The Ministry of Magic. Inside the gloomy and gloomy room with no portraits or decorations on the walls, rows of long benches were filled with wizards. At the front were reporters from newspapers and magazines.
Barty Crouch Jr. stood straight not far from the courtroom, still maintaining the dignity of a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. The magic robe on his body had been smoothed down by his owner. If it weren't for Albert and the other two Aura behind him who were on full alert, one would think that he was here to participate in a trial instead of being judged.
There was a sound of footsteps. The door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and three people walked in. At least one of them was human, and he was being held hostage by two Dementors.
The two Dementors — the two tall monsters whose faces were covered by hoods — slowly walked towards the armchair in the middle of the room, their rotting corpse-like hands tightly grasping the arm of the man in the middle. The man didn't seem to be affected much. His pale face was expressionless. It wasn't until he saw Mr. Crouch standing not far from the courtroom that there was a ripple in his eyes.
As the Dementors approached, the people around them seemed a little timid. The Dementors placed the man on the chained chair and slowly walked out of the room, closing the door behind them.
The trial of Barty Crouch Jr. was both successful and unsuccessful. What was successful was that he accepted all the charges read out by the judge. What was not successful was that he almost didn't say a word and didn't give any details about the planning of the event.
"I suggest that we use the Dementors on him or use the truth-telling serum on him. This way, we can find out whether the mysterious person has returned or not, as well as more information about the Death Eaters." Dumbledore stood up. His old voice had a rare seriousness.
"Dumbledore, please don't make such remarks again. It will cause panic among the people." Foggy lowered his voice.
"Foggy, you know, everyone has the right to know the truth," Dumbledore said calmly.
"But, this will make the magic world, which has finally regained its peace, fall into turmoil again." Foggy's voice contained a hint of pleading.
"Fudge." Dumbledore's blue eyes looked straight at Fudge as if he could see through his soul. "The truth can't be hidden. Your concealment will only cause greater harm to the Magic World when it's caught off guard."
"Dumbledore, who can prove that what you said is true? You have no evidence. "Foggy clenched his teeth, a vein popping out on his forehead.
"That's why we need to," Dumbledore pointed at Little Crouch who was chained to the chair, "use a soul-sucking spell or a truth-telling serum."
"I'm sorry, Dumbledore. We can't do that. You know, these two methods can easily be tampered with by experts, so they can't be used as evidence. " Foggy stood up. His round face no longer had a sly smile. He tried his best to shrink back into his bulging belly to make himself look more dignified. Only the beads of sweat on his forehead showed the psychological pressure he was under at that moment.
"Now, I ask the jury to vote," Owen Harris said loudly. "Those who think that these crimes should be punished with the kiss of a Dementor, please raise your hand!"
After that, Mr. Owen Harris raised his hand, and the wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands in unison. The audience around them clapped desperately with a cruel expression of victory on their faces. Their relatives and friends were more or less hurt in the finals a few days ago.
"You unfilial son!" Crouch suddenly roared as he watched the two Dementors walk towards Little Crouch who was chained to the chair in the middle. His eyeballs suddenly bulged out. "I told you to stay at home!"
Below the bench, Little Crouch, who was originally emotionless, clenched his fists after hearing Mr. Crouch's words and suddenly went crazy.
"How can I stay at home? He, my master, is so much greater than you! He and I have a lot in common, "Little Crouch shouted crazily." For example, we both have very disappointing fathers … extremely disappointing. We both have disgracefully inherited our father's name. In order to ensure the rise of the Dark Devils, I can sacrifice anything, even your life! "
"You're crazy!" Crouch roared. "You're crazy!"
"I'm crazy?" Little Crouch uncontrollably raised his voice. "We'll see! Let's see who's the crazy one. The Dark Lord is back. None of you can run away. "
The Dementor had already walked in front of Little Crouch. He took off the mask on his head, revealing the big hole under the mask, and leaned over to Little Crouch. A white substance floated out of Little Crouch's body and turned into a stream of air that was sucked into the Dementor's mouth.
Professor Dumbledore could not help but turn his head away.
"Back then, when you and your wife came up with the idea of replacing him, was it decided before you put him on trial? If you didn't care about him, why did you agree to the request of a house elf that you don't even care about and let him go to the World Cup? "Albert, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked loudly behind Mr. Crouch.
Crouch's back stiffened slightly, but he did not turn around. His attention was all on Little Crouch, who had loosened his fist at the last moment, either because his soul had been sucked away or because he had heard Albert's words.
"Shut up, son …" Unlike his usual angry tone, Mr. Crouch spoke with a melancholy, almost inaudible voice.
"Now it's your turn, Mr. Barty Crouch." Foggy turned his head to Crouch.
The trial of Barty Crouch went smoothly. He did not raise any objections to the judge's reading of the charges such as helping Little Crouch escape from prison.
When all the judges raised their hands to vote, Owen Harris raised his hands to vote against Crouch's charge of colluding with the Dark Wizards. The officials belonging to Harris' faction saw this and also raised their hands to vote according to his wishes.
Foggy looked at Owen Harris in surprise. He did not understand why Owen would be merciful at this time and not completely beat Crouch to the ground.
"I'm also a good father, aren't I?" Owen Harris explained to Foggy.
Foggy did not care about this point. Instead, he was happy to see Owen Harris being so soft-hearted.
In fact, Mr. Owen Harris was the same. He was happy to let this man, who had once been very powerful, go as long as he did not hinder the development of Family Harris' power. Albert's attitude could be seen from Albert's deliberately loud question to Crouch. As a father, he could understand and was willing to help.
When Mr. Crouch was taken away by the Dementors, Albert helped him untie the chains that bound him to the chair. "I will use my personal salary to foster him at St. Mungo's Hospital until you are released from prison. Please try your best to survive," Albert whispered in Mr. Crouch's ear.
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