Chapter 639 I Just Made some Reasonable Guesses Based on Intelligence

Ivan looked at Crouch who was kicked to the ground with pity, straightened his messed up clothes, and said.

"Don't be so excited, Mr. Crouch, no one has invaded your brain. I just made some reasonable guesses based on intelligence... nothing more!"

"But it seems I guessed it right, doesn't it?" Ivan said half-truthfully.

Legilimency is not a good word. No one likes a guy who can read his own memory at any time.

Crouch slumped on the ground depressed and was silent for a long time.

Moody next to him couldn't help it anymore and said angrily. "Ivan, what riddle are you trying to solve? Who is the person Barty is looking for? Why did that person throw Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire again?"

"What's the use of asking me? I was just guessing!" Ivan shook his head.

Moody didn't believe a word of it, but there was nothing he could do about Ivan. He could only turn his attention to Barty Crouch and said gloomily.

"You'd better tell the truth, Barty, you should know that I have never been very patient! Or do you prefer that I feed you some truth serum?"

Crouch remained motionless, as if intending to remain passive to the end.

Moody sneered. He rummaged through the pocket of the wizard's robe, took out a small bottle of transparent potion, and was about to drink it for Crouch.

"Don't do this, Professor Moody!" Ivan pressed Moody's hand, gave him a calm look, and then said to Barty Crouch.

"Mr. Crouch, I have heard many stories about you.

They told me that you are an upright and serious person who has been committed to fighting You-Know-Who and his legion of Death Eaters when you were the Executive Director. You have tried countless dark wizards and even sacrificed your own children for justice. Put in Azkaban! "

Crouch's expression changed a little, and a look of shame appeared on his face, but Ivan continued to speak.

"I don't know what you are hiding from us, but you should know that the person you are looking for is planning a very dangerous thing. He sneaked in and put Harry's name into the Goblet of Fire. Intent on killing Harry!"

Ivan's tone became louder and louder. He stared into Crouch's eyes and questioned. "We all know that his purpose is much more than that. Do you really want to continue to hide it? Professor Dumbledore once said that you are the most trustworthy person in the Ministry of Magic. I hope you can live up to his evaluation. Don't do it again. Wrong Mr. Crouch!"

Ivan's words struck Crouch's heart like a bell. He closed his eyes in pain and was silent for a long time before speaking faintly.

"I'm sorry, he got the wrong person! I'm not that noble..."

"But you're right, Hals. At least I can't continue to be wrong..." Crouch stood up with difficulty holding the blanket. He was no longer as decadent as before, and he had somewhat regained his energy.

Ivan smiled and waved his wand to wave over a few chairs, indicating that everyone could sit down and talk slowly.

"Can you show me that note again?" Crouch asked without rushing to sit down and looked at Moody.

Of course Moody had no objection and took out the note with Harry written on it again and handed it to Crouch.

Crouch reached out to take it, touched the writing on it, and said fondly. "This is the handwriting of my son Barty Jr. I am very familiar with him, there is no way he can be mistaken!"

"Wait for your son?" Moody looked surprised, as if he had seen a ghost. "If I remember correctly, didn't he die in Azkaban more than ten years ago? How many of them were there? Aurors also witnessed his body being buried."

"Or is it that the body is not your son at all? Did you find a way to replace him?" Moody quickly thought of this.

"Yes, I made my dying wife drink Polyjuice Potion and turned into Barty Jr., and deceived the Aurors and Dementors..." Crouch explained painfully.

"No wonder, during the trial, I thought you were really so selfless. I didn't expect you had planned it from the beginning, focusing on your dying wife, intending to use her to save your reputation and son!" Mu Di said with a sneer, grabbing Crouch by the collar and wanting to punch him directly.

"Calm down, Professor Moody, we should listen to what Mr. Crouch has to say first!" Ivan hurriedly tried to smooth things over to prevent them from fighting on the spot.

Having read the original work, he knew very clearly that Crouch was indeed a selfless person, and the trial of Barty Jr. followed procedures and had no selfish motives.

But in the end, he couldn't resist his wife's pleading - after all, rescuing little Barty was the last wish of his dying wife!

Ivan looked at Crouch with more and more pity. He had done countless good and right things in his life and worked hard for the anti-Dark Lord cause, but he was so soft-hearted that he made a big mistake. This one mistake It was enough to ruin the reputation he had accumulated for half a lifetime!

Under Moody's rebuke, Crouch looked remorseful. He had no intention of explaining, let alone throwing all the responsibility on his wife.

After all, no matter what the process is, he is the one who ultimately makes the decision.

Wrong is wrong!

Crouch sighed deeply, skipped the topic, and began to describe how he brought Barty back home, cast the Imperius Curse on him, and ordered the house elf Sparkle to supervise Barty's every move at all times. A move.

"I have always been very careful. I thought this secret could be kept hidden, but I didn't expect it to be discovered..." At this point, Crouch's face became very depressed, and he didn't speak again for a while.

"Is this the witch named Bertha Jorkins?" Ivan continued for him, took the Daily Prophet from the table, flipped to one of the pages, and threw it in front of the two of them.

Moody stepped forward and took a look. The back of the Daily Prophet contained news about the disappearance of a witch from the Department of International Exchange and Cooperation. After thinking about it for a moment, he immediately understood the information contained in it.

"Barty, did you kill her? Because she discovered your secret?" Moody glared at Crouch angrily.

"No, I didn't kill her, I just cast a powerful forgetting spell on her. I don't know where she went after that or how she disappeared." Crouch quickly shook his head and explained.

"Who knows if what you said is true..." Moody said sarcastically. He never believed any prisoner's words, even if the person in front of him was his former boss.