HP: Let professors walk towards the light

Azkaban, that is, Azkaban Castle, once reached its peak with its owner Axtis, although it was evil.

Today, those who are imprisoned here are serious criminals judged by the Ministry of Magic, and it is still evil.

The chill of the North Sea permeates every corner of the castle, and crazy screams are the norm here.

The soulless demon will inflict the most severe punishment on wizards who commit great crimes.

The woman hid herself in a corner of the cell. Her messy hair and extremely sunken face made it impossible to tell her age. Her hands were casually placed on her curled legs. She looked like all the other criminals, assimilated into this prison.

But above her dark circles and under her thick eyelashes, her eyes were shining darkly as she stared intently at the Dementors flying around in the castle.

?

"Hello, father. It's been a long time."

The man's face was full of madness and cruelty, and his eyes were staring viciously at the man in front of him who looked 70% like him and whom he called "father".

Barty Crouch was seen covering his right hand, his head covered with sweat. He forced an awkward smile and straightened his back.

"So, finally it's your chance to take revenge, don't you think so, my poor son?"

His wand had been knocked away by little Barty. There were only the two of them here, and he was well aware of little Barty's talents and abilities. Even though he knew a few silent and wandless spells, he knew clearly that he could not defeat or escape from his son's wand that was pointing at his heart.

The swelling in the right hand and the pain that felt like a broken arm revealed the hatred of the caster.

When did it start?

He had a thriving career in the Ministry of Magic, a gentle wife at home to welcome his return, and a little son chattering noisily beside his legs.

He should have had a smooth career, in every aspect.

He only remembered that he had not seen his son for a while, so long that his son's eyes were blinded and he was left with only inexplicable disgust; so long that his wife suddenly became haggard, cried all day long, and even cried away her beauty; so long that when he turned around, the ministerial throne that he was only one step away from sitting on suddenly disappeared before his eyes.

Now, the once lively home is only covered in dust...

When did his life start to go downhill? When did his perfect son with twelve "O"s in OWLs change?

He couldn't think of it.

He just felt that his life would end here like this, and it would definitely become a joke, right? He spent countless energy and countless days and nights to build a brilliant life, but in the end, he would become a joke for others to enjoy afternoon tea.

He and his son are really the same... pathetic.

"Pathetic? Father, I am not pitiful at all. Voldemort has placed all his trust in me, and I am the one he is most proud of. You are the only pitiful person from beginning to end. It must be unpleasant to suffer setbacks in officialdom."

Little Barty licked his cracked lips with his tongue and looked at the person opposite him with interest.

"Ha." Barty Crouch snorted.

"Don't laugh, father, he's back."

Big Crouch was stunned. He couldn't believe it and tried to find a clue from Little Barty's expression.

Little Barty spread his hands, opened his arms, and laughed with his head raised.

"Hahahaha—Voldemort! He's back! And I will receive the highest courtesy in the world!"

Little Barty twisted his neck and pointed his wand at Big Crouch again.

"The soul is out of body!"

"Idiot, I'll expel your weapon!"

When Big Crouch had already closed his eyes and was ready to be slaughtered, his collar was pulled hard and he fell to the ground. When he suddenly opened his eyes, there was a man standing in front of him who was already fighting with Little Barty.

"Moody? How did you--"

"Are you okay?" Another person hid beside him and pulled him up.

It's the werewolf on Dumbledore's side, and his name seems to be Lupin.

"Dumbledore sent us to find you."

"I can't think of anyone else except him." Crouch laughed at himself.

Little Batty didn't expect anyone to come, and he quickly dodged Moody's life-threatening move and disappeared. Although Moody was lame, he followed him.

"Moody won't catch him."

Big Crouch looked into the air with an unclear emotion. He did not expect to be blocked by Little Barty, nor did he expect that he would survive.

"You need to come back with us."

Lupin noticed that his hands were a little red and swollen, but that wasn't the reason he was taking him away.

"casual."

Big Crouch tugged at his collar, seemingly not caring what camp the person who took him away belonged to.

Of course he knew about Dumbledore's group, but whether it was the Department of Cooperation or the entire Ministry of Magic, he had never relied on any tricks to fool people to get to where he was today.

"He still ran away."

As the air changed, Moody came back.

"It seems that retirement is indeed a reasonable choice for you. Being a professor at Hogwarts would be an easy position. Of course, I suggest that you give up the Defense Against the Dark Arts class."

"Since when has the great Crouch believed in rumors? But I'm sorry to disappoint you, I'm not the next professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts." Moody's magic eyes kept turning.

"There are quite a few people." Big Crouch muttered. Rather than believing in rumors, he believed in the obvious reality.

The two returned to Grimmauld Place with Big Crouch.

"Barty, I'm glad to see you here."

In the old Black house, Dumbledore was sitting on the sofa waiting with a glass of sweet milk.

"I'm not that happy."

Lupin led Big Crouch to sit on the sofa and gave him a swelling-reducing potion.

"Let's get straight to the point. You didn't bring me here just to buy me milk."

"I thought we could catch up and chat a little. There's no rush. Have you all seen little Barty?"

"good……"

Moody told Dumbledore what had just happened. Barty Jr.'s escape route was complicated and he was quickly left behind.

"It seems that we can let Sirius come back and he doesn't have to guard Crouch House anymore." Dumbledore nodded. He expected that he failed to catch Barty Jr. Or, he should have been suspicious if he had caught him so easily.

"You are so rude that you just bluntly mentioned the surveillance of Ministry of Magic officials? Dumbledore, aren't you afraid that I will sue you?"

Big Crouch still maintained his proud demeanor even after encountering such a thing.

"I believe you won't. In fact, the probability of you being killed by your son is much higher than the probability of you being dismissed by the Ministry of Magic. I am only doing this to protect the important resources of the Ministry of Magic."