, he had a similar idea...

Crouch patted Ivan on the shoulder with emotion, said a few words of encouragement, and then turned and left.

With new clues, Ivan stopped talking to Crouch and walked all the way downstairs towards the auditorium.

Entering the foyer, Ivan found that he had arrived a little late. The long tables in the four major colleges were already full of people. Fortunately, Harry, Ron, and Hermione left an empty seat for him. Ivan hurried over and sat down. Come down.

"Ivan, where have you been? George and the others held a celebration party in the lounge in the afternoon, but they didn't wait for you." Harry asked curiously.

"I found an empty classroom to practice magic there... You know, I never like to attend celebrations. If I have that time, I might as well read two more books." Ivan said vaguely, using his wand After clicking on the empty plate in front of him, a fragrant steak appeared in front of him.

"You should have told me in advance. If I had known, I wouldn't have gone." Harry sighed, thinking of the "enthusiastic" Gryffindors in the afternoon, he wanted to find a crack in the ground and burrow into it.

Due to Ivan's absence, most of the little lions shifted their firepower to him, constantly asking him to recount the dangerous experiences at the bottom of the lake, seemingly never getting tired of hearing them.

George and Fred even made his rescue of Ginny into a touching love story, and jokingly called Ginny his most beloved baby...

Harry kept complaining about George and Fred's pranks, but Ivan on the side didn't hear what Harry was saying at all. His attention had long been focused on the little wizards who liked sweets.

But Ivan looked around and soon found that it was too difficult to find Barty Crouch Jr. based on his sweet tooth.

Because most little wizards have a special preference for sweets. If we check one by one, how long will it take to check?

Ivan frowned, very disappointed. He thought he had got a key clue that could be used to find out Little Barty, but now it seems that this clue has limited effect.

Bang~

Just as Ivan was thinking, a crisp sound suddenly came from the foyer, interrupting his thoughts.

Ivan turned his head and looked over there strangely, and found that the reckless Neville had accidentally bumped into Moody, who was about to leave the auditorium. There was an overturned plate on the ground, and the pastries in it were so random. of scattered on the ground.

"Hug... I'm sorry, Professor Moody... I didn't mean to do it!" Neville stumbled and sat down on the ground. When he looked up, he saw Moody's face covered with scars, and for a moment he couldn't speak clearly.

"Be more careful next time, kid!" Moody said angrily, pulled Neville up from falling on the ground, then used his cane and cast a cleaning spell to collect the broken plates and pastries into the trash. Bag.

"Is Professor Moody always like this?" Ivan looked at this scene from a distance, and with a thought in his mind, he suddenly asked.

"Of course, Professor Moody just looks fierce, but he is actually a very nice person." Harry nodded. After more than half a semester of contact, his impression of Moody was getting better and better.

Although Moody is usually very strict in class, they can always learn a lot of new knowledge in Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"Yeah, it would be better if Professor Moody could be a little more normal and not always suspect that someone is trying to kill him!" Ron on the side also complained.

"I'm not asking you this." Ivan rolled his eyes, "I mean have you noticed that Professor Moody likes to eat some desserts after meals."

Harry and Ron looked at each other, and then shook their heads together. Who cares about this?

Ivan sighed, knowing that he could not count on them, so he thought back to himself. He vaguely remembered that during the first semester of school, he had seen Moody taking some pastries and donuts after the meal. Something like that, but I don’t know if it happens often.

"Professor Moody does have the habit of eating desserts... What's wrong? Why do you ask?" Hermione suddenly said.

"Are you sure?" Ivan put his hand on Hermione's shoulder and asked eagerly.

"I heard from the house elves in the kitchen that Professor Moody would sometimes go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to ask them to prepare supper." Hermione pouted and said dissatisfiedly, and then seemed to start talking. Same, he continued talking nonstop.

"Those house elves are pitiful enough. They have to be busy during the day, responsible for cleaning the entire castle and preparing food for us. At night, they should have a good rest, but there are always people disturbing them in the middle of the night!"

Speaking of this, Hermione also glanced at Ivan, because from the information she learned, Ivan would occasionally go to the kitchen in the middle of the night to force the house elves to cook.