If those Dark Wizards could contribute as well, it would undoubtedly speed up the depletion!
With that thought, Old Barty Crouch looked around and found that Percy was not nearby, but standing with Mr. Weasley. He called out another name instead. "John!"
Hearing Old Barty Crouch call for him, John Deloris staggered forward.
He had previously been besieged by several Dark Wizards and had barely survived. Even with Phoenix Tears healing his injuries, he still looked rather drained. "Director Crouch, what are your orders?"
"Take a group of Ministry employees and persuade those Dark Wizards to defect!" Old Barty Crouch said. "Have them sign Magic Contracts!"
"As long as they are willing to attack Voldemort, when they stand trial in the future, those who have not committed excessively serious crimes can receive lenient sentences!"
John Deloris nodded heavily without the slightest hesitation. "Understood! I'll handle it right away!"
Barty Crouch Jr. had witnessed all of this as well. Seemingly understanding what Old Barty Crouch intended, he asked, "Father, can I go with Mr. Deloris?"
Old Barty Crouch froze for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Barty Crouch Jr.'s left arm. "You intend to..."
He did not even wait for Barty Crouch Jr. to explain before nodding firmly. "Go! As long as it's the right thing to do, father will support you!"
Feeling the encouragement in Old Barty Crouch's eyes, Barty Crouch Jr. felt his nose sting.
He felt he had been hopelessly stupid. Why had he regarded Voldemort as his master? And why had he never been willing to talk to his father?
But he knew this was not the time to dwell on the past. He immediately followed John Deloris.
"Mr. Deloris, if we encounter anyone who is wavering, please let me know. Let me persuade them."
"Fine!" John