The greatest advantage of being a villain was that you could flip the table whenever you wanted.
The greatest sorrow of being a good person was that the moment you flipped the table, you were no longer good.
Mr. Crouch was an unquestionably good man. Even when his son broke the law, he could still handle the matter impartially.
But now, an evil man wanted to strike a deal with him.
To Crouch, it was nothing short of an enormous joke.
The problem was, that man had never said anything about a deal.
After appearing out of nowhere, the first thing he did was mend the relationship between Crouch and his son.
And just like that, Crouch had been swept into a bizarre whirlpool.
Wait, do villains talk about feelings now?
When he could no longer resist and had no choice but to go along with the other man,
and, by facing his own heart, reached a measure of reconciliation with his son, he had tried hard to pull himself out of it.
He had straightened his clothes until not a wrinkle remained, restoring everything to how it had been at the start. And then...
Everything was shattered once more by Voldemort's madness.
If Voldemort had acted like this from the beginning, Crouch dared say he would have resisted to the bitter end.
He had the courage and resolve to fight evil and darkness to the very end.
But everything was in disarray. His thoughts, his will, his body—everything had become a muddle.
And so.
After he had mocked the other man, only for that shameless bastard to flip the table on him, he could never go back to how things had been.
He could never go back, especially after he asked:
"You must have had a plan from the