Umbridge did it.

She is really good at attracting fire!

In the office just now, she was the one doing the output the whole time.

"Based on our investigation, this was nothing more than an accident.

"We need you to make a statement to the outside world. Nothing happened at your manor last night.

"Don't let us doubt your loyalty

"Just say you were too drunk? What, it's not true? What does that have to do with us? What we want is just to eliminate the impact.'

These words, Fudge didn't speak during the entire process, were all dictated by Umbridge. Although he knew that Umbridge was a transmission machine, the tone of her voice and the way she spoke still made Old Barty feel a little uncomfortable. Aversion to cold.

He came to his office.

Everyone can see that the director has a bad temper and no one wants to get into trouble.

On his office, there is a letter.

[Dear Mr. Barty Crouch]

[Your good neighbor in your residence)

[People who laid flowers on your wife’s grave]

This letter suddenly appeared in front of his office, which made Barty Crouch Sr. even more uneasy. He reached out and grabbed the letter and saw the words inside.

"Dear Mr. Barty Crouch, oh, or old Mr. Barty Crouch.

Hello.

My name is Duwee Jones. This is a letter I wrote to you. I think you must be surprised when you see this letter.

Why am I writing to you?

Yes, why?

Why can someone trade his dying wife for his criminal son when everyone is in jail?

Why can someone secretly use the most vicious Unforgivable Curse on his own son while speaking out loud about justice?

Yes, why?

I was thinking, if everyone knew that you, a representative figure of the iron-blooded Auror sect, have now degenerated into what you are now.

I am thinking that you want people to know that you used the death of your wife to exchange for the new life of your son.

Everyone will be happy, right?

Mr. Barty Crouch Sr., I have no ill intentions towards you, I just want to talk to you.

Of course, you don’t have to do this.’

Underneath this, an ugly smiley face was drawn, and under this smiley face, there was the autograph of Dowe Jones.

Barty Crouch Sr. said nothing.

He knew that the whole letter was a threat to him. If he really wanted to investigate, he could still find out who gave him the letter.

But, is this of any use?

When it was known that Barty Crouch Jr. was at his home, he knew that this day was inevitable.

He glanced at the time and place.

Just today, not far from London.

The other party didn't give him a chance to choose.

"These nasty rats!"

Old Barty: Mr. Crouch said through gritted teeth!

He held the letter in his hand, crushed it hard, and then stood up unsteadily. A trace of confusion flashed on his face, but it soon turned into determination.

After putting on his clothes neatly, he walked out and walked towards the Muggle cafe not far away.

He felt his blood boiling all over.
Chapter completed!