Before Barty Crouch Jr. could do so, Barty Crouch Sr. had already appeared before him.
Clearly, Millicent Bagnold had already left.
His plan had fallen through, but he did not feel much disappointment. He merely raised his head with difficulty and fixed Barty Crouch Sr. with a gaze full of hatred.
"Father! Honestly! Your Imperius Curse is far too weak! It doesn't work at all!"
"I was this close to completely destroying you! How about it? Want me to teach you how to cast the Imperius Curse? It's very simple!"
Barty Crouch Sr. said nothing and silently walked away.
The look in his eyes before he left, mingling disappointment and pain, made Barty Crouch Jr. feel even worse.
"Come back! Get back here! I'll teach you how to cast the Imperius Curse!"
He screamed with all his strength, screaming until his voice turned hoarse, until the House-elf Winky appeared.
The House-elf Winky carried a tray holding several steaming scones spread with his favorite strawberry jam.
"Look, Winky!" he said indistinctly as he chewed on a strawberry-jam-covered scone. "He must have gone off to practice the Imperius Curse!"
"A former head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, practicing the Imperius Curse! And all so he can use it to control his own son! Hahaha! What a colossal joke!"
Seeing the tearful House-elf Winky, he endured the pain in his body and the hatred in his heart, baring his teeth in laughter. He laughed louder and louder, and more and more painfully...
"Faster! Don't waste my time!"
Voldemort's voice rang out. Barty Crouch Jr. forced his mouth open and struggled to swallow a cup of potion.
Enduring the agony of his soul being torn apart, he found himself in the foyer, a document now in his hand.
"I know