Hogwarts: Even Voldemort Can't Stop Me From Studying

Chapter 848: Chapter 219: The Dark Lord’s Target

Vid suddenly felt a chill all over, his heart pounding wildly.

Instinctively, he wanted to back away, to turn and run, but reason held him firmly where he stood.

Don’t move, moving could mean death!

He forced himself to stand still, mimicking Harry’s bewildered look — mouth slightly open, eyes brimming with tears, body trembling, and his tiny hands unconsciously clutching his clothes.

Like a child truly frightened.

Barty Crouch Jr advanced step by step, holding his Magic Wand, his knuckles turning white, and the tip of his wand faintly glowing as if ready to unleash a deadly Curse at any moment.

He looked down at the two children cowering behind the rock, shivering, his gloomy eyes like poisonous snakes eyeing their prey.

Barty Crouch Jr smiled, slowly saying, ”Harry Potter... and Vid Gray?”

Harry was very afraid, but seeing Vid who seemed too scared to speak, he mustered up his courage, stepped forward, and in an imitation of Uncle Vernon’s manner, looked up and politely said:

”Hello, sir. I’m Harry Potter, is there something you need from me?”

Barty Crouch Jr had been frowning, dangerously watching Vid. Upon hearing Harry’s words, he turned his gaze and focused on the green-eyed boy.

”Harry... Potter...”

He repeated the name again, his face showing a strange smile: ”The Boy Who Lived... the famous Star of Salvation... finally in my grasp...”

His tone and demeanor were so odd that Harry found it terribly frightening — even more frightening than an enraged Uncle Vernon — Harry resisted the urge to retreat.

He lifted his head and, his voice trembling, said, ”I think you might have mistaken me for someone else, sir... I’m... I’m not any Star of Salvation...”

Barty Crouch Jr’s lips moved, wanting to say something but not uttering a word.

To deliver this boy to his master, he had gone through so much that it felt like he had died multiple times; the hardships were unspeakable. He had even been used, causing the Dark Lord to truly die once.

But all this, how could the boy in front of him, reverted by time, understand? He might not even be able to spell his own name!

It would be too embarrassing for Barty to vent anger or complain to such a young child.

He wasn’t even interested in speaking to Vid Gray again —

Threats or bullying were of no use to such a child.

Moreover, this was someone the Dark Lord wanted.

For his master’s cause, no matter how much he wanted to tear Vid to pieces, he had to force himself to forget the past conflict, forget that Vid, along with the people at Hogwarts, had seen through his disguise and captured him.

Barty Crouch Jr flicked his Magic Wand, and a few ropes flew from its tip, binding both Vid and Harry.

”Take them to see the master,” Barty Crouch Jr said coldly, ”Don’t keep the master waiting too long.”

”Don’t order me around, we’re not your subordinates!”

The scar-faced man grumbled as he lifted the two children, lowering his head with a sinister smile: ”Behave, kids. Or I’ll break your arms!”

Scared, Harry shrunk his neck, but strangely felt a bit of familiarity — the man’s words reminded him of Uncle Vernon, who often threatened him like this.

Vid similarly put on a scared face, shivered slightly, his eyes shifting to Barty Crouch Jr.

He tried hard to figure out the situation, whether it was a game or the Wizarding World, no one should expect him to quietly accept his fate!

”Wait.”

The tattooed woman suddenly stopped, kicked the unconscious Clementine on the ground with her toe, and asked, ”What about this girl?”

Under the moonlight, the girl’s fine hair was stuck to her bloodied face, looking as if she was about to die.

Barty Crouch Jr sneered without turning his head, ”She’s in the way, get rid of her!”

”Hold on,” the scar-faced man said, ”Let’s take her with us. At least she’s a Wizard, might be useful — even as an experiment!”

Barty Crouch Jr suddenly turned, his Magic Wand aimed at the scar-faced man’s throat, said angrily: ”You have no right to make that decision!”

”Hey, hey, don’t be so aggressive, buddy.”

The scar-faced man warily stepped back two steps, raised Harry to shield against the wand, ”I’ll personally report to the Dark Lord. Or do you want to make decisions for your master right now?”

This statement made Barty Crouch Jr’s facial muscles twitch, his eyes grew darker.

”Do as you please.” He gritted his teeth and withdrew his wand, saying coldly, ”But if it delays the important business...”

”No worries.” The scar-faced man lowered the startled Harry, said confidently, ”It’s not just you who wholeheartedly strive for that master’s cause, we also eagerly await his moment of victory, won’t deliberately cause trouble.”

The tattooed woman roughly stopped Clementine’s bleeding, then casually wrapped the girl up and hoisted her, saying:

”Actually, I think we understand efficiency better than you. I heard you spent over a year just to capture that boy named Harry?”

She gave Barty Crouch Jr a sidelong glance, making the implication unmistakable —

[Has the Dark Lord been delayed for a year because of such trivial matters? Are you deliberately stalling?]

Barty Crouch Jr: ”...”

The strong fury surged within him; at this moment, his dislike for these two far exceeded that for deserters and traitors.

They hadn’t risked their lives for the master like he had, endured long imprisonments and torture, faced the most terrifying Wizard in the world, yet they dare stand by the master like trusted aides, questioning his decisions, spewing bold words?

His body trembled slightly from suppressing anger, but Barty Crouch Jr’s face appeared even colder, he glanced at them expressionlessly, then turned to walk inside the Monastery.

Vid’s gaze deepened, he was held by the scar-faced man, eyes watching the crevices in the bricks and the weeds on the ground, his mind racing.

[Dark Lord].

This term in their conversation, he would never mistake it.

Could it really be Voldemort!

What’s that guy’s situation now? Has he resurrected? Or become a covert ruler?

But looking at the environment of this Monastery, surely Voldemort’s power is very limited now...

But if that guy uses Legilimency on him, can he resist now? If he learns of the future in his mind, and his origins... what will the world become?

Fear surged like a tide, making his fingertips slightly numb, body cold.

But at the same time, another emotion subtly arose from his heart —

Excitement.

Though his life hung by a thread, he bizarrely felt a sense of excitement.

Fear and anticipation intertwined, making Vid’s breathing unknowingly become intense.