Barty Crouch Jr. had not had time to do it before Old Barty Crouch had already appeared in front of him.
Clearly, Millicent Bagnold had already left.
His plan had fallen through, but he did not feel much disappointment. He only lifted his head with difficulty and stared at Old Barty Crouch with eyes full of hatred.
"Father! Honestly! Your Imperius Curse is too weak! It doesn't do anything at all!"
"I was so close to completely destroying you! Well? Want me to teach you how to cast the Imperius Curse? It's very simple!"
Old Barty Crouch said nothing and silently left.
That look before he left, mixed with disappointment and pain, made Barty Crouch Jr. feel even greater agony.
"Come back! Get back here! I'll teach you how to cast the Imperius Curse!"
He screamed with all his strength until his voice went hoarse, until the House-elf Winky appeared.
The House-elf Winky held a tray in her hands. On it were a few steaming-hot scones, spread with his favorite strawberry jam.
"Look, Winky!" he said indistinctly as he chewed a scone spread with strawberry jam. "He must have gone to practice the Imperius Curse!"
"A former Director of Magical Law Enforcement, actually needing to practice the Imperius Curse! And to control his own son with the Imperius Curse! Haha! What a colossal joke!"
Seeing the House-elf Winky in tears, he forced down the pain in his body and the hatred in his heart, split his mouth in a grin, and burst into laughter. The louder he laughed, the more painful it became...
"Hurry up! Don't waste my time!"
Voldemort's voice rang out. Barty Crouch Jr. strained with all his strength to open his mouth, trying to swallow a cup of potion.
Enduring the agony of his soul