Chapter 379: Mad-Eye Moody

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Ivan told this shocking fact, but seeing the expressions of Sirius and Mr. Weasley, he obviously didn't believe it.

"Barty helped his son escape from Azkaban?!" Mr. Weasley said in surprise, "How is this possible, he wouldn't do such a thing."

He looked at Ivan worriedly, then turned his head to look at Sirius.

Mr. Weasley had a panicked look on his face, not knowing what to do.

From the looks of it, he seemed to want the two of them to shout Happy April Fool's Day to him together.

"Evan, I thought you understood Crouch's nature just now!" Sirius continued to try to persuade, "Believe me, he wouldn't even excuse his son at the Wizengamot trial, Not to mention breaking the law to help him escape from prison! Anything that threatens his reputation, he must put aside, he has no fatherly love at all."

"But you also said that Crouch is ruthless. If there is a way to rescue his son without being discovered, why doesn't he do it?!"

"It's Azkaban, the most heavily guarded wizard prison!" Sirius said impatiently, "You will know what it looks like after you go and see it. How could Crouch be guarded by thousands of dementors?" Now, bring a living man out of there?"

"Dementors have no eyes, they can't see around, they can only feel the breath of creatures, which is the main reason why you were able to escape successfully in the first place." Ivan said persistently, "Crouch just needs to play a little trick , you can fool those dementors."

"What trick?" Sirius pursued, frowning tightly.

"Compound potion!" Ai Wen said softly, "He used compound potion to make his wife look like a son, and the dementors couldn't see it, they could only smell a healthy person and a dying person coming in, Smelling a healthy person and a dying person leaving."

After Ivan finished speaking, neither Mr. Weasley nor Sirius spoke.

The expressions on their faces were extremely shocked, as if they wanted to find out the loopholes in this plan, but after thinking for a long time, they found that there was no way to refute Ivan.

"Is there any proof?" Sirius asked.

"No!" Ivan shook his head, he really has no evidence, "If you are willing to search Crouch's home, use Veritaserum on him or check his wife's grave, maybe there will be some gains. "

"Crazy, completely crazy!" said Mr. Weasley, "Anyone who dares to propose to do these things to the most powerful official in the Ministry of Magic will immediately go home or be sent to the hospital for examination. With all due respect, on the safe side, I think you should take a look, too."

"Okay, Arthur!" Sirius said heavily, "Ivan is just under too much pressure. If we are also cursed, we must be no better than him."

"But......"

"These are all your reasoning, a crazy reasoning!" Sirius said, looking at Ai Wen seriously, as if meeting him for the first time, "Ai Wen, if I didn't know you very well, I would definitely think that you were Voldemort's curse has knocked him out of his wits."

"We'd better not talk about it!" whispered Mr. Weasley. "Barty Crouch helped his son escape from prison. It's crazy enough to think about."

"But what I just said may indeed happen." Ivan said.

To be honest, he was a little frustrated.

I have no way to convince Sirius, Mr. Weasley and others that the positive image of Barty Crouch is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

To continue talking is just to make others doubt themselves.

Revealing these in advance is just asking for trouble, only time will tell.

Since it is impossible to contain everything in the bud, we can only find a way in the next semester.

Then things will be easier with the help of the Marauder's Map.

"What you said could happen, but I still say that, you don't know Barty Crouch, he wouldn't do this kind of thing, he sure..."

"Don't let your guard down, anything is possible!"

At this moment, an old voice sounded from inside the oak door behind Ivan.

The door was opened, and Sirius dodged to block Aiwen behind him, pulled out his wand as quickly as possible, looked ahead vigilantly, and quickly put it down again.

Ai Wen poked his head out and saw a very old man standing at the door.

He leaned on a long cane and was wrapped in a black traveling cloak.

Seeing the other person's face, Ai Wen was taken aback, subconsciously took half a step back.

The face seemed to have been carved out of a piece of rotten wood, the carver had only a vague idea of ​​what a face looked like, and was not very good with a carving knife. Every inch of the skin on that face seemed to be scarred, the mouth was like a big crooked opening, and the place where the nose should be protruding was missing.

And the most frightening thing about this man is his eyes, one of his eyes is small, black, and shiny; the other eye is big, round like a coin, and has a bright bright blue.

The blue eye was constantly moving without blinking, turning up and down, side to side, completely independent of the normal eye.

Then, the blue eyeball rolled over and got into the man's head, only a big white eyeball could be seen.

Ivan was stunned by this strange appearance, and stared at the other side intently.

Almost instantly, he knew who this guy was, Mad-Eye Moody.

Moody looked at Ivan and Sirius, and walked over on crutches.

"Blake, I've seen your recent report, so you're not guilty!" He held out a hand, which was also scarred like his face.

"Yes, I'm exonerated!" Sirius shook his hand, and he moved closer.

"The tradition of your family is not very good. Although Dumbledore is willing to believe you, I think so!" He said bluntly, and turned his eyes to Ivan again.

"I'm sorry that I overheard your conversation. If you want to secretly speak ill of a senior official of the Ministry of Magic next time, you'd better not choose this kind of place."

His normal eyes stared at Ivan closely, and the blue eye kept turning back and forth in the eye socket, "But I have to say, I just heard a wonderful reasoning, very wonderful, I have already I haven’t heard such reasoning for a long time!”

"Thank you!" Ivan replied subconsciously.

"Little guy, you have the potential to become an Auror, I love you!" He reached into his travel cloak, took out a curved wine bottle, and took a swig.

When he raised his arm to drink, the cloak that was dragged on the ground was pulled up a few inches, and Aiwen saw a few inches of wooden carved prosthetic legs exposed underneath, with a claw-shaped foot underneath. (To be continued.)

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