Barty Crouch Jr. sat on the floor, curled up, glanced coldly at his father who pushed the door open, then turned his head away without saying a word.

Seeing his son like this, Barty Crouch felt very angry.

Barty Crouch walked up quickly and started punching and kicking him. Barty Crouch Jr. had to protect his forehead with both hands. Under Barty Crouch's punches and kicks, Barty Crouch Jr. looked at his father fiercely through the gap between his arms.

After Barty Crouch vented his anger, he stood up breathlessly, looked at his son, and said angrily: "You bastard, do you know how much I paid for you?!"

Hearing Barty Crouch's words, Barty Crouch Jr. just sneered but did not respond.

Seeing this, Barty Crouch was furious again. He took a long time to hold it back. Then, he said angrily, "Just now, that bastard Lucius Malfoy found me. He got the news that I rescued you from Azkaban from somewhere, and used it to threaten me to resign from my position as Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic! This is all your fault!"

Hearing Barty Crouch's words, Barty Crouch Jr. was stunned, and then he said angrily:

"Asshole! Lucius, that bastard! Does he want to die?! I must kill him!"

Barty Crouch was slightly stunned when he saw his son's reaction. Obviously, Barty Crouch Jr.'s reaction was something he had not expected.

Seeing this, Barty Crouch's anger eased a little.

However, at this moment, Barty Crouch Jr. roared:

"Lucius, that bastard, since he can still move freely in the outside world and even seems to be living well, why doesn't he go looking for his master?"

At this point, Barty Crouch Jr. paused, then said thoughtfully:

"No, no! He asked you to resign as the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic, but he has no chance of taking this position? He is making this request on behalf of others! Who is he working for? Is he working for the master? Has the master returned?"

Then, Barty Crouch started shouting loudly in the room like a madman:

"Yes, yes, Lucius must be working for the master, and the master must have returned! The soon-to-be-appointed Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement must be us, the Death Eaters! Haha, tremble, Voldemort is about to return. Do you remember the horror of being dominated by us?!"

Barty Crouch looked at his son who was like a madman in the room, and couldn't help feeling hopeless.

As for whether Thomas Revault was a Death Eater, Barty Crouch had no doubt about it. After all, when Thomas Revault became the head of the Auror Office of the British Ministry of Magic, Barty Crouch was already his immediate superior.

Looking at the still unrepentant Barty Crouch, Barty Crouch couldn't help but sneered and said, "Death Eaters? That's a thing of the past!"

Hearing his father's words, Barty Crouch Jr. was stunned, then looked at his father viciously and said with hatred on his face: "We will return eventually!"

Barty Crouch spread his hands disdainfully and said, "You're back, so what? Do you think you're still the terror of the wizarding world? No, you're not. Compared to the Witch Party, you Death Eaters are nothing!"

"Have you ever laid siege to the British Ministry of Magic? Have you ever breached Gringotts?"

Hearing his father's words, Barty Crouch Jr. curled his lips in disdain and said, "What's the big deal? If the master wants, we can do this at any time! Just wait and see! After the master and I are reunited, I will immediately suggest the master to complete the two points you just mentioned!"

Seeing this, Barty Crouch sneered and said:

Hearing Barty Crouch's words, Barty Crouch Jr. was stunned: "Ah?! This...this..."

Then, without waiting for his son to answer, Barty Crouch continued:

"Can your master have countless supporters around the world and start a riot anywhere in the world at any time?"

At this point, Barty Crouch said in a contemptuous tone:

"Once you leave Britain, who will still recognize you? The second generation of the Dark Lord?! That's it?"

Hearing his father's words, Barty Crouch Jr. tried his best to refute: "What you said is all lies! Strength! Only strength is eternal! My master is the most powerful dark wizard in history!"

Hearing what Barty Crouch Jr. said, Barty Crouch laughed even louder.

Perhaps because he will resign as Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement of the British Ministry of Magic tomorrow and feels that his political career has come to an end, Barty Crouch is being unrestrained for once.

Barty Crouch looked at his son and said in a somewhat exaggerated manner: "The most powerful dark wizard in history? Are you sure? Let your father teach you a lesson on the history of magic today!"

"In my opinion, there is only one most powerful dark wizard in history, and that man is called Gellert Grindelwald! He had a lifelong rival who later became your master's headmaster, named Albus Dumbledore!"

Barty Crouch sneered at his dazed son and said disdainfully:

"In a sense, Voldemort and Grindelwald are of different generations!"

After hearing what Barty Crouch said, Barty Crouch Jr. didn't react for a long time. Seeing his son's expression, Barty Crouch felt very satisfied.

At this moment, Barty Crouch Jr. suddenly said stubbornly: "Even if he was once very powerful, so what? He is over a hundred years old now! He is already an old man!"

Seeing Barty Crouch Jr.'s frustrated look, Barty Crouch sneered and said:

"Dumbledore is also over a hundred years old!"

Barty Crouch Jr. was speechless.

At this time, Barty Crouch added: "Moreover, the one who is in charge of the Witch Party now is Gellert's descendant, the heir of the Grindelwald family. The things I mentioned before were also done by this young Grindelwald!"

At this point, Barty Crouch looked at his son and said coldly, "Today's British wizards are all talking about the Wiccan Party and Grindelwald. As for the Death Eaters and Voldemort? They are a thing of the past. Who remembers them?"

After saying that, Barty Crouch turned around and left without looking back.

(End of this chapter)