Bellatrix Lestrange cursed and ranted for quite a while before Barty Crouch Jr. finally interrupted, "Bella, you're far too noisy..."
With the help of the Whirling Wind Surge spell, the smoke screen shrouding the corridor gradually dispersed, revealing glimpses of the battered walls.
"Look at all these holes in the walls..." he said, pointing at them. "This is clearly your own home, yet you don't know how to cherish it at all."
"With all the commotion you just made, not only did you render my Sonorus Charm useless, you even damaged the walls here..."
He raised a hand toward the interrogation room, his tone carrying a touch of mockery. "I think that person seized the opportunity and ran into the interrogation room!"
Bellatrix Lestrange sounded somewhat surprised. "Barty, why didn't you say so earlier?"
"I did say so..." Barty Crouch Jr.'s tone was full of self-righteous certainty. "But how could he willingly run into the interrogation room?"
"Then that's wonderful!" Bellatrix Lestrange did not doubt Barty Crouch Jr.'s words and limped back toward the interrogation room.
Barty Crouch Jr. followed Bellatrix Lestrange, saying mockingly, "Come to think of it, whether it's Aurors or the head of the Aurors, they all seem to be the same..."
"They never spare a thought for their families. Submitting to the Dark Lord is such an honorable thing... so why won't they accept it? They insist on putting up this meaningless resistance, and in the end, they'll even lose their families..."
Just as Barty Crouch Jr. had said, Neville had indeed taken advantage of the chaos to climb through a hole and enter the interrogation room.
The instant he entered, he felt an intense chill that seemed impossible to dispel;
The windows here were tightly boarded up, as though the place had been deliberately