"You damned bastard! I'll kill you!"
The moment Barty Crouch Jr. heard that furious shouting, he knew Bellatrix Lestrange had returned.
For a wizard, having a finger sliced off by a blade was no big deal.
Besides, the sword that had cut off Bellatrix Lestrange's finger was an ordinary Muggle creation. There was no need even to preserve the severed finger; a little potion and some time would restore it.
Having her wand split in two was far more troublesome. After venting her rage, Bellatrix Lestrange had likely gone to find a new wand.
If Barty Crouch Jr. was not mistaken, the wand Bellatrix Lestrange held now belonged to Rabastan Lestrange.
Bellatrix Lestrange glared viciously at Neville and began the incantation with hatred in her voice. "Avada..."
Hearing that Bellatrix Lestrange intended to use the Killing Curse, Barty Crouch Jr. had no intention of stopping her.
Losing a finger was a small matter, but the humiliation was immense. Bellatrix Lestrange had to be allowed to vent a little.
"Stupefy!"
Alice Longbottom's voice echoed through the interrogation room. A red streak followed, like a meteor tearing through the night sky, flying straight at Bellatrix Lestrange.
After all, she was using Rabastan Lestrange's wand. Faced with the sudden Stunning Spell, Bellatrix Lestrange could only dodge aside.
At the same time, Frank Longbottom's voice rang out. "Finite Incantatem!"
The armor binding Neville turned back into instruments of torture, clattering loudly as they fell to the floor.
Realizing something, Neville's eyes lit up. The anxiety on his face turned to delight, and he swiftly retreated without hesitation, like a bird returning to its nest.
Barty Crouch Jr. raised his eyebrows high, flipped his wand, and lashed it out. A sharp whoosh tore through the air as the wand pointed at the instruments of torture