"My wife begged me, begged me to save my son, oh, of course I wanted to save him, but he made a serious mistake, and there was nothing I could do." Crouch sighed.
"At that time I thought he was a blot on my life, a shame on me."
"My wife was on the verge of death, dying from grief, and she wanted her life in exchange for my son's."
Crouch paused.
"I agree." He said, as if he had made a lot of determination. "He is my son after all."
Many people off the field took a breath of air.
"I sort of deal with dementors a lot, I know them, they're a bunch of blind people, my wife and I go to see him, they just smell a healthy person and a dying person walking into AZ Caban, as we were leaving, we smelled a healthy and a dying man leaving Azkaban."
"You swapped your wife and son." Words came from an unknown long table.
"Yes." Crouch nodded numbly. The more he remembered, the more he seemed to be in pain, and regret gradually appeared on his wrinkled face.
"My wife never forgot to drink Polyjuice Potion and she remained my son until she died."
"Sad mother's love." Dumbledore closed his eyes wearily and shook his head.
Some things, even if rationality tells themselves that they are wrong, sensibility will still prevail and prompt people to do some wrong things. From the mother's point of view, she only knows that she made the sacrifice to save her son, but she doesn't know that it will lead to something wrong. what consequences.
"After that, I regretted it. I was an executioner. I killed my wife indirectly, even though it was my wife's will. After that, I fell into endless self-blame and annoyance."
"I hardly have the heart to work, even if the new position is very heavy, but I have to force myself to work so that others can't see my abnormality."
"But I can't keep doing this. My only remaining conscience tells me that I have to deal with the rest of my son's life well, at least to ensure that he doesn't do evil anymore. This may be the only remedy I can do to redeem my sins. "
"I let him wear an invisibility cloak all day and night, and used many spells to control him, so as to prevent him from going out to do evil again, and passed many years smoothly like this."
"Actually, except for the dementors, it's no different from prison." Crouch suddenly bent down and coughed violently.
"Until the preparations for the Quidditch World Cup began, my house elf pleaded with me for my son. He persuaded me. She told me that my wife certainly did not want to see my sacrifice. In exchange for A walking dead son, like I just said - my son was in prison all those years."
"I agree." Mr. Crouch's tone returned to a state of numbness.
"That was the beginning of all tragedies. If he was still in Azkaban at that time, it might have been the best ending for him and everyone." Crouch said sadly and remorsefully.
"He broke free from my Imperius Curse and ran away. I'm still not sure if the **** at the Quidditch World Cup was his act. I hope to catch him and keep him close."
"I don't have that chance." The man shook his head dejectedly and said with a wry smile.
"One night, someone knocked on the door of my house. That man was Voldemort." As soon as Crouch's words fell, there was another whisper in the auditorium.
That sounded too bizarre, as if it was a joke.
Oh, think about it, you are staying at home, and a monster who has not appeared for more than ten years and everyone presumes has been dead for many years just knocks on the door of your house. This horror story is really lacking in preparation.
However, Crouch's tone didn't sound like a joke at all.
"He controlled me with the Imperius Curse."
At this time, there were many gasps from the audience.
"This is really terrifying." Professor McGonagall held his forehead, feeling a little dizzy.
"Then...then." Percy stood up from the stage at this moment, pointed at Mr. Crouch, and said in disbelief.
"You guessed it right. After the first match in the Goblet of Fire, I lost my freedom. It wasn't a serious illness like the outside world said."
"Even though the Imperius Curse can almost completely control my thoughts, the Dark Lord is still worried about me, so he still tries to avoid me appearing in public, so as not to be exposed."
Percy slumped back to his seat, his face that used to be proud and arrogant was now gloomy, his eyes seemed to have lost their spirit, and he seemed to have been greatly shocked.
"He was weak at the time, I could feel it because he didn't have a formed body at the time, he was swaddled like a baby, only rather ugly, but even so, he overpowered me easily. "
Many people at the long table began to tremble uncontrollably. They couldn't feel that feeling, but they could use their imagination to try to understand it.
"He is still as arrogant and arrogant as the outside world. He believes that the power of magic can override everything. Maybe this is a bit boastful, but I still want to say that I got rid of the control of Voldemort's Imperius Curse."
There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.
"This is unbelievable." A student shouted loudly.
"He is very arrogant, maybe he never expected his magic to be dispelled." Crouch said slowly.
"It's just that at that time, my mind was no longer clear. He didn't want to use the Imperius Curse to control me before. Such control is sometimes unnatural and may be discovered, so he hopes to make me surrender from the bottom of my heart. Surrendering to her, he tortured me with the Cruciatus Curse, oh, that was unimaginably painful." Crouch said lightly.
"There are many people who go crazy because of the Cruciatus Curse, and I have temporarily lost the ability to think rationally, but the only bit of instinct and conscience tells me that if I want things to be saved, I have to tell Dumbledore everything, he is the only one. Someone who can stand against the Dark Lord."
"So I wandered all the way and struggled to come to Hogwarts."
"I'm unkempt and in such a mess that few people recognize me."
Hermione in the audience had been quietly listening to Crouch's narration, lowering her head in thought. Suddenly, she raised her head, her eyes sparkling with wisdom.
"So you really attacked Krum?" She stood up and asked directly.
Krum's eyes widened in front of the stage, and he also didn't stop his thinking. If what this man said was true, then maybe his attack was justified.
No one can argue too much with a madman, can they? And it sounds like his experience is very pathetic.
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