"You damned piece of filth! I'm going to kill you!"
The moment Barty Crouch Jr. heard that shrieking, he knew Bellatrix Lestrange had returned.
For a wizard, having fingers sliced off by a blade was only a minor matter;
Besides, the longsword that had cut off Bellatrix Lestrange's fingers was the most ordinary Muggle-made object. There was no need even to preserve the severed fingers; after drinking a little potion and waiting for a while, they would recover.
The wand being split in two was far more troublesome. After Bellatrix Lestrange had vented for a while, she had probably gone to look for a new wand.
If Barty Crouch Jr. had seen correctly, the wand Bellatrix Lestrange was holding right now should belong to Rabastan Lestrange.
Bellatrix Lestrange glared viciously at Neville and chanted with hatred in her voice, "avada..."
Hearing that Bellatrix Lestrange intended to use the Killing Curse, Barty Crouch Jr. did not plan to stop her;
Losing fingers was only a small matter, but it was extremely humiliating. Bellatrix Lestrange had to be allowed to vent.
"Stupefy!"
Alice Longbottom's voice echoed through the Interrogation Room, followed by a streak of red light, like a meteor tearing across the night sky, shooting straight toward Bellatrix Lestrange.
After all, the wand she was using belonged to Rabastan Lestrange. Faced with the sudden Stunning Spell, Bellatrix Lestrange could only dodge.
At the same time, Frank Longbottom's voice rang out as well. "Finite Incantatem!"
The armor trapping Neville turned back into instruments of torture, clattering as they fell to the floor.
Neville realized something, and his eyes instantly lit up. The anxious expression on his face turned to surprise and joy. Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly retreated, like a sparrow returning to its nest.
Barty Crouch Jr. arched his eyebrows