Chapter 311 Asking for leave
[Recently, a series of things happened in the three-dimensional world that made me feel depressed. I have no mood to write at all. I will try to update one more chapter on Sunday, and then you little cuties can read it together~]
It’s such a worry, that little mouse that can’t do anything right!
Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Alastor Moody with the help of Polyjuice Potion, paddled his wooden leg laboriously, walking in the Forbidden Forest in shallow and deep steps. Fortunately, it was cold and the soft soil was frozen hard, otherwise he would have to put in a lot of effort to pull out the wooden leg.
A person under the Soul-Spell cannot be controlled!
With his eyes turning around, Little Batty was shaking his hairy head and feeling angry in his heart.
Everything was going just right. Shanshan was fired by that man, and the great master came shortly afterwards and rescued him from his long-term loss of soul. He then controlled that man to help them with the final cover-up. He himself also got a job and the progress was good at the moment.
But suddenly, the two-sided mirror sent a message that the man who punched in and out every day under the control of the Imperius Curse had lost control and was last seen walking towards Hogwarts!
"Hateful people who cause trouble and can't handle trouble well." Little Batty muttered to himself, and finally found a series of unclear footprints. He showed a satisfied smile on Moody's unfriendly face and walked over to follow the footsteps, "Ah, found it..."
The joy did not last long. The newly appeared footprints that obviously belonged to another person frowned little Batty's brow. He glanced at the other set of footprints that seemed to be deeper, pursed his lips and followed the two intertwined footprints in front of him.
Countless small snakes were lying, hiding, or hanging on the soil, bushes, and branches as he walked along the way, transmitting his movements along the way back to Della and Edward Abate's room where old Batty had just been imprisoned.
Della sat sideways on the sofa, her face resting on her left hand which was resting on the armrest of the sofa. Her pair of black and white eyes stared listlessly at the screen projected in the air. When she saw the Moody-looking little Barty walking towards the unconscious Gulem under the tree and the old Barty looking at the man he thought was his son with concern, she sat up slightly.
"You really don't feel sorry for your grandson at all?" When Gulemer was floated away like a rag doll under Maggie's magic, Edward didn't even help wipe the blood off the boy's face. Della couldn't help but ask curiously, "After all, you have raised him for more than ten years."
"As a newborn baby, he was innocent," Edward watched quietly as little Barty walked forward and pulled away old Barty who kept patting Gulem's face and begging him to wake up. "But the older he gets, the more he ignores my advice and hurts Liti, and his personality deviates from our family, which is also wearing away my patience with him."
The reasons Edward gave were very common. He gave all the reasons for not caring about Gulemer both internally and externally, but he lacked the root cause: how Gulemer hurt more people and deviated more as he "grew up."
Is it because of the absence of all normal care?
If the prerequisite for being close to family character - close and intimate care - is missing, how can we judge a stranger by the standards of the family?
Della, who has her own way of thinking and rarely follows what others say, thought of this and discovered this little paradox. She did not say anything because, after all, Gulem was not worthy of being her defense.
"Mr. Crouch, you've got the wrong son," Barty endured his father's powerless beatings, and patiently stopped him from rushing towards Gullam again and again. Suddenly, several parts of his face began to squirm as if awakened. Perhaps the Polyjuice Potion was about to expire. He ignored it in the Forbidden Forest and continued, "A man who only got two O's in the wizarding level exam and discriminates against his classmates is not worthy of being your son."