Crouch Mansion, Living Room.
At this time, Crouch sat in the main seat with a displeased face, and Winky stood in the corner shivering.
At this time, she already knew that Alvin had deceived her, and he was not familiar with her master at all.
What's wrong with the world now? Even a simple elf like her is cheated?
Won't your conscience hurt!
Winky looked at Alvin with aggrieved and looked at Crouch pitifully.
But Crouch and Alvin didn't care about her at the moment.
"Mr. Crouch, I'm sorry to have found you in this way. I was forced to."
Putting down the teacup in his hand, Alvin looked at Crouch with a smile.
Crouch snorted coldly.
It is very rude to come uninvited, and entering his home like Alvin is tantamount to a declaration of war.
Just imagine if a Death Eater held Winky and broke into his house. Would he still be sitting here drinking tea now?
But Crouch also knew there was his mistake and forgot to cancel Winky's permission to enter here.
"No more nonsense, Mr. Gaunt. What exactly did you come to me for?"
Crouch's tone was very blunt, expressing his dissatisfaction in this way.
But Alvin didn't care, and Crouch would be angrier.
"Mr. Crouch, has Barty Crouch Jr. escaped your grasp?"
In a word, Crouch's face changed greatly in an instant. He held the wand and calmly responded to Alvin.
"Stop joking, Mr. Gaunt, my son died in Azkaban a few years ago, and if death meant escaping my control, he would have long since disappeared."
Alvin looked at him with a half-smile, and suddenly, Crouch felt he couldn't move, as if a pair of invisible hands were firmly pressed on the seat.
The wand in his hand also floated and flew in front of Alvin.
"Master!"
Winky, in the corner, saw that Crouch was attacked. He immediately wanted to pounce to stop Alvin but was imprisoned by his Stunning spell.
"Mr. Crouch, lies can't help you. During the World Cup, I saw Barty Jr. walking out of your box wearing an invisibility cloak."
Crouch's wand in hand, Dogwood, 11 inches long, the Dragon heartstring.
With knowledge from Ollivander, Alvin was sure that Crouch was very good at Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts.
Crouch was silent. Oh no, he was controlled by Alvin and couldn't even speak.
"Also, he released the Dark Mark last night, am I right, Winky?"
Winky looked at Alvin in horror. He was a devil!
A hint of despair flashed in Crouch's eyes. Everything was said by Alvin. Couldn't he escape this disaster today?
Suddenly, he felt his whole body loosen and regained control over his body.
Strong reason told Crouch that he was not Alvin's opponent, and Crouch said to Alvin calmly. "Mr. Gaunt, tell your purpose. Since you have discovered all this, you must have a purpose."
In an instant, he became much older again.
Alvin stood up, walked across to Crouch, and patted Crouch's shoulder kindly as if he was not the one who restrained him just now.
"It's very simple, I'll help you bring your son back, and you'll help me take control of the Ministry of Magic."
"Do you know where he is?"
"Yes, but I can't tell you yet."
Alvin opened his palm, and a phantom appeared in his palm, exactly what Voldemort looked like when he was young.
"Voldemort has been resurrected, Barty Jr. will go to find his master, and then he will bring a helper back to control you and use your identity to do something in the Triwizard Tournament."
Crouch's pupils shrank, and the Dark Lord was resurrected.
Why is there no news from the Ministry of Magic on such a big thing?
Alvin kindly explained to him, "Bellatrix was let go by me. She has found Voldemort and helped him successfully resurrect."
Crouch: …
His heart is very complicated now. He doesn't know what Gaunt wants to do. Isn't it good to be an alchemist master? Why was he related to the resurrection of the Dark Lord?
Alvin wouldn't explain his leek cultivation plan to him, and being able to talk so much to Crouch was already out of the face of his high weight of him.
The plot at this time has been modified beyond recognition by Alvin. To control Voldemort's movements, a Bellatrix is not enough. He also needs the help of Barty Jr.
After controlling Barty's movements, Voldemort could not escape Alvin's palm.
"How do you think about it?"
Looking at Crouch, who had been silent, Alvin gave an ultimatum.
"Can you tell me what you're doing?"
Crouch was a little worried at this time. Should he fight Alvin for the sake of the wizarding world?
"My purpose is not convenient to tell you at the moment, but you can be sure I will eventually kill Voldemort and keep your son."
Alvin's words made Crouch hesitate. As a wizard who hates evil, his hatred for Voldemort is undisguised.
His son became Voldemort's Death Eaters, and he sent his son to Azkaban.
In the end, it was through the sacrifice of his wife that Barty was brought out of Azkaban.
And the culprit in all of this is Voldemort.
"Because of my son, I have no chance of becoming Minister of Magic."
Crouch sighed and explained his situation. He was initially the head of the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Law Enforcement. That position was a strong contender for the Minister of Magic.
Today, he is only a Head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
"You can rest assured that Voldemort's resurrection will make Fudge make some wrong decisions. When the time comes, you are showing your position and standing on Dumbledore's side, and he will help you when the time comes."
This little wizard not only calculated the Dark Lord, but now even Dumbledore is not spared?
The shock in his heart did very big, and Crouch thought about Alvin's plan carefully and felt it was still feasible.
"By the way, Lockhart is also my man and will kill Fudge at that time."
In an understatement, Alvin again tilted the balance in Crouch's heart.
Now Lockhart is Fudge's confidant, and Fudge has been pushing Lockhart to a higher position, such as the head of the Auror office.
If Lockhart turns against the tide at a critical moment...
Crouch suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Fudge. He was like a puppet, played with applause by the pure-blood family and the little wizard in front of him.
He breathed a sigh of relief, he still chose to agree to Alvin's conditions, and now he couldn't die.
On Alvin's side, he could at least keep track of Voldemort.
If he died, the wizarding world would be in trouble again.
Inexplicably, Crouch suddenly felt some humiliation.
After Crouch signed the contract, Alvin also revealed his plan.
"I left a mark on your son, and once they show up near your house, I'll know."
"If he tries to control you when the time comes, you pretend to be controlled by him and pass their actions to me."
With that, he handed Mr. Crouch a pocket watch.
"This is a special item I made to resist the Imperius Curse. Unless Dumbledore or Voldemort shoots, it can keep your mind safe."
Taking the pocket watch, Crouch acquiesced to Alvin's arrangement.
"Why are you sure they'll play tricks on the Triwizard Tournament?"
This is the doubt in Crouch's heart. Alvin is sure that Barty will return, and even the other party's purpose is clear.
"It's very simple. Their target is Harry Potter. Voldemort will kill his old enemy and announce his return to the wizarding world. The Triwizard Tournament is the best chance."
After signing the contract, Alvin's attitude toward Crouch became much more kind, patiently answering his doubts.
"By the way, you haven't had the experience of being controlled by the Imperius Curse, have you? Let's practice these two days to prevent you from revealing secrets."
Crouch's face changed, "No! I have seen..."