Chapter 161

The car drove smoothly and quickly on the empty road, facing the rising sun. Ivan sat in the middle, lowering his eyes and watching the fields and mountains passing by. He seemed to find the scenery really monotonous, and closed his eyes after a while.

"What are you doing here?"

Unknowingly, there was an additional person next to him, but the driver in front was unaware of this, and could not hear the conversation.

Ivan asked lazily, refusing to open his eyes to look at anyone.

Barty Crouch Jr. was not angry at his casual attitude. He turned his head and looked at him carefully, vowing to find any flaws: "We have worked together for so long, so I came here to give you a ride."

"That thing you made. At most, it can only replace a one-day trip. Instead of going to the Magic Congress, I came here and wasted time." Ivan closed his eyes and knocked on the armrest, speaking rudely.

Barty Crouch Jr. also didn't look at him anymore. He turned to look at the changing scenery outside the window and slowly drove into the city. Not many fields or hills were visible. Both of them said nothing, and sat on one side of each other with clear distinctions. The atmosphere was already condensed, and now it was even more dull and breathless.

Seeing that the driving was getting slower and slower, and the destination was close at hand, Crouch finally broke the silence: "Today I send you a gift, and I also send it to my future self." Don't think about sitting in this position for a lifetime and leaving a lasting legacy. The main thing is to survive,'" he exaggeratedly imitated Ivan's tone at that time. He had been here for so long and pretended for so long that he almost forgot what he looked like, "You have already thought of it."

Ivan . He opened his eyes and stared at him for an unusually long time. Embellishment, cover-up, lies, beautification, etc. have all been engraved in Ivan's marrow and become part of his soul. Crouch had to admit that even using Legilimency it was difficult to read his every thought.

"It's just a truth. Where did you go? I haven't reached that point yet, and I hope I will never reach that point."

Even though it was difficult to see through his words, Crouch was extremely sure that what he said was sincere. Clip modification.

The car slowly stopped.

Ivan slowly checked for the last time whether his appearance was appropriate and adjusted his expression, as if he had not yet realized what was very likely to happen: "Just send it here," he said easily, as if he was just about to go on a long trip. When he stepped out of the car door, he rolled a delicate and small object towards Crouch, "I don't need it anymore, so I'll give it to you." After

being immersed in the Muggle world for too long, as soon as Barty Crow got the object, he Qi then saw what it was.

It was a weapon invented by Muggles, but the magic flowing in it made it unusual.

"A long time ago, I contacted Norway and asked for a dangerous weapon that would allow the wielder to escape unscathed." He stepped out slowly, facing the increasingly blazing sun. He had been smiling warmly, but the light made his side face extremely cold, "You will use it."

He lied. He asked for it for himself.

Now it is meaningless whether it is revealed or not.

"Ivan, Ivan," seeing him embarking on the road that had already been cleared, and the crowd around him boiling, making it even more obvious that he was alone and helpless, Crouch couldn't help shouting, as if he had lost all reason, and there would be no one in the world. Found his traces, "I don't know your full name yet."

"Ivan is Ivan." He seemed to be waving to the crowd, but also saying goodbye in a daze. Gradually, even that figure could no longer be seen in the crowd.

Barty Crouch Jr. was still standing there, as if he was waiting for something and hadn't left for a long time. His biological father had long taught him how to withdraw from useless emotions. He just looked up at the sky.

The sky is indeed bright today and the air is fresh. If only he could have such good weather when it was his turn...

A loud noise that was extremely inconsistent with the weather sent rows of pigeons flying into the sky, and the crowd below was no different from the panicked pigeons chirping in the sky.

It turns out that death is just a flock of pigeons dancing around.

Even if he wanted to squeeze out some sadness, it was extremely difficult. He and Ivan should have known each other through interests, but they were also separated by interests. The disguised sadness is not as profound as the memory staying in my mind.

On that mysterious evening when they rarely drank together, Ivan's last words lingered like a curse.

we are the same.

"I will fulfill your wish and bury you and Liz together." He carefully put away the gift from Ivan. "The world you gave to her is exactly what I want to present to them." The

subtle sound was heard in the bustling crowd. Barely audible in the crowd, he phantomed away quietly under the cover of chaos. Even the people behind the scenes were unable to detect any trace of the second person's existence.

"He is dead" has been publicized and power has gradually been taken away from the secular world. In this regard, the Magic Congress can still be the first to get first-hand information. Viola lit a cigarette and almost dropped the cigarette butt to the ground with a shiver. She took a sip regardless, then stood up and paced behind the table, "Really dead?"

The accidental death of the No-Maj leader was a big deal. Almost all the top leaders of the Magic Congress were present. Seeing her like this, several of them couldn't help but exchange opinions. They looked at each other. Forget it in the past, they never participated in No-Maj affairs and were not interested in high-level No-Maj games. But today is different from the past. The Secrecy Law has been abolished. Wizards are used to enjoying privileges and benefits and are no longer willing to give up easily.

At this time, the No-Maj leader unexpectedly died. At the juncture when the stubborn conservatives in the country were becoming more and more radical, the No-Maj who advocated the implementation of the New Deal actually died. They knew very little about the successor. No matter how they looked at it, it was not their turn now. to them with ease.

Viola was actually happy. Even

her direct relatives couldn't help but doubt the correctness of electing her to power in the first place.

"It's absolutely true. No-Majs will try to hide it first to stabilize the overall situation, but it is indeed hopeless on the spot." One person took a step forward, answered, and corrected her bravely, "According to their laws, his deputy For the time being, we don’t know anything about the deputy’s style. You see, for the benefit of the wizard, do we need to send someone to contact him in advance..."

As if aware of her gaffe, Viola pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, happily and confidently. However, her feelings have not diminished: "The Far North of the East has just been captured. Now the general trend is that no matter which faction he belongs to, he can't play many tricks." When she mentioned the East, her eyes were filled with excitement. "The Magic Congress can still maintain its independence today. Just because we follow the trend, we rarely act rashly. How to intervene in Ilvermorny..."

A violent roar interrupted her, followed by the whole building shaking, but the loud noise did not follow. It stopped as the building shook, but made people's heartstrings tighten with each sound.

Before she could react, several wands were pointed at her.

"Independence." The person who just suggested it ducked out of the way, taking advantage of his position to hold her hostage and put the wand to her head, "The Magic Congress has been betrayed by you a long time ago."

Looking at the uniform movements of this group of people, he knew that they were planning for today. I don’t know how long.

The noise outside and the sound of the exchange of spells were getting closer and closer, sounding very close.

Viola didn't feel much panic when she was suddenly in such an adversity, and she didn't even have the slightest awareness of being held hostage. She regarded the wand that was pointing at people as nothing. She sucked on the cigarette in her hand, exhaled leisurely, and showed a bright smile that had not appeared since she took office: "Let me put it this way, you are Ilvermorny." Those idiots. It’s hard for a brat like Phil Garcia to get your organization to do this.” She held her cigarette butt in her hand, her words full of playfulness, “You should tell me, I sold the Magic Congress to Who is the British or the dirty No-Majs?”

Seeing that the others just continued to point their wands at her without moving, she laughed even more crazily, mixed with gloating compassion: "You caught me and took away the Magical Congress. What can you do to expect that turtle from Hogwarts?" Shell and you are waiting to help each other, hoping that the primitive people on that continent will help each other or use your great righteousness to negotiate with the No-Majs who only care about interests to get Phil Garcia to come over. I want to tell him personally..."

Close it tightly ... The door collapsed with a roar, sending up bursts of flying ashes. Before the ashes dispersed, a dazzling green light shot out of the air and headed towards her door. The green light was so fierce that she could not escape it, and she suddenly He was pushed by a strong force and was directly suppressed to the ground, and he narrowly avoided the fatal green light.

"I knew it would be you."

The smoke slowly dispersed, and the person who was holding the wand just now silently separated a path, revealing the inconspicuous shadow that had been standing at the end.

As the figure stepped forward, he motioned for the people around him to surround Viola on the ground, and waved his wand in a large and smooth motion. With a clang, the golden light that appeared all around completely cut off the attacker's retreat.

The layers of disguise on the shadow's body fell off, and the real image looked like a crumbling skeleton that was about to decay completely: "It is indeed a big fish, Barty Crouch Jr."

"Severus Snape." That's it. Dodging would only make people laugh. Barty Crouch Jr. looked around at the others, all of whom were obviously obeying Snape.

Good, really good. He tried his best to focus on the Muggles and instigate the Magic Congress, but in the end, Snape, who had always thought he could not turn the tide, capsized the boat. He tightened his grip on the wand, unable to cast even the simplest spell at this moment. But his mouth was still full of sarcasm: "I was right a year ago, you are Dumbledore's good dog." He circled the room cautiously and without leaving a trace, looking at the thin skeleton in front of him. Snape felt a sense of relief, "It feels uncomfortable to bear the curse, Severus, put down your wand now, maybe you can live a few more days."

The only response to him was the sudden explosion of green light. Casting the Death Curse felt like a huge burden to Snape. He had experienced it thousands of times, and the bone-cutting pain was worse than ever. It was as if a hole had been opened in the Heavenly Spirit Cap and poured in. magma. Severus Snape bit his lip hard and held back.

Barty Crouch Jr. was not slow to react, and caught someone off guard to block the green light. The person in his hand screamed and died. Various spells exploded, and he held up the corpse in his hand as a shield to dodge flexibly. Even though his ability was suppressed to the greatest extent, he still blocked many spells with a corpse.

With a bang, the corpse could no longer withstand the attacks of many spells and exploded into blood foam. He also rolled to a corner, unable to retreat.

At the critical moment of life and death, he was still worried about the position of Ilvermorny now that Snape had infiltrated the Magic Congress into a sieve. He

could not die here, otherwise everything would be over.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he felt the coldness of Ivan's last gift.