Hogwarts: Voldemort, don't stop me from studying

Chapter 628 I will bring them back
"Then old Barty went to the Hog's Head."

Sirius, leaning against the cabinet with the communication pea hanging on him, frowned and said, "I thought he was going to meet someone, but he just had a drink alone and left directly."

"Did he find you?" Wade asked sharply on the other end.

Sirius pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "Not really... I don't think so... He gives me a strange feeling."

Vader asked, "Because he spared Bagman?"

"Yes."

Sirius sneered and said, "Crouch is known for his ruthlessness. Even if Fudge puts pressure on him personally, he will never take back his words. Although he is very cold towards Bagman, I still feel that... it is not in line with his style to let Bagman go so easily."

"Maybe there was something else that had to distract him."

Wade wondered, at this time in the original book, was Crouch troubled by his lost son?

Now, little Batty seems to have escaped from his father's house arrest earlier. Old Batty has been searching for him for so long but couldn't find him. He didn't dare to tell anyone about it, so it's normal for him to be worried about it.

But if he was controlled by Barty Jr. with the Imperius Curse like in the original book, that would be bad.

He thought for a moment and said, "Don't worry about this for now. I'll find a way to check it out."

Sirius raised an eyebrow and said, "How can you investigate this while you're at Hogwarts? Are you planning to sneak out of the school again?"

"Of course not." Wade said, "I don't think asking him directly will work. It would be better to start with the Crouch family's house-elf."

"House-elves?" Sirius frowned thoughtfully.

"I seem to have heard that Mr. Crouch has a house-elf named Winky?"

Wade continued, "That little girl is the one closest to Barty Crouch. If her master becomes abnormal, she will definitely be the first to discover it."

Sirius asked, "Who would you ask to investigate this kind of thing?"

"Who else?" Vader said, "Dobby, of course."

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Dobby received the task from Wade and immediately dropped the half-finished chore in his hands and Apparated to Hogwarts in less than three seconds.

"Mr. Weed Grey trusts Dobby! Dobby will definitely complete the task!" His ears trembled with excitement, and his big eyes sparkled as he said, "Dobby knew Winky before, and Dobby knows where to find her!"

"In addition to getting information, it is more important to keep it confidential."

Wade half squatted down and said gently: "I don't want this to be known by the old master or the young master of Winky. Can you convince Winky to keep it a secret for you?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Grey."

Dobby swayed his body and said, "There are very few wizards who care about house-elves as much as Mr. Grey does. To them, we are like dust and not worth caring about. Winky's master is the same... Dobby will ask Winky not to mention it to his master, and his master will not ask any more questions."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Dobby." Wade said with a smile, "This matter is very important, take your time, don't rush. If you see the little master of Shining, that Mr. Barty Crouch, don't hesitate, come back immediately, understand?"

From Kreacher of the Black family, Wade understood that for house-elves, the obsession with completing their master's orders could even give them the power to transcend life and death.

Of course, this only happens with extreme loyalty.

"Mr. Barty Crouch Jr." A trace of fear flashed in Dobby's eyes, and then he nodded vigorously: "Dobby knows, Dobby will definitely remember it!"

"Dobby, do you know that man?" Wade asked curiously.

"I heard from old Master Malfoy - no, Lucius Malfoy -"

Dobby shuddered unconsciously, and after a pause he continued, "That young man is a loyal follower of the mysterious man... He is a very scary person."...

The chubby-faced couple were walking hand in hand on the hillside. The sunlight shone on their faces, illuminating their identical gentle smiles.

The old lady wearing a vulture hat stood not far away, watching this scene, her eyes filled with tears.

She walked forward and was about to say something when she suddenly shuddered all over.

The bright sky suddenly became overcast, and even the sunlight turned a dark and ominous green.

Old Lady Longbottom turned her head sharply and saw a pale, thin young man standing not far away. He had a cruel and bloodthirsty twisted smile on his face. He raised his wand and said expressionlessly:

"Heart-breaking and bone-cutting!"

"no no--"

Old Madam Longbottom screamed and stood between them, but the light of the spell passed through her unhindered!

"Ah ah ah ah ah--"

The smiles of the round-faced couple suddenly turned into extreme pain and despair. They screamed miserably, and after struggling for a while, they collapsed to the ground with dazed eyes.

The whole world shattered and disappeared in an instant. Old Madam Longbottom seemed to have been kicked hard by someone and was thrown out, floating in the endless darkness.

As far as the eye can see, up and down, left and right, in all directions, there are such broken scenes everywhere, scattered memories floating in the darkness, no matter what Frank Longbottom and Alice Longbottom were originally doing -

Eating, sleeping, walking, smiling while holding a baby, gently caressing the belly during pregnancy, going to school, babbling beside parents...

No matter which picture it was, Death Eaters like crows would soon rush in.

Sometimes it was Bellatrix, sometimes one of the Lestrange brothers, of course there were also people like Barty Crouch Jr., Anthony Dolohov, and even occasionally Voldemort himself.

They are like omnipresent shadows, forcefully breaking into every relatively beautiful memory, destroying, torturing, and ruining, repeating the harm over and over again until the memory is shattered and lost in darkness.

Old Lady Longbottom tried to stop it countless times but in vain. She broke down and cried in the dark world.

Not since the incident with the Longbottoms had she shown such a vulnerable side in public.

Suddenly, the whole world shook.

"Grandma, grandma!"

Neville's call rang out over and over again, until he saw his tearful grandmother finally open her eyes, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Let me do it, grandma." The boy stretched out his fingers and clumsily wiped away the tears from the old lady's temples. He repeated in a firm and gentle tone: "Let me try."

Old Lady Longbottom's lips trembled slightly: "Neville..."

She has always educated her grandson strictly, forcing him to be strong and brave, and forcing him to face his own life.

But in fact, in the old lady's heart, she knew clearly what a kind and clumsy child her grandson was.

She was not at all comfortable letting Neville face the tragic mental world of his parents.

Neville reached out, and for the first time, without waiting for his grandmother's permission, he untied the stone necklace from old Lady Longbottom's thin wrist and wrapped it around his own arm.

"Trust me, grandma." The boy said slowly, "I will bring mom and dad back."

He smiled, closed his eyes, and whispered a spell.

(End of this chapter)