owlsbooks Chapter 367 Capture
Chapter 367 Capture
Chapter 367 Capture
Flame was as arrogant as Crouch's smile.
His eyes and expression twitched ferociously.
Harry met his distant gaze, raised his wrist, glanced at the time, and flicked his wand.
The steel giant snake pressed down, its body flattened, like a train, rampaging, rolling towards Crouch.
Violent and swift, the flames emptied, trees fell, and hot, bright yellow blood-like molten gold flowed from the snake's belly.
He jumped down, in the air, touched the sorting hat, and drew out the snake bone sword.
He stared straight at the man hiding behind the flames.
Crouch's heart skipped a beat, his smile gradually froze, and the expression in his eyes slowly changed from ferocious and jealous to astonishment and disbelief.
Harry Potter didn't go to fight the fire in the first place.
Too late to think too much.
The giant snake was wrapped in Fiercefire and rushed over, and Harry also held the sword and fell from the sky.
Curse Harry?
Then get hit by a giant snake.
And there is no guarantee that if you recite the spell yourself, you will be able to cause harm to this person.
Crouch waved his wand, and the ground under his feet arched, shooting him behind him like a slingshot, and the raised part turned into a stone wall in the blink of an eye.
The giant snake rumbled and smashed the wall to pieces.
Harry landed lightly, and with a flick of his wand, the magic power stripped away the Fiendfire gathered around him, and rushed towards Crouch without hesitation.
"What's the matter with your expression?" Harry looked at him and said softly, "Why don't you smile?"
"Crouch, you are a handsome guy, you look good if you smile more."
As he spoke, it didn't affect the movements of his hands. The sword danced and swung towards Crouch's deadly place.
Crouch dodges in embarrassment, wand waving, casting as many spells as possible.
But those spells hardly worked.
He is far inferior to Harry in terms of magical power, physical strength, and perception.
"You're surprised why I didn't go to put out the fire, but I wanted to arrest you first?" Harry stabbed with a sword and approached him. Crouch was about to wave his wand and chanted a spell to distance himself when he suddenly stretched out his foot.
Caught off guard, his back foot got caught and he staggered to the ground.
Disarm you!
A red light shot out from Harry's other hand, hit Crouch's hand, and the wand flew out. Harry tilted his head, but didn't catch it. After the sound, don't burn it to ashes.
Harry stepped on his chest, raised his hand, and looked at the time again: "53 seconds, less than a minute."
"Do you understand now?"
He raised his wand high, and the magic power gathered, and there were large and large stocks, surging.
"All curses end!"
The magic power rushed out, the tide gushed out, and the wind pressed all the Fiendfires. They resisted stubbornly and wanted to continue to swallow them, but the magic power cut off any fuel needed by the Fiendfire, and they dissipated and extinguished in a burst.
Harry took another handful of seeds from his pocket and tossed it forward.
With a wave of the wand.
The weather spell blew a gust of wind, rolled up the seeds, and floated to all the scorched earth after being burned by Fierce Fire.
They hit the ground, take root, and sprout.
On the scorched earth, it was still barren, and when the snow fell, it immediately turned into water vapor and floated up, but a little bit of green emerged, it was no longer so lifeless, and it had some vitality.
Crouch stared at Harry, holding his foot with one hand: "Potter, you are really outstanding."
"Thank you for your compliment, Professor, do you want to give me extra points?" Harry lowered his head and looked at him.
I heard everything, and there was the sound of plants growing in my ears.
Crouch nodded with difficulty: "Of course, Gryffindor adds [-] points."
"Praise you for your excellent swordsmanship, and your excellent mantra."
He paused for a moment.
"But Potter, let's call it a day." He grinned grimly again, with a click, something was pulled away by him, and after a ding, milky white glaring smoke gushed out from under his robe.
There is no magic fluctuation.
In the dense fog, Crouch waved his hand and barely cast a wandless spell, and the thunderbolt explosion set off a huge wave of air, blowing Harry back.
Amidst the explosion, Crouch snapped his fingers.
Right now.
"Shadow lock!" Harry recited a spell while backing up, locking the space, and a huge surge of magic power made this small space feel like jelly.
He flicked his wand again.
The weather spell blows away the white mist.
Crouch is still on the ground, holding a house-elf by the hand.
"Professor, I have to praise you, it's really unexpected." Harry tapped his wand, and a used smoke grenade flew out from under his robe and fell into his hand, "Ordinary people's weapons, like yours Don’t people look down on ordinary people the most?”
Crouch gritted his teeth.
The reaction is so fast?
One second, two seconds?
Slow down a little bit, and he can be apparated away.
"Think I react quickly?" Harry dropped the thing and read Crouch's face, "Professor, it really makes me sad, I thought you knew me well, I thought you would have confidence in me .”
"Do you think that I can't react in such a long time?"
Crouch didn't speak.
The house-elf huddled beside Crouch in aggrieved manner, clutching his hand tightly, and the meager magic power in his body was working hard, again and again, but it was of no avail.
"Professor, is there another way?" Harry asked him.
Crouch remained silent.
"Fly around." Harry waved his wand and said the spell.
Molly often uses this spell to confiscate the prohibited items carried by George and Fred. It is a variant of the Flying Charm. It doesn't need to point to a specific target, and she can make the items she wants fly out of her eyes.
Crouch's robe lifted.
Miscellaneous things flew out.
A pocket of the Untraceable Stretching Curse was torn apart by Harry, and the contents gushed out.
Several devil vine seeds, biting kale, mandrake.
Several bottles of potions, colorful, some cured, some poison.
A Firebolt.
Several round grenades.
One of the bottles caught his attention, reinforced by layers of magic, and filled with fine milky dust. Harry picked up his wand, and the bottle fell into his hand.
Familiar breath, icy cold touch.
It is hoarfrost.
"Have you found the Wild Hunt?" Harry looked at him, lowering his voice.
Crouch tilted his head and looked at the house elf: "Guess?"
He dared not meet Harry's eyes.
No one dared to look at a wizard who was good at Legilimency.
With a wave of Harry's wand, a grenade twisted and transformed into a big hand, which grabbed Crouch's head and forced him to look at him: "Answer my question."
Look at each other.
Legilimency.
Harry didn't wait for an answer, peering into his brain.
Crouch's brain is filled with imaginary memories.
Voldemort is young and handsome. He is the principal of Hogwarts and the Minister of Magic. He, Barty Crouch, is the professor of Dark Arts at Hogwarts. They live together in Hogwarts City in the fort.
Harry stepped up his magic.
This is the protection of Brain Defense.
The only magic that could resist Legilimency, and it worked, but the trouble Harry caused was limited to that little hallucination.
Harry continued to peek.
He read about Crouch's childhood.The father, the real father, is busy and away from home all day, and the mother dotes on him and spoils him to do everything.When his father was not at home, he was undoubtedly happy, but when his father came back, the false happiness would collapse. Old Crouch had always looked down on his mother's doting on little Crouch, and every time he came back, he would severely reprimand him.
Little Crouch thought that if he performed well, he would be recognized by his father.
He has been outstanding since the first grade, and got twelve "O"s in the sixth grade, but old Crouch didn't even praise him.
On the contrary, Voldemort was attracted by his talent and treated him tenderly.
Harry reads that after Crouch became a Death Eater.
Voldemort would reprimand him, correct him.
He will also be praised and rewarded for his achievements.
The Death Eaters, Bellatrix, Karkaroff, Rodolphus, Aiwu and Wu, treated him like a brother and sister.
For the first time in his nearly 20 years of life, he felt at home.
Harry read that after Voldemort fell for the first time, he was imprisoned, how painful he was, how he missed that "home", and how he hated the "parents" who bound and controlled him.
but.
Since three years ago, Crouch's memory has been missing, large, missing, blank, and even the memory of the last six months, nothing.
His memory began when he appeared on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and he was going to find Aragog, send the human flesh there, and ask them how they were doing.
the most critical.
How did he get here?Where is his hiding place?Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes?his plan
None of these things existed in his brain.
Harry looked away.
Crouch crawled on the ground, panting heavily, and laughed.
With a flick of his wand, Harry grabbed the house-elf's head in one large hand and held it open to meet his gaze.
Remembrance.
same way.
It was much easier to hack into the brain of the house elf than to hack into Crouch's brain. It didn't know Occlumency, and everything was openly displayed in Harry's eyes.
It is a house elf at Hogwarts, named "Kaka", who has worked in the kitchen for more than ten years.
But there are also large gaps in its memory.
After school starts, the memory is cleared every night.
And the memory of Barty Crouch standing on the edge of the Forbidden Forest since childhood has also disappeared and been cleaned up artificially.
"Potter, don't bother." Crouch twisted and grimly, "You can't know anything."
Harry didn't speak, thinking about the long, long blank.
Sometimes white space is also a clue.
Footsteps came from behind.
Harry looked back, it was Dumbledore and Hagrid.
"Harry, are you grabbing Crouch?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry didn't speak, and stepped aside, exposing Crouch's figure in front of the two of them.
(End of this chapter)