Popular Web NovelsChapter 519 You can spit on his graveChapter 519 You Can Spit on His Grave
A swift wave of magic passed through the Hampstead Gardens in the suburbs of London, passed through the wizarding village in Wiltshire, England, and passed through the low-lying village near the lake to the west of the village. The forest finally stopped in front of the gate of a deserted castle that had been closed for a long time.
The crisp air burst sounded in the open grassland, the calm space suddenly expanded and bloomed, a passage like a hole suddenly appeared in the air, the passage twisted in the space suddenly expanded and contracted, Loren, Wheat and Shining The figure suddenly appeared.
Following her was Hermione who was still a little confused.
Hermione was still a little confused, and her thoughts were still immersed in the memory of ten minutes ago. After breakfast, she broke into someone's bedroom as usual, but was unexpectedly caught by a wizard and two house elves. Then he was fed a second luxurious breakfast in a daze, and then was taken to the castle.
"This...is Mr. Crouch's residence?"
Hermione blinked and whispered in Loren's ear, "Loren, why do you come here all the way?"
"In order for Twinkle to bid farewell to the past and welcome a new life." Loren himself probably found this argument unconvincing. After coughing, he whispered, "Voldemort may have been hiding here for a while. Come and find out. There are no clues about Horcruxes..."
From the first grade to the present, he and Dumbledore have found five of the seven Horcruxes, Ravenclaw's diadem, Tom Lee Del's diary, Gaunt's ring, Hufflepuff's gold cup and Harry, and Slytherin's locket has also been revealed.
But the Blood Curse Python was an exception. Before Nagini was made into a living Horcrux, Dumbledore led him to find her in the Albanian forest, which created a vacancy.
Rather than reducing the number of Horcruxes by one, he was more inclined to think that Voldemort would make a new Horcrux, a Horcrux that he didn't know about...
Windy didn't hear the whispers between the two, and looked at Seeing the seal on the door and the notice from the Ministry of Magic, tears filled his eyes again, and his voice was high-pitched and sad: "Yes, this is Crouch's old house. Winky's mother has worked here all her life, and Winky's mother's mother is even more beautiful." She was buried honorably with Mr. Crouch, whom she served... But when she arrived at Winky, everything changed. Winky was ashamed of them..."
Hermione had already learned this while having breakfast. With her current attitude, she gently whispered: "Hogwarts is also a good place, isn't it? Maybe your children will follow you as an example in the future, even if they don't work at Hogwarts."
Twinkle shook her head, tears dripping down her pointed nose.
Loren looked around at the surrounding environment, and what came into view was a simple and mysterious castle.
It is said that this is a wizard village where pure-blood families live together. Many families of the twenty-eight sacred pure-blood families have their own mansions here, watching and helping each other, and jointly maintaining the glory of pure blood.
Crouch Mansion is located to the west of the village. The surrounding environment is quiet, with a slowly flowing creek, not-so-dense groves of lush green, and tall exterior walls and towers that isolate the castle from the outside world. Upon arrival, in the vast green space, a straight stone road leads to the main gate of the main castle, giving an overall sense of tranquility.
If guests who are not so close come to visit, standing in front of this tall door will easily give rise to a vague sense of distance, and you may ask yourself in your heart whether your relationship with the owner of the castle is close enough. , is this visit appropriate?
After looking around in a circle and taking a general look at the surrounding environment, Loren withdrew his gaze and focused on Shining. Although the house elf still cried after expressing his wish to stay at Hogwarts, he did not behave in any other unreasonable manner.
Loren knew that she was used to the life of Hogwarts with salary and holidays, but the long-term concept of serving the Crouch family since her grandmother generation still partly remained in her mind. Crouch died. On the contrary, it creates the opportunity to give up completely.
He thought for a moment, squatted down, and looked into Twinkle's eyes: "You only know the news about Barty Crouch's death, but you don't know the inside story, right?"
Twinkle immediately stood up straight. He lost his body and screamed: "Mr. Crouch will never be a Death Eater. He has always completed the work of the Ministry of Magic wholeheartedly. Winky can guarantee that!"
"That little Barty Crow "Where's Qi?"
Loren saw the pupils in the other person's huge eyes suddenly shrink, and the confident expression was frozen on the elf's face. He shook his head and continued: "You should be fully aware of Crow How Mr. and Mrs. Crouch managed to cover up the mystery and replace the son of a Death Eater serving time in Azkaban. You also witnessed with your own eyes that Barty Crouch Jr. took advantage of the chaos to seize the wand on the night of the Quidditch final and released the Black Panther. The magic mark, Shining, after all, you were expelled because of the mistake in the care..."
Shining's breathing became difficult, and she almost didn't dare to breathe under the gaze of those black eyes.
Loren did not continue to torture the Crouches and her faults. She just looked up at the sealed door and said in a calm tone: "But you also have many unclear things."
Hermione also followed him. Looking at the whole castle with his eyes, there was a complicated glint in his eyes. Shining didn't seem to understand, and his expression was blank.
"On the night you were expelled by Crouch, Barty Jr. got rid of the control and restraint that Crouch had exerted on him for a long time, but he did not choose to fly away, but returned to Crouch The mansion..."
Loren glanced at Winky, stood up, took Hermione's hand and walked forward. With a tap of the wand, the seal fell off completely and naturally, falling lightly to the ground, and the door opened with a sound.
"He found the master he longed for, attacked Crouch with Voldemort, and made his biological father into a container for Voldemort's ghost... Until the resurrection ceremony was successfully held, Crouch was covered in flesh and blood. The magic power turned into nourishment for Voldemort's new body, and was then abandoned in the wilderness."
"Master Barty, Master Barty..."
Windy shook her head, trembling all over, and staggered into the castle after the two of them. Wheat fell at the back, and his fist-sized eyes were shining with thought.
Loren and Hermione arrived inside the castle. A thin layer of dust fell on all the furniture and floors they looked at. Exquisite crystal lamps hung from the high hanging ceilings. There were no lampshades, and the lamps were The lamp oil was turbid, the wick burned until only a small black residue remained, and the ashes in the fireplace were mixed.
"It seems that no one has lived here for a long time. Counting it, since the beginning of the Hegemony Tournament, Crowe...Voldemort has never come back." Hermione looked around, sorting out the information revealed by these traces, "It seems that the last time someone entered was the staff of the Ministry of Magic who came to seize the castle..."
There was a series of fresh footprints leading to other rooms on the floor, all the way up the steps, the footprints were neat and straight, The purpose is clear.
"It should be..."
Loren's eyes moved between the remaining lamp oil in the lampshade and the ashes in the fireplace. He noticed that there were still obscure sitting marks on the sofa and tried to restore the inhabitants of the castle in his mind. During the last period of action, no information related to Voldemort was found.
Unfortunately, too much time has passed, and there is no residual magic information. However, many magic items have been found, but none of them have anything to do with Horcruxes, not even black magic items.
"Twinkle...Twinkle has never let the Crouch family's castle have such thick dust."
Twinkle sobbed, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, one by one. A brand new, dry rag suddenly appeared in mid-air, looking like he was about to start a big fight. "Don't do unnecessary things." Loren shook his head, held her wrist, and advised unhurriedly, "According to normal procedures, the Ministry of Magic should summon you for questioning when reviewing the case of Crouch and his son, but Someone was in a hurry to conclude the case, so they didn't notice you, the key witness... You have spent some time in the interrogation room of the Ministry of Magic, do you want to experience it again?"
Sparkling wiped his face with a sparkling light in his eyes: "If I can get Mr. Crouch's reputation back..."
"You are overthinking."
Loren interrupted the house elf's fantasy: "The reason why Barty Crouch was identified as a Death Eater was not because no one stood up to prove his reputation, but because someone hoped that he was a Death Eater. A Death Eater."
Listening to Loren's straightforward and cruel words, Hermione's eyes showed a little unbearable, and she squeezed his hand gently.
Just when Shining was suffering in his heart, a doubtful voice came from behind:
"Who are you and what are you doing here?"
No longer young but still lively. The witch ran over in small steps, holding a handful of poppies tightly in her hands. Her blond hair behind her swayed from side to side in a very unladylike pace. This female employee of the Ministry of Magic, whom everyone despised, came over curiously and recklessly: " Are you also here to pay homage to Mr. Crouch? "
Hermione and Winky both recognized this Ms. Bertha Jorkins, but the starting points of their memories were different, one was at 10 months. The former Quidditch World Cup camp was this castle several years ago.
Loren observed her condition carefully, and it was easy to see from her questions and expressions that Miss Jorkins had completely forgotten her memory about them.
"Miss Jorkins?" Winky looked at the poppy in her hand and murmured in a daze.
"Do you know me?" Bertha Jorkins's eyes sparkled with surprise, and then she sighed in frustration and complained to herself, "It seems that you all know me, but I don't remember Who are you...I'm so sorry, my brainlessness is famous in the Ministry of Magic. My second cousin told me that it may be a symptom of early Alzheimer's disease."
She rambled for a long time before slowing down. Quickly, he nodded apologetically to a few people: "Can you please introduce yourselves again? I will try to remember it this time!"
Hermione recalled the speculation Loren had said in her mind, and took a sip. Pursing her lips: "I am Hermione Granger, and this is Loren Morgan. We met in the camp and box at the Quidditch World Cup..."
"Quidditch World Cup..." Jorkins first made an expression as if he was trying to remember, but after realizing that it had no effect at all, he began to stare at the two people's faces and recited their names silently. After a long time, he finally nodded vigorously, "I remember, Hermione Grant." Jay, Loren Granger, let's go pay homage to Mr. Crouch!"
Loren and Hermione looked at each other, the thoughts in their minds rising and falling.
The sparkling eyes bloomed with astonishing brilliance: "Pay homage? Has Mr. Crouch been buried? Where?"
"I still remember this! He was buried in the creek Under the apple tree next to it..."
Bertha Jorkins' tone was quite complacent, and she took Hermione towards the woods beside the stream on the right side of the castle, "I asked several people, repeatedly. After asking many times, they became impatient, but Mr. Weasley was still willing to repeat it until I remembered it.
"Mr. Rufus Scrimgeour - the name of our head of the Auror Office." People buried him there, saying they hoped the running water would wash away the dirt on his body. In fact, many people suggested burying him directly in Little Hangleton..."
The group of people followed her to the cemetery. The lawn had not been taken care of for a long time, and the wild grass and wild flowers were particularly lush. Jorkins seemed to like the soft touch of the soles of his feet on the lawn, and even hummed an off-key funeral march.
So much so that Hermione wondered if she had forgotten the meaning of death.
Loren looked at Jorkins' back with a complicated expression.
Sparkling's expression became more complicated. She opened her mouth and said softly: "Miss Jorkins...you, why are you willing to come to pay homage to Mr. Crouch?"
"Because He is very good to me!" Jorkins blurted out without thinking, "My memory is too bad, I always miss things, and my abilities are not good. I have been rotated in all departments of the Ministry of Magic, but no boss wants to have one. Among subordinates like me, only Mr. Crouch always encourages me and is willing to persuade them to let me stay in the Ministry of Magic..."
Her memorial process was as simple and straightforward as her memory. She placed a messy poppy bouquet in front of the tombstone and whispered a few words, "I will miss you, Mr. Crouch, if I remember..."
Winky sat slumped in front of the tombstone, wailing "Mr. Crouch" and "Master Barty", crying until he couldn't breathe.
Standing side by side with Loren on the bank of the creek, Hermione looked at the simple tombstone from a distance. She knew very well that a hard-working and conscientious employee of the Ministry of Magic was buried in the new grave. A hero who endured pressure and launched iron-blooded measures to punish the villains and protect the people during the turbulent years was buried with a father who was murdered by his son and a dark wizard...
But looking at the back of Bertha Jorkins, There is no admiration or pity in my heart.
She should spit on his grave.
"Miss Jorkins, please come here and take a look..."
Jorkins walked over without knowing why, and followed Loren's guidance to look at the flowing stream. The water was not calm. Her shadow was reflected, the light and shadow were floating, slightly blurred.
The boy was clearly standing beside me, but his voice seemed to come from a very far away place. It was vague but could reach the depths of his mind: "Memory is like a flowing stream. When a section of it is If it is blocked, the source becomes a pool of stagnant water, which is later cut off, so you need to clear the blockage bit by bit."
"What?" Jokins asked subconsciously.
The voice smiled softly: "You will have nightmares in the next period of time, please don't be afraid."
Stones hit the stream.
The sound of water is crisp and clear.
(End of this chapter)