329 Chapter 51, Hell Cinema

An inexplicable black shrouded the cave, but all those who were eroded by the black changed their forms unconsciously.

Some people grow sharp horns, some people's eyes become blood red, some people's teeth become sharp, some people have elongated noses, even Dumbledore is not immune, his silver elegant beard and hair become black tentacles, his forehead Many obsidian crystals were also born on the ground, and he became a proper demon wizard.

Of course, the biggest change belongs to old Barty Crouch.

After yelling that you are not my son.

His whole body twisted and swelled, turning into a satyr with bent legs, arched back and long arms, with a long tail growing behind his buttocks.

As for his mother, her stature rapidly shrunk, turning into a creature like a house elf.

"what happened?"

Miller asked Hoffa.

"Probably this is what they look like in Barty Jr.'s eyes. Dreams are generally not explained to people, and they only use images to symbolize something."

"That's an obvious symbol."

Miller said to himself: "Why didn't you save him just now?"

"Dreams have nothing to do with reason, but only with emotions. Do you think it's enough for us to take him away from here? No way.

I still don't know what the purpose of this dream is, how to defeat my future self. Before we figure out the intention of this dream, we can't act rashly. "

Miller was stunned for a while, then sneered softly: "It's still nothing to do with yourself. When you face Aglaia, you can't see that you are so calm."

Hoffa's face was unusually hot, and he turned his head away. But when Batty Jr. was dragged out of the dungeon by the dementors, the pitch blackness completely flooded the entire underground cave. The din of voices gradually died down.

"Why is it dark again?"

Miller's voice rang in his ears.

"Do not be afraid."

Hoffa said.

After a while, the black fades away.

A huge gray screen appeared in front of Hoffa and Miller, illuminating rows of empty chairs like an old-fashioned movie curtain, even with white digital countdowns on it.

3, 2, 1

When the countdown ended, a semi-bald old man with thinning hair and golden eyes stood on the screen, wearing a suit, and said very politely: "Welcome to Hell Cinema, and now we are playing "Father and Son" for you."

"WTF? Is that your future self?"

Miller looked at Hoffa in a daze, and Hoffa was also in a daze. He touched the soft cushion under his buttocks, and the black hardwood armrest beside him, and realized that he and Miller were suddenly sitting in a movie theater, short of popcorn and Coke.

Just as he was thinking, a serving of popcorn and Coke actually appeared in front of him. The popcorn is fried golden and exudes a tempting milky aroma. There were ice cubes dangling in the cola, and droplets of water condensed and hung on the glass.

"What's going on?" Miller looked at the popcorn on his lap. We...were we not just now watching Barty Jr.'s trial? "

"This is a dream, there is no logic at all."

Hoffa said that after taking a bite of popcorn, it really tastes the same as in the real world: "If you come, you will be safe. Let's see what the future version of me wants to do?"

Just as he was talking, a lake appeared on the screen in front of him. The lake slowly drew closer, and then a castle appeared. Hoffa couldn't be more familiar with that scene, it was Hogwarts and the Black Lake.

He couldn't help sitting up straight. What exactly does his future self want to do? Does he want to play the entire series of Harry Potter movies in front of him?

Just as he was thinking, the camera continued to zoom in, gradually zooming in to the shore of the Black Lake, and two figures appeared in the camera. The sound of quarreling also followed.

"You humiliated me more than ten years ago, and now people have forgotten you with great difficulty. Are you going to cause another Longbottom incident!?" The man on the screen cursed loudly.

"The Longbottoms didn't do it to me! Why did you blame me for what Bella Strange did?" the young man shouted loudly and unwillingly.

"What's the difference between what you didn't do and what you did, idiot?" The middle-aged man reprimanded severely: Don't think I don't know what you want to do hiding in Hogwarts! Say, do you want to resurrect the person who can't even say his name? "

"I don't, I'm serving a decent wizard now!"

"Serve? You bastard, where did you lose your dignity as a wizard? How could my Crouch family have a shameless descendant like you!"

"Why do you say me, aren't you also a dog of the Minister of Magic?"

The people on the screen are Batty Jr. and his father Batty Sr. They are standing by the black lake and arguing, and the quarrel is gradually escalating.

Snapped! !

The old Batty slapped the young Batty on the face with his hand, pointed at his nose and cursed:

"You still dare to mention Cornelius Fudge to me. Originally, I could have made a lot of achievements in the position of Minister of Magic, but I was messed up by you wretch!"

"You deserve it!" Little Barty stepped back and covered his face, crying sharply; "You are also worthy of being an official of the Ministry of Magic? You can't even manage your own family, and you still want to manage society!?"

Snapped! !

It was another heavy slap, which slapped the little Barty's face with blood, and the old Barty roared angrily: "It's against you, dare to say it again?!"

"You still think of me as a child?"

Little Barty was so angry that he picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at Old Barty's head: "You locked me in the house alone for a week, and every time I closed When you come back from Hogwarts, you will complain that my studies are not as good as others, time and time again, time and time again!!"

"If you can't do it yourself and blame others, you will make excuses in your life."

"shut up!"

Little Barty rushed over furiously, held down old Barty, and roared at the top of his lungs: "You ruined my life and my self-confidence! I don't even dare to look at the girl I like. I want to kill you!" I'm going to kill you!"

"come."

But the old Batty folded his arms in extreme contempt, without pulling out his wand, letting the young Batty grab himself: "Come on, Oedipus, come on, kill me, you trash, if If you dare to kill me, you can live like a man, but do you dare?"

"you you."

On the screen, Batty Jr. was out of breath, holding up a stone, his hands trembling with anger.

Off-screen, Hoffa and Miller stared at the screen without blinking. None of them expected that Batty, who had just passed by them, suddenly ran into the screen.

For a long time, the stone did not fall.

"Yes, you are my father."

Little Barty let go of his hand slowly, took a step back, and put down the stone.

His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I won't kill you, but I need your apology. You'd better hurry up and say the apology you owe me for decades, and we'll talk about other things."

"Dream, I apologize to you. You deserve it too."

The old Batty on the screen snorted coldly, turned his head and left.

After walking a few steps, little Barty didn't keep up, so old Barty turned around and scolded: "Why are you still standing there, I don't understand people's words, go back and just stay there."

"Apologize."

Little Barty lowered his head and squeezed out from between his teeth.

Old Batty was really angry. This time, he took out his wand from his waist, swiped it down, and the wand turned into a rope.

Snapped! He carried the rope and walked forward, the sullen expression on his face made him look very hideous.

"Since I was a child, I have never let me worry about it. Before my family had you, my official career was smooth. With you, your mother fell ill, and my job was relegated. All my ambitions were ruined by your mouse shit." .”

He raised the rope and put it around Little Barty's neck, but was hit on the head by a stone. The force was heavy and he exhausted all his strength, and blood flowed out on the spot.

"you!?"

Old Batty covered his gurgling bloody head, and looked at Little Batty in disbelief.

One blow was successful, followed by a storm-like attack.

"Are you sorry, are you sorry, are you sorry, are you sorry?"

Batty Jr. crazily smashed old Batty's head with a stone, knocking him to the ground, blood was splashed all over the screen.

Hoffa and Miller dropped their popcorn with their mouths open.

I don't know how long it took, but in the end, the old Barty on the screen fell on the stone flood beach of the Black Lake, his head split into seven petals, and he was almost out of shape.

Little Barty stood there trembling all over, holding a blood-stained stone, with a dazed expression.

The picture fades away.

The cinema was plunged into darkness again.

After a while, Miller's hoarse voice came from beside his ears.

"Hmph, it's really father and son fighting each other!"

He took a bite of the popcorn viciously: "If you want me to say, Old Batty deserved it, he reminded me of Adbe when he was young."

Hoffa didn't speak. He still hasn't figured out the meaning of this dream. He first showed himself Barty Jr.'s trial, and then showed himself Barty Jr. killing his father. What does his future self want to express?

Just thinking about it.

The movie screen came on again.

The same little Barty, the same old Barty.

But this time, the location has changed, not the Black Lake, let alone Hogwarts. It was some dark basement. There is a dining table in the basement. There are a few simple home-cooked dishes on the table, such as bread, salad, and red wine.

Batty and his son sat face to face at the dining table to eat, and a house elf was diligently helping old Batty open wine and helping young Batty spread napkins, it was Shining.

There are two candles hanging on the wall. Although it is underground, it still looks warm and harmonious.

Shining, the house elf, brought a bowl of vegetable salad. Little Barty frowned and looked at the vegetarian table, and complained, "Shining, cook a steak for me."

Winky immediately turned around and walked up the stairs.

"Wait a moment."

Old Barty stopped it, and he shook the napkin and said slowly, "Let's eat fruit tonight."

"I said I don't like fruit."

Little Batty said.

"No one asks what you like to eat, boy, and, by the way, I remind you that eating fruit at night can keep you in the right spirit to face work the next day."

"I don't see any work in this basement for me." Barty Jr. sarcastically said.

Old Batty glared at him, looking very dignified and dissatisfied. He said slowly, "You invited me to dinner but didn't respect my eating habits. Is that what the mysterious man taught you?"

Little Barty had a few blue veins on his forehead, and took a few deep breaths. However, he still sat down slowly, and said to Shining in a low voice, "Let's eat fruit tonight."

"Okay, little master."

Winky said in a low voice, and brought a bowl of salad for little Barty.

"Tell me, what can you do with me?" Old Batty leaned back on the chair relaxedly, with some arrogance and complacency: "Let's say it first, if you want to leave here, I won't allow it, if you want to increase the cost of living, I will Will not agree."

"Do not want any."

Little Barty squeezed the dinner fork tightly: "I asked you to accompany me to eat, just want to ask, is Aunt Polly's daughter, my sister Olive, sent to the United States by you to have a dinner in Ilvermorny? Exchange Students?"

"Yes, who told you? Winky, or Olive herself?"

Little Barty didn't speak.

"Sparkle."

Old Barty yelled with a cold face, and the elf in the kitchen immediately put down the work in his hand, and ran down the stairs with a thud.

"Who told him Olive was going to Ilvermorny, you or Oliver?"

"Yes, that's me." Shining said in horror, it rubbed its crumpled apron, and said in a panic: "I see that the little master can't receive outside messages every day, so that's it."

"My son doesn't need information from outside, wink, if there is another time, don't blame me for giving you a piece of clothing."

The elf was so frightened that he knelt down on the spot and prostrated himself on the ground.

Little Batty clenched his fists with a livid face.

"Okay, let's go down."

Old Batty waved his hand annoyedly, and drove away the panicked elf.

"Yes, I do want to send Olive to Ilvermorny, what's the matter?"

"Are you crazy?"

Little Barty said depressedly: "The United States is so far away, Olive has been in poor health since she was a child, and we have no relatives in the United States, why did you send her so far away, she is a girl"

"You think everyone is you?"

Old Batty suddenly raised the volume, "Oliver will take care of herself."

"She's only twelve years old!"

"Some people are already Animagus at the age of twelve!"

Old Batty's momentum was rising steadily, and it seemed that he had to suppress his son.

"I've never heard of a twelve-year-old Animagus!" Batty said in shock, "Are you kidding, you didn't make such a decision last month, and you sent her to the United States this month , is it because she sneaked a look at me in the cellar last month?"

"enough!"

Old Batty slapped the table, causing the salad plate to bounce: "Don't judge my decision, and don't speculate on my thoughts. Regarding my decision, you only need to approve it and follow it!"

After he finished speaking forcefully, he bit off the cherry tomatoes on the fork, threw the fork away, and wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"I could have had a quiet dinner in a restaurant, but you called me this kind of place just to tell me this shit."

After speaking, he got up and left the dark dining table in the basement, got up and walked outside.

"stop!"

Little Barty stopped him coldly behind Old Barty.

Old Batty turned his head.

"You are afraid that the rest of the family will know of my existence, right? You are afraid that Olive will leak the news of my existence, so you send her to the United States regardless of her health, right?"

Old Batty was a little surprised, but he curled his lips and continued to walk up without bothering to answer.

"Do you only have your seat in your eyes?"

Barty Jr. raised his voice, "Apart from the broken heads of the Ministry of Magic, do you have other things in your eyes?"

boom! !

Old Barty raised his hand and waved his wand.

The back of the dining table in front of Barty Jr. was blown up, and the cups and plates were messed up and smashed into pieces. Green vegetables and red tomato juice mixed with pieces of porcelain slowly flowed down Barty Jr.'s face.

"That's right."

Old Batty said indifferently: "To tell you the truth, your sister has to go to Ilvermorny, and the reason for going is that I don't want to see her sneaking into the basement to see you, so you don't have to worry about other members of the family. It's also bad! For this reason, I cast a forgetting curse on her, so that she will completely forget your existence!"

Listening to his father's words, Little Barty sat back on the chair with a face as pale as paper, and his lips were bloodless.

"If you want to blame, blame yourself for being so unbearable."

He slipped his wand back into his pocket. He glanced contemptuously at Little Barty, who was lying behind the messy cups and plates, and turned to leave.

But just as he stepped up the basement stairs and was about to walk towards the exit.

A silver table knife pierced through the back of his neck fiercely, and the tip penetrated his neck, bringing out a tinge of red.

Rub it!

Little Barty pulled out the table knife, stabbed it into his father's neck again without hesitation, and then pulled it out violently, stabbing three times in a row.

Bark, blood splatters.

"ah!!"

In winky scream.

The picture faded, and the cinema was once again plunged into darkness.

"this?"

The popcorn that Miller had just arrived in his mouth didn't go in, and fell from the corner of his mouth, "I thought it was a flashback technique in the legend, why did this kill again?"

Hoffa's expression was solemn, and he didn't even think about it. Both things seemed very real, and it was Barty Jr. who killed his father. But the causes and places are quite different.

Of course, it is impossible for old Batty to die twice in a row.

No one can, what is the situation?

Just as he was thinking, two more people appeared on the screen in front of him.

Not surprisingly, it was Batty Jr. and Batty Sr. again.

This time, nothing fancy.

As soon as the two of them appeared on the screen, they wrestled crazily.

This time the scene is neither the Black Lake of Hogwarts nor the dining table in the basement. This time it was in a cemetery, and the weather was raining heavily.

They wrestled together in the mud in front of a tombstone, both covered in mud.

"Don't let me go back, you shameful thing!"

The old Batty pressed the little Batty under his body, strangled his throat tightly, and his appearance was completely murderous.

Little Barty's face turned purple, and he fell to the ground, stroking the ground with his hands: "I won't go back, will I continue to be locked in the cellar by you as a mouse!?"

"When the mouse is also found to be strong by you, you are enough to embarrass me. Do you want me to not even be the director?"

Old Batty's veins popped up on his forehead, and his arms worked harder.

The sky thundered and thundered, and there were thunderstorms.

Little Barty was filled with grief and indignation, tears mixed with rain: "Then if this is the case, why did you fish me out of Azkaban? What are you doing!?"

"You think I want to save you, trash, because your old mother took pity on you, trash, and sacrificed herself to save you. Now, your mother is mad at you, and you think someone can protect you?"

"My mother's not mad at me, you old brute! You know the Ministry of Magic all day long, and you don't give a shit about her!"

"That's better than following Voldemort, you stupid bastard, trash, full of shit! You're the one who pissed off your mother, and you still have the face to visit her in the cemetery!"

The old Batty pressed the little Batty on the tombstone, and pressed his head against the tombstone: "You and your group of cronies have disgraced me! You still have the face to argue with me now."

bang bang!

After hitting twice in a row, Barty Jr. turned around and grabbed his father's thigh, dragged him to the ground, and then rode on him, shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Then why me?"

He strangled old Batty's neck tightly: "Then tell me why it's me!"

"Why is it you? When you say something, tell me clearly, don't say half and leave half, who taught you this bad habit!"

boom!

A flash of lightning flashed, under the white light.

Little Barty's expression was like that of a ghost, and he shouted distortedly and unwillingly:

"Why am I your son, why do you want me to be your son? Why can't it be someone else, why can't I be born in that kind of normal family, why are you never satisfied with me!?"

"Why you!? I still want to ask why you are my son?"

Old Batty roared under the lightning: "With a progressive and decent father like me, most people can't ask for it. I don't know how many outstanding young people out there are willing to be my secretary. More human than you, how dare you ask why me?"

Old Batty spit on his face, "Don't let me see your stupid face again, disgusting!"

"Then don't give birth to me. I forced you to fuck my mother?"

Batty Jr. roared wildly, his arms straining.

"There is no chance to do it again." Old Batty also grabbed the young Batty's neck: "If I could do it all over again, I would rather shoot you against the wall or in the toilet!"

"I kill you!"

Little Barty yelled frantically, "Go to hell with me!"

"Let's see who dies first!"

Batty Sr. punched Batty Jr. in the face.

The tearing between the father and son became intense.

Suddenly, a thunderbolt struck from the sky, striking the two of them. The two fathers and sons who were fighting each other were chopped into coke at the same time.

The screen went dark again.

The screen came on again.

Barty Jr. Barty Sr. appears again.

The screen went dark again.

Little Barty kills Old Barty.

lights up again.

Two people appear.

dark.

Old Barty died.

lights up.

Appear.

dark.

die.

lights up.

Hoffa and Miller sat in this peculiar movie theater seat, holding popcorn in their hands, watching the Crouch family's father and son quarrel again and again, each time at a different location, each time The reasons are different, some are because of big things, some are because of some trivial things.

And this pair of father and son are simply natural rivals, and they disagree on everything. Family, property, behavior style, even food taste, sexual orientation, etc.

But no matter what the process is, Little Barty will eventually kill Old Barty, or die with him.

The movie on the screen just loops like this.

again and again,

again and again,

again and again,

Finally, around the twelfth time, Hoffa couldn't take it anymore. He stood up and shouted loudly in the movie theater: "What the hell is the plane? Who is showing the movie? Come out!"