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Chapter 530: Capturing Harry Potter
“Troke, you useless fool! Can’t even handle something this simple!”
Little Barty Crouch muttered furiously, striding forward with quick, tense steps.
As he moved, his golden hair darkened to brown, his straight nose flattened and rounded, his lips thickened, and his lean frame subtly swelled. Within seconds, the Disguise Charm dissolved—his appearance transformed into that of an ordinary, stout wizard.
This level of bodily Transfiguration was something he’d mastered before graduating from school, though he couldn’t maintain it for long.
At the same time, the rescued pregnant woman stared in shock at the young man supporting her arm, her mouth forming a flurry of unintelligible words. Wade barely caught one—
“Harry Potter.”
A sudden rush of wind brushed the back of his neck. The woman’s face twisted with panic. Wade flicked his wand, shouting the spell with crisp, precise pronunciation:
“Petrificus Totalus!”
The lurking Boggart froze instantly—limbs locked, body rigid—then plummeted straight from the sky.
Wade turned to the woman. “Come with me. I’ll get you to a safe place.”
She understood English. Nodding gratefully, she followed as he marched swiftly in the opposite direction of the chaos.
Little Barty Crouch watched, instinctively licking his lips. A flicker of caution stirred in his chest.
Though Harry Potter seemed no more than an average wizard in power, his reflexes were sharp, his actions decisive—even detecting a surprise attack from behind. His combat instincts far surpassed those of most wizards.
This child was no match for him. But even the most powerful wizard could fall if careless.
Yes… this is it… this is exactly the kind of opponent Master had in mind.
His pulse quickened. He quickly scanned the area, confirming no other wizards worth watching were nearby—then darted forward in a small run toward the pair.
“Are you alright, Sophia?” he called out in Russian.
Barty Crouch Senior had mastered over two hundred languages—Turkish, even Giant tongue—so common human languages were nothing to him. Raised amidst them, he’d mastered multiple languages before even entering school. He’d caught a few fragments earlier, and now he knew the woman had said:
“Oh my God… you’re… you’re Harry Potter! Thank you for saving me and my baby! Who are these Boggarts? This is terrifying!”
Hearing her native tongue, Sophia turned in surprise. But when she saw the unfamiliar wizard, her expression clouded with confusion.
“Y-you…?”
Little Barty Crouch’s wand twitched slightly.
Sophia blinked, dazed—then her face lit up. “My darling! You’re finally back! Did you find Natalia?”
He stepped forward, taking her hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll find her.”
Then he noticed Wade, switching to English with a warm, grateful smile. “Thank you, kind child. I saw you save my wife.”
He was well aware: people tended to trust someone they’d seen rescued more than someone who’d done the rescuing.
And indeed, the boy blinked his green eyes, grinning. “No problem. As long as you’re safe, that’s all that matters. You two should get into the forest—hurry!”
“Of course. Let me take her.”
Little Barty Crouch took Sophia’s arm. As he turned, her bulky frame naturally blocked the line of sight between them.
The boy’s cloak flared in the wind, like a stealthy hand reaching out—then snapped back into place.
A streak of flame sliced across the sky, darting beneath the cloak’s hem.
Little Barty Crouch sidestepped, twisted—his wand lunged forward like a blade.
A red bolt flashed—striking the boy in the chest. He fell straight back, and Little Barty Crouch caught him mid-fall, their positions forming a perfect image of a father shielding his son.
He released the Confusion Charm’s hold on the pregnant woman. Then, scanning the area once more to ensure no one was watching, he pulled out a palm-sized, old-fashioned water kettle from his pocket and pressed its mouth against the boy’s hand.
“Mentos.”
He whispered the word.
The kettle trembled, emitting a faint blue glow. In an instant, both figures vanished into the twisted air.
“Thud!”
The woman jolted awake, clutching her belly as she sat up. She looked around, bewildered—when a pale, heart-shaped face appeared in front of her.
“Mom! What happened?” the girl cried, frantic.
“Natalia!” Sophia gripped her hand, voice trembling. “I… I just… the British Savior—he saved me! But then… he was taken by someone evil…”
“The Harry Potter?” the girl snapped her wand, erecting a ring of flame barriers around them. “What happened?”
Sophia’s voice shook as she tried to speak clearly. “I was attacked by Boggarts… that boy saved me… then a wizard suddenly ran over, used a Confusion Charm on me—made me think he was your father… when I came to, both of them were gone…”
“Don’t panic, Mom,” the girl said quickly. “I’ll contact the Ministry of Magic of Britain right away.”
She raised her wand—and a silver-white snow leopard leapt into the air, bounding across the sky toward the distance.
…
“Thud!”
Two figures materialized in a dark, damp wooden house. Moss clung thickly to the walls, torches flickered along the rough-hewn wood, casting uneven light across the grain.
Little Barty Crouch laid the unconscious boy on the floor, his fingers trembling with excitement. He turned to a venomous serpent coiled in the corner and hissed:
“Tell Master—I’ve brought Harry Potter!”
The serpent hissed in reply, slithering through a crack in the window.
Moments later, a massive serpent slithered up the staircase from the entrance. Footsteps echoed behind it.
Little Barty Crouch turned toward the door, preparing to report his success—when behind him, Wade, still under the Stun Spell’s effects, slowly opened his eyes. His expression remained utterly calm.
His cloak stirred, rising like a living thing—silent, deliberate.
As the wooden door creaked open, and a man carrying an infant revealed half his body—
The giant serpent, sensing the cloak’s shadow, lunged forward, hissing violently.
In that instant, the cloak moved—wrapping itself around Little Barty Crouch!
It snapped shut without a sound. The man’s bones cracked faintly—then the cloak’s sleeves twisted like iron ropes, tightening around Little Barty Crouch’s neck, crushing him.
He couldn’t scream. His face turned crimson. His hands clawed at the suffocating fabric, gasping in desperate, rasping breaths.
Meanwhile, the cloak’s hem shot forward like a blade—piercing through the man’s thighs in an instant. Blood streamed down his pant legs.
Wade didn’t even rise to his feet. He drew his wand, pointed it toward the entrance, and spoke—calm, cold, and utterly merciless:
“Ignis Divinum Furor!”
A crimson light flared.
(End of Chapter)
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