Hogwarts: From Little Wizard to White Lord

Crouch said dryly.

Suddenly, Winky appeared between the two of them. She blinked her big eyes and asked expectantly, "Master, Winky wants to help Mr. Weasley clean up a room. Is that okay?"

The two turned around and saw that the table had been completely shattered and was slowly being restored under the effect of the repair spell.

Looking at the big eyes that were sparkling with anticipation, Crouch's mouth twitched: "Of course -"

"Great, the master agreed to Winky."

Winky blew her nose vigorously and cried with joy: "Winky wants to please Mr. Weasley and make him happy, so that he will devote himself to treating the little master."

Watching Winky busy herself actively, casting a levitation spell to move all the things she had taken out upstairs, Vaughn teased, "Barty, it seems that in her heart, you are far less important than her little master."

Crouch was silent for a moment, his voice becoming hoarse. "She has always been taught by my wife. Before she died, her greatest wish was for her son to live..."

"Uh...sorry."

"It's okay, it's been a long time..."

Despite saying this, Crouch's mental state remained low. He stopped talking, and a trace of fatigue appeared on his old face.

This situation reached its climax when Winky helped Vaughn clean up the room and Apparated the two of them to the completely sealed basement.

The basement was not very big and there was nothing much to furnish. There were only a few braziers burning against the wall, providing some light.

In the middle of the room, a huge cage made of steel bars as thick as wrists came into view.

A frail figure was locked in a cage. He was wearing pajamas. It was obvious that someone had been taking good care of him. His medium-long hair was combed very smoothly, and there was only some stubble on his face.

But his eyes were dull.

When Winky appeared with the two of them, he didn't even react immediately, but stared blankly at Vaughn and Crouch.

Then, his expression gradually became ferocious.

"You damn old dog, you actually dare to come in front of me!"

He grabbed the cage and shook it hard, his eyes flashing with a faint light, staring at Crouch intently, his tongue licking his lips nervously, and cursing hysterically: "Are you thinking of the Imperius Curse again? Come on, your weak spell will only make me happy and make me remember the shame you brought me..."

He widened his eyes, desperately trying to squeeze his face into the crack of the cage, and opened his mouth to reveal a mouthful of sharp white teeth: "One day, I will escape, I will find my master, and when that time comes, I will make the master allow me to bite off all the flesh on your body, bite by bite—"

"Collapse!"

boom!

Vaughn raised his finger, and a powerful spell immediately knocked Crouch unconscious, and his hysterical and vicious words came to an abrupt end.

He turned around and saw Crouch slumped to the ground.

His son's hatred and curses could no longer conceal his old age, and his eyes were filled with tears.

Shanshan hugged her master's shoulders and cried with him.

Winky took Crouch away. For a father, an old man over fifty years old, it was a cruel thing for him to watch and hear his son insulting and cursing him with his own eyes and ears.

Despite his objections, Vaughan ordered Winky to take Crouch to rest.

Winky chose to obey—she could tell what was better for her master.

In the suddenly quiet basement, Vaughn looked at the unconscious Crouch Jr. and frowned slightly.

Although he had a feeling that Crouch Jr.'s condition might be very bad before coming, he was still a little surprised to see it to this extent.

Magic filled his eyes, and in his vision, Crouch Jr.'s body was wrapped in thick black mist.

They are so dense, deep, and dangerous that even the aura of life is obscured and suppressed, and only a hint of gray can be seen in the gaps between the rolling black fog.

"dark magic?"

Vaughn didn't know what the black fog was. He could only guess that it might be the effect of black magic.

After standing there with his eyes closed and thinking for a moment, Vaughn opened his eyes. His brown-red eyes lit up with magical light as he looked at little Crouch lying in the iron cage.

Little Crouch is floating!

Vaughan slowly sat cross-legged on the ground. In his vision, everything was losing its color and shape, only Crouch Jr.'s body wrapped in black mist was becoming clearer and clearer.

On a spiritual level that no one can see—in the majestic and magnificent archives of memory, his personality opened a door, and behind that door was endless darkness.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed wisps of mist from the darkness, which automatically wove into a cloak with wisps of mist hanging down in his hand.

Vaughn put on his cloak and took a step forward—

Outside, Vaughn's eyes spewed out a strong and illusory light. The light stretched and contracted, cautiously touching the black mist on Crouch's body, as if testing it.

The black fog didn't respond at all.

Then, the light suddenly penetrated!

At the same time, Vaughn's personality, wearing a white mist cloak, appeared in front of a quaint little building.

The small building seemed to have been built a long time ago. The stone walls were covered with moss, and wind and rain had left rough marks on the walls. Looking up, the eaves were drooping, and the faded rafters and damp dark green tiles were exposed to the view.

Everything is very old.

Vaughn looked around and found himself in a strange space. The small building in front of him was clear, but apart from that, the surrounding scenery began to blur when he was only about ten feet away from the building.

It feels like looking at a blurred photo.

"This is Crouch Jr.'s memory... Crouch's ancestral home? His childhood?"

Vaughn thought about it and did not go into the house, but went around to the back of the building.

There was a huge garden there, which was as clear as the small building and connected to a forested hillside.

The hillside is shaded by trees and covered with lush vegetation, with spots of sunlight filtering through the gaps between the branches and leaves.

Vaughan saw a hazy figure, that of a child, running through the woods.

"whee--"

The children's laughter rang softly in his ears. Vaughn blinked, and the figures playing in the woods disappeared without a trace.

This made him frown.

Memory is the brain's record of past experiences. The memory of normal people is very stable. The memory will present the same scene as the reality.

But some of what he saw now were more like... dreams than memories!

A bit weird!

Thinking about it, Vaughn took a deep look at the dense forest on the hillside, turned back to the small building, thought for a moment, and knocked on the door gently.

This action seemed to trigger some mechanism.

The small building, which was originally so quiet that not a sound could be heard, suddenly began to emit various sounds - the white noise of the TV and the humming music of the record player.

It seemed to be from the direction of the kitchen. There was the sound of dishes being washed and a female voice faintly shouting:

"Barty, dear, go open the door!"

squeak-

The door opened.

But there was no one inside the door, and the noises just now stopped abruptly.

Vaughan stood in front of the door, and the light that came from behind him cast his shadow and the outline of the door obliquely on the floor.

All that remains is darkness!

In the darkness, heavy footsteps came down from what should have been the stairs ahead. Then, a deep voice asked in the darkness, "Who are you looking for?"

Vaughan looked at the outline of the bright door and his own silhouette on the floor. He raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice: "Barty Crouch Jr."

"call--"

As far as the eye could see, it was all deep black, and Vaughn could see nothing.

All I could hear was the voice breathing heavily, "It's me, who are you?"

"My name is Vaughn Weasley, and I'd like to talk to you."

"Weasley... a familiar last name, I seem to have an impression of it..."

Vaughn remained calm. "Perhaps we've crossed paths before?"

"No... hehe, hahaha..." The voice in the darkness suddenly laughed nervously. He said, "A few days ago, I heard your name from Shanshan!"

"A thief who sneaked into my memory!"

boom--

Everything in front of him exploded with a loud bang, and Vaughn felt dizzy. The small building, the garden, the hillside, the dense forest... everything exploded into fine gravel. A violent force swept over them, like a sandstorm, and smashed down on him.

Amidst the loud bang, a voice shouted from all directions:

"Want to steal my memory? Hahahahahaha—come on! Take it all, feel free to experience my darkness, my distortion, my evil... Hahaha!"

Vaughn saw black fog emerging from the violent "sandstorms," ​​polluting and blackening everything it passed through.

They were approaching in an instant, and Vaughn raised his hand slightly, only to see a grain of black sand streak across the cloak.

In an instant, the mist hanging from the surface of the cloak turned from pure white to gray!

"pollute……"

Vaughn remained expressionless as he watched more gravel sweep in.

Watch as the cloak's color becomes darker and darker as they collide.

Soon, a wisp of mist turned black.

Vaughn waved his hand, untied his cloak, and threw it out.

The terrifying black sandstorm swallowed it in an instant, but it was originally a bait. The moment Vaughn threw out the cloak, he had already taken a step back.

As he retreated, the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

In the blink of an eye, Vaughn was out of Barty Crouch Jr.'s memory and back in the basement.

But he didn't move. His eyes, gleaming with magic, saw little Barty Crouch, who was supposed to be unconscious in the cage, slowly getting up, baring his white teeth and staring at him fiercely: "Why did you run away? Vaughn Weasley, you didn't expect that I would find you!"

Chapter 85 I need dark wizards, the more the better

Crouch Jr. was very proud.