HP in the name of Slytherin

Herbo Castle can change its internal and external layout according to Herbo's wishes. Catherine wants to study Voldemort's magic field and is worried about the danger. She cannot go to Malfoy Manor or take her to Hogwarts. The most convenient place is here. .

Just like what Winky said, Halbo Castle is alive. As Halbo advances, even Dumbledore has to work hard to get in without Catherine's permission.

There are also more defensive arrays and detection arrays set up in the basement to make it easier for Catherine to analyze magic more accurately and safely.

Little Barty felt dizzy just seeing the spells all over the floor and walls. If Brother Tang hadn't pulled him out, he would have liked to lie down and study the principles of each spell.

It is not difficult to imagine that after entering Hogwarts, he must be a young wizard obsessed with studying magic.

It took Catherine two days to analyze Crouch's magic field. Crouch woke up more than an hour after entering because Catherine wanted to see how Voldemort's magic field penetrated. Facts have proved that she can indeed isolate the magic field here. The continued impact would not allow Voldemort to receive the message.

However, the composition of Voldemort's magic field is very evil. It imposes a lot of fear, awe and cowardice, and increases the proportion of cruelty, lust and loyalty. It mixes uneasiness and fearlessness at every opportunity, and the deepest background turns out to be Catherine. Something I never thought about - love.

It is contradictory and twisted, complex and harmonious. Even if Catherine breaks Crouch's control, she dare not say that she can directly break the next controlled person... because the components of Voldemort's magic field are too complex. , if the proportion of certain emotions is wrong, it may have different effects.

Voldemort... living in this world is his misfortune, and it is also the world's luck.

With abundant and active magic elements and complex and rich magic records, this world gives wizards too many possibilities, allowing Voldemort, a genius, to develop more fantastic ideas.

It is conceivable that if he had lived thousands of years ago, surrounded by the amazingly talented Salazar, Godric and others, basking in the last afterglow of the age of gods, and had access to more magical knowledge, how many amazing things would have happened. spark.

He will definitely become a great wizard who will go down in history, and his achievements will definitely not end there.

But his heart was crooked, and he couldn't figure out whether he was naturally a bad person, or whether it was a character caused by his acquired growth. The more powerful Voldemort was, the more he would squeeze the living space of other wizards and creatures.

In his world, there is no world, no similar people, only himself.

As long as he has himself, that's enough.

When Crouch regained consciousness from his repeated coma, he saw Catherine sitting at the table and recording something quickly.

After spending more than two days together, his emotions and thinking have become clearer and more stable, and he already knows what happened.

When he woke up this time, he felt that his head was clearer than ever before, and every thought was like being fished out of distilled water, without any impurities at all.

"Miss Catherine..." He tried to move and found that the unknown chain binding him had completely disappeared.

Catherine raised her head from the desk. The always-lit crystal ball was the only source of light in the basement, making her face seem to be half in shadow.

"How do you feel now?" she asked with a smile.

As soon as she spoke like this, the feeling of deep silence just now disappeared.

Crouch slowly sat up from the bed, "I feel very awake, my memory and thinking are clear."

"The influence of the magic field on you has been eliminated, as long as you are not controlled anymore," Catherine closed the record and said to Crouch who was getting off the ground, "Do you need help?"

Crouch has been lying in bed for two days, relying on magic to maintain his body functions. Now he is thirsty and hungry, and his body is still very tired.

However, compared to the confusion some time ago, he felt that he was getting better now.

"Thank you, I'm fine." He breathed weakly, holding on to the wall and standing upright.

Catherine didn't force it, because she knew that little Barty was waiting outside the basement if he had nothing to do these days. If Crouch went up directly, the first person he would probably encounter was little Barty.

For a father who has always shown himself to be harsh and serious, it was already embarrassing to be "rescued" by his son. If he was any weaker and was helped up by others, Crouch might want to bury his head directly in the soil.

Sure enough, Catherine took Crouch upstairs. As soon as she opened the basement door, she immediately saw little Barty sitting on the sofa reading a book not far away.

Little Barty also looked over immediately.

Different from his quick reaction, he had an unruly expression on his face again. He closed the book and sat there and asked, "Is he okay now?"

Without looking at Crouch, just ask Catherine.

Tom next to him pressed him unhappily, stood up and walked towards Catherine: "Now that we have brought him out, there must be no problem."

Little Barty snorted and shouted, "Twinkle, get some food for the old man."

Crouch endured it again and again. He endured it from the first moment he saw Barty Jr., and finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"What does it look like to yell at someone else's house!" he shouted at Barty Jr.

Little Barty jumped up and said, "This is my sister K and Brother Tang's house. Who are you pretending to be the master of!"

"you……"

Catherine rubbed her forehead, "Stop——"

Crouch considered himself a decent adult, so he naturally stopped when he asked. Unfortunately, Barty didn't want to stop and opened his mouth.

"Silence." Tom snapped his fingers.

After opening and closing his mouth several times, little Barty suddenly realized that he had not made any sound. He hugged his neck and was stunned for two seconds. He immediately ran to Tom's side, pulling Tom with piercing eyes and shaking his hand. Pointing to his own throat.

Crouch: ...

"It's fun, new magic." Tom smiled triumphantly at Barty.

Little Barty still looked like he was on fire just now. He nodded with bright eyes and kept repeating "so awesome", "so awesome", "I want to learn too" and "I want to learn too" with his mouth.

He is completely obedient and enjoys being taught a lesson by others.

Crouch: ...

"Little Barty is our friend, you don't need to be too nervous," Catherine smiled at Crouch, "I will take you to dinner first, and you can tell your house elf about it. In order not to let your wife Worried, we asked her to go to the United States for a few days."

In order to prevent Mrs. Crouch, who usually did not care about other things, from seeking medical attention in a hurry, and to prevent her from being in danger alone in Crouch's old house, Catherine and the others sent Mrs. Crouch away on the first night.

The Death Eater forces are currently relatively active in Europe, which is much safer in the United States.

Of course, Mrs. Crouch also wanted to take little Barty to "play" with her. Unfortunately, little Barty refused to do so on the pretext of meeting new friends, so Mrs. Crouch did not force him.

Unlike the cold-blooded Mr. Crouch and the grumpy Barty, Mrs. Crouch herself is easy-going. She is open-minded about anything as long as it does not affect the status and safety of the Crouch family.

Mr. Crouch also understood his wife's character. After hearing what Catherine said, he nodded in agreement, "I will ask Winky to report to my wife later. She...she has never been exposed to those things. "

Because of her "easy-going" character, when Voldemort invaded the Ministry of Magic, Mrs. Crouch was given a sinecure and nothing happened.

"Okay, then you have your meal first, and we can exchange information after lunch?" Catherine said, "If it is convenient, Professor Dumbledore and the others will also come over."

Crouch had been half asleep for the past two days, and he knew what was probably going on now. His attitude towards Catherine had unknowingly turned into respect: "Okay, please make arrangements."