Compared to before, even with Voldemort choking him, Barty Crouch Jr. actually felt his mind grow clearer.
The pain of suffocation overwhelmed the hallucinations brought on by the potion, allowing him to see more clearly... to see the look in Voldemort's eyes.
It was real!
He realized something in utter terror—Voldemort's eyes really were cold!
Incredibly cold!
That look, the one that filled him with disgust, should clearly only have appeared in his father Old Barty Crouch's eyes. Why was it appearing in Voldemort's eyes?
Could it be that everything Voldemort had said to him was the same as Old Barty Crouch...
All lies, all treating him as nothing more than a tool?
Barty Crouch Jr. did not want to keep thinking about it. The feelings of pain and hatred gradually eased, and everything around him seemed to become clear.
He thought he was about to die, about to offer up his life for the master he revered most, just as he had once sworn.
He was not sure whether he was crying or not. He only knew his face was already soaked.
This was clearly what he had dreamed of, something that could prove just how needed he was. So why was he sad at this moment?
The feeling of suffocation grew stronger and stronger. Barty Crouch Jr. only felt his vision begin to darken, and the scene before his eyes changed again. The potion was probably taking effect again.
In his mind, an extremely distant scene emerged.
It was when he was ten years old, practicing Transfiguration alone in the study.
He had practiced for an entire afternoon, had waved his wand who knew how many times, until his arm was so sore it was almost hard to lift, yet the results of his practice were terrible.