298 Chapter 20, Natural Servant

Among the crowd in the stands of the Quidditch stadium, Hoffa and Nicole LeMay sat in the second row, surrounded by fans wearing traditional costumes from various countries.

They were waving their arms, their foreheads were full of sweat, cheering and cheering for their national team excitedly. Even the elderly Nicole Flamel stretched his neck at the moment, staring at the center of the arena without blinking.

At this moment, the competition in the arena is close to white-hot. The ferocity of the game was now greater than anything Hoffa had seen in the past.

The Firebolt flew past with lightning speed, and the batters on both sides showed no mercy. They didn't care whether the bat in their hands hit the ball or the person, they just swung wildly with all their might.

A player was hit in the waist and nearly fell off his broomstick.

"Mustafa berates the Bulgarian keeper for hitting - too much elbow!" Ludo Bagman shouted to the rowdy crowd. "Ah, yes, Ireland penalty!"

In the middle of the Quidditch field, the leprechauns rose angrily into the air like a swarm of glittering hornets, and now together they quickly formed the words "Ha! Ha! Ha!" The veela on the opposite side of the arena jumped up, shaking their hair angrily.

"foul!"

The Irish supporters around Hoffa chanted in unison. They all stood up, forming a huge green wave.

"Foul!" Ludo Bagman's magically amplified voice repeated these two words, "Dimitrov hurt Moran—flying over and colliding on purpose—will definitely be awarded a free throw— That's right, the referee blew the whistle!"

Nicolas excitedly pushed Hoffa, "Look, foul, foul, there must be a fight!"

But Hoffa was a little bit lacking in interest. After entering the arena, he always had a lingering sense of anxiety and oppression in his heart. This oppression came from nowhere and made him unable to concentrate on watching the game.

Finally, when the penalty kicker of the Irish team stood in front of the hoop, he whispered into Nicole Lemay's ear and said, "I'm going out to find Barty Jr."

"Now?"

Nicole Flamel said in surprise, "It's so beautiful, it's not too late to look for it after you've finished."

"No, it won't take too long. I'm afraid that after the end, there will be too many people looking at him, and I won't be able to find him."

Nicole Flamel looked a little unhappy, like a friend who failed in an Amway movie, frowned and said: "Okay. Let's go and come back quickly, and don't let the Ministry of Magic find out."

"clear."

After Hoffa finished speaking, he gathered his clothes, quickly bypassed the crowd, and walked to the top box of the Quidditch stadium.

Since Nicole Flamel was pretending to be Ali Bashir, he was just a businessman, so naturally he couldn't sit in the box of the Ministry of Magic official on the top floor, but the distance was not far, only tens of meters away from the stairs.

Thinking of the Harry Potter trio right above his head, Hoffa couldn't help quickening his pace. If he remembered correctly, Barty Crouch Jr. should be sitting in the same box as the Minister of Magic and Harry at this time.

Passing through the stairs and coming to the door of the box on the top floor, Hoffa saw two Aurors in black robes standing at the door of the box, motionless.

Out of an abundance of caution, he ghost walks and disappears.

However, when he walked up to the two Aurors, he found that the two were leaning against the wall with their eyes closed, their heads shaking slightly up and down.

How lazy, Hoffa thought. You can fall asleep in such a noisy place.

He didn't wake them up, and quietly walked into the box on the top floor without disturbing anyone.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on the arena, and Hoffa could see a row of young people with red hair, who should be the children of the Weasley family.

A few men and women with pale blond hair, they should be members of the Malfoy family.

There was also a boy with black hair, which should be Harry with the back of his head intact, and a girl with curly chestnut hair, who was holding a brass telescope, staring firmly at the field. It should be Hermione Granger— Thinking of his former goals, Hoffa felt that he was really naive and cute in the past.

After standing at the door and looking around, Hoffa discovered a serious problem. Everyone described in the original book is here, but Barty Crouch Jr. is not there, not even the house elf named Winky.

This made him frown. Could this be the legendary butterfly effect, when he saw old Barty Crouch during the day, which caused him to become alert and not release his son at night?

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to hesitate, strode out of the box, and hurried to the outside of the field. He was going to Old Batty's room to ascertain the facts.

The noise of the Quidditch pitch gradually moved away, and he entered his familiar territory. At this moment, there was no one outside the empty tent area, and the fog in the South Wales swamp arrived as expected, followed by some kind of Odd low temperature.

The low temperature made Hoffa shudder, how could it be so cold?

Click.

The sound of branches being trampled and broken came from a distance, extremely subtle.

But it was accurately captured by Hoffa. He turned around slowly and turned his ears sideways. In the dense forest behind the tent, faint conversation sounds entered his ears.

"Bitch! Bitch! Please, please, haha."

"Little master, you can't leave, the master said, if you leave, he will kill you!"

"You think I'm afraid of death, huh? You bastard, you think I'm afraid of death?"

"I don't, little master, please Winky"

Under the moonlight, Hoffa's golden eyes suddenly widened. The fragmentary and weird information made him realize something. Like a ghost, he slowly drifted towards the place where the sound came from.

After entering the dense forest, he saw a very curious and abnormal scene. This surprised Hoffa for about one-tenth of a second, but then he was relieved. He had even experienced the thing where he shot himself down, so what is this kind of thing?

I'm afraid that since Barty Jr. came out of Azkaban, his spirit has long been tortured by the dementors and he is a little abnormal.

He simply stood by the edge of the woods in phantom, hugging his shoulders, and then watched him kick the house elf away in extreme disgust. Since the guy was wearing an invisibility cloak, he could only see a strange thing floating in the air disappearing in a flash

Hoffa turned his head away, and slowly walked out from the darkness behind the tree: "You're in good spirits, Batty."

Crashing, the sound of messy footsteps broke countless branches, the sudden appearance of a strange bald head frightened the person under the invisibility cloak, and the elf with huge ears screamed frantically.

Hoffa raised a finger, and the screaming stopped abruptly.

The tree behind the house-elf suddenly came to life and locked the house-elf's mouth with a branch.

Hoffa stopped before the empty tree roots.

"Take off the cloak, I need to talk to you."

"Ga Ge Ge" teeth collided up and down, making a slight rattling sound.

There was nothing in front of me.

Hoffa turned his head a little bit, "Don't be afraid, and don't back away, I can see you."

"Who are you!?"

There was a roar of panic and anger in front of the empty tree roots. A skinny young man with light yellow hair suddenly lifted off the invisibility cloak on his body. He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at Hoffa's head without thinking about his own body.

Hoffa didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and simply rolled up his sleeves neatly, revealing his Dark Mark in front of him.

The young man throwing rocks in the air changed his posture while running wildly, from the desperate discus throwing David to the ancient eunuch who saw the emperor's imperial decree.

bark.

He knelt down and dragged three or four meters, rolled up a pile of leaves, slid in front of Hoffa with his knees, raised his hand and looked at his arm, and said in disbelief, "You are, the master's servant?"

"No, I'm his friend." Hoffa said lightly: "It was your master who asked me to come to you. He needs you more than ever before."

As soon as he finished saying this, Hoffa regretted it, because the eye sockets of the skinny young man with light blond hair in front of him suddenly became moist, and he sobbed a few times, wiping his hot tears, and tremblingly said: "I, I, I I know, I know. This day, I know this day, master, master has not forgotten me, master has not forgotten me"

He was talking to himself, and even started to cry, crying louder and louder.

Not only crying, but also wanted to raise his hand to touch Hoffa's arm, as if a religious person wanted to touch some sacred object.

Hoffa never thought that the Barty Crouch he saw was such a Barty Crouch. How did this kind of guy lurk in Hogwarts for a whole year without being discovered?

Seeing that his fingers with snot and tears were about to touch his arm, Hoffa raised his leg and kicked him in the chest, kicking him back.

But after being kicked, he not only didn't get angry, nor did he stop. Instead, he got up from the ground, rushed to the tree that restrained the house-elf, hugged the house-elf, and said ecstatically: "Winky! Twinkle! My master needs me, my master needs me!!"

He was so ecstatic that he frantically kissed the house elf on the face several times.

The poor house elf looked at Hoffa in the distance with horrified eyes, could not make a sound, and was trembling all over.

"Master needs me! Master needs me, master needs me!"

Barty Crouch Jr. shook his head and muttered to himself as if chanting a spell. Afterwards, he suddenly turned his head, looked at Hoffa, and rushed towards him with strides, his eyes filled with frenzy and madness.

Hoffa was a little disgusted by that crazy appearance, he took a step back without a trace, and raised his finger.

The running Batty's feet were bound by vines, and he fell to the ground. Afterwards, Hoffa snapped his fingers, and an electric current flashed across the vine, making Barty Crouch Jr.'s hair stand on end, unable to speak.

"Calm down?"

He squatted down in front of Little Barty.

"Master, where is master, tell me where is master!?"

Barty Jr. is still fanatical.

Zi, another burst of electricity.

"Calm down?" Hoffa asked cruelly.

"Bastard, I am the most loyal servant of the master, how dare you treat me like this!" He cursed angrily, foaming at the mouth.

Nourish! !

This time the current is several times stronger than just now.

The electric little Barty straightened up, exuding a scorching smell, and the electric flash in the distance struggled violently, with tears in his eyes.

Hoffa slowly released his fingers: "Calm down?"

Little Batty stared at him, staring at him in fear, without saying a word.

Slap.

The vines that bound him loosened.

Hoffa stood up and slowly turned around little Barty, the blue robe dragging on the misty leaves, making a slight rustling sound:

"Voldemort asked me to come to you, so I came, but Voldemort never said that I am not allowed to kill you, so you'd better listen to me obediently."

"How do I know if what you said is true or false!"

Hoffa raised a finger, and Barty Jr. immediately shut up and curled up into a ball subconsciously.

"Hmph," Hoffa sneered and let go of his fingers: "Your master has a plan for resurrection, and he needs you, so I will take you out of here tonight, do you understand?"

"I understand, I understand."

Little Barty Crouch finally came to his senses. He crawled to Hoffa's feet and said impatiently, "Then when are we going to leave, Mr. Baldhead?"

"What did you call me?" Hoffa's forehead suddenly burst into blue veins.

"Uh..." Thinking of the terrible electric current, Little Barty immediately flinched again, and asked weakly, "Then what should I call you?"

"You can call me Mr. Bach."

After thinking about it, Hoffa still said his surname. The surname Bach is not unusual in foreign countries, it can be regarded as the kind of bad street.

Little Barty immediately entered the state, "Then, Mr. Bach, do we want to inform other people about the news of the master's return?"

"What?"

Hoffa didn't quite react to his sudden arrival.

"My master has been silent for so long, so many people have forgotten our master, so many people have forgotten how great we are, hehe." Little Barty got up, rubbed his hands, and walked around in the woods After two laps, he said with a sneer: "I must let those people know who is the king of the wizarding world and who is the greatest black mage in history."

"so?"

Hoffa frowned.

"So I'm going to do something for my master, I'm going to launch the Dark Mark and declare this great moment!"