After enjoying lunch with his family at the Ministry of Magic, Allen teleported back home and put on the uniform of the Wesengamer members — a purple-red robe with an exquisite silver "W" embroidered on the left chest. Although this was the first time Allen participated in a trial with this identity, he was no stranger to trials.
When he returned to the Ministry of Magic and pushed open the door to the courtroom, Allen and more than 20 other Wesengamer members filed in. After all, this was not a trial, and there was no need to mobilize the full force of almost fifty Magicians. Abusi, who had been reinstated as the chief Magician of Wissengammon, was not the least bit worried. Dumbledore also did not come to participate in this trial.
Lunn? Harris, as the head of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, was already sitting in the middle of a row of benches in front of the courtroom. He would preside over this trial.
Aura brought seven prisoners into the courtroom, and Barty Crouch was crouched. Crouch was among them as well. He was not bound by chains, but there were two Auror following behind him at all times.
The prisoners sat on the chairs in the middle of the courtroom one by one, and accepted the trial of the Wesengamer members. In fact, the criminals who were recaptured by Aura were still being held in the temporary prison of the Ministry of Magic, and these fugitives who voluntarily surrendered were the first to be tried. Percy Ignatius? Weasley once again sat on the side as the recorder of the trial, and he looked at his old boss with a complicated expression.
Lunn glanced at Albert who came to observe the trial, and he asked the Aura to first bring Barty Crouch to the courtroom. He then brought Barty Crouch forward for questioning.
"Under those circumstances, I had no choice but to leave Azkaban. The Dementors had betrayed us, and the prisoners had escaped. They would even assist the Death Eaters in their escape … The mysterious man and his gang hated me to the core, and I was the one who had put many of them in there … So, with the help of the other prisoners, we chose to surrender ourselves to the Ministry of Magic after we returned to England …" Barty Barty explained, "That's right. Crouch's face was gloomy and haggard as he made his final statement in a low voice. Then, he fell silent and waited for the final verdict. Albert? Harris had told him that his son, Barty Jr. Crouch's body was still being nurtured in St. Mungo's Hospital. It was also the spiritual sustenance that kept him alive in Azkaban.
Old Crouch's argument caused a flurry of whispers among the Wesengamer members. They were discussing whether they should keep the prisoners in custody and let them serve out the rest of their sentences. This caused a wave of debate. The number of people who believed that the prisoners should be kept in custody and released early was about the same. Most of the Wesengamer members did not express their opinions clearly.
"I think Barty? The crimes that Mr. Crouch committed in the past should not be punished like this. " Sitting not far from the Wesengamer members' area where Allen belonged, a witch wearing a black robe from the Magical Law Enforcement Department with a wide body and a square chin spoke loudly. She wore a monocle and had an intimidating expression on her face. After she finished speaking, she squinted her eyes and sized up the few Harris members present.
This lady who looked to be in her forties or fifties was Amelia? Susan? Burns, a Hufflepuff student of the same level as Allen, Susan? Burns' aunt, the Tonks, often said that Amelia was a fair and honest person. If it were not for the rise of Harris, Lunn's position would still be hers.
The whispers gradually stopped. The director of the Magical Law Enforcement Department, Lunn, signaled to the Wesengamer members and said in a loud voice, "Agree to release Barty in advance? Please raise your hand if you want to release Crouch. "
Amelia? Burns immediately raised his hand. She then noticed that Allen, who was sitting on the Wesengamer seat, had also raised his hand. Apparently, many of the Wesengamer members who did not vote and her colleagues from the Magical Law Enforcement Department also raised their hands after seeing Allen's action. Amelia shook her head and looked around. She did not need to count to know that more than half of the people had raised their hands. This made the solemn witch look at Allen with a gentler expression.
With Barty? With Crouch as a reference, the rest of the trial went on quickly. Most of the prisoners were acquitted because their sentences were not heavy. With faces full of snot and tears, they happily followed Aura out of the courtroom. Only the third bald wizard, who did not even have eyebrows, was sentenced to stay in prison because of his mischievous prank that caused the deaths of many Muggle members. However, he also received a significant reduction in his sentence.
After the trial ended, Allen politely introduced himself to the Wesengamer members. When he walked out of the courtroom, he saw Barty Crouch, who had just been acquitted. He was talking to his elder brother, Albert, a few steps away from the door.
"Mr. Crouch, he is now in St. Mungo's Magical Hospital. The doctors and nurses are taking good care of him." Albert's voice came into Allen's ears.
"If it wasn't for your help to keep his body alive … I can't imagine that I would have the motivation to live in Azkaban …" Mr. Crouch's low voice was a little bitter. He went from being popular to being cold. When he was at his peak, he had many guests. When he was down, no one cared about him. None of his family and friends were willing to help take care of his son who was a Death Eater. They were afraid of getting into trouble. Instead, it was his opponents who were willing to help him settle down …
Albert scratched his head. At this time, Allen came forward. "Mr. Crouch, congratulations on your freedom."
Hearing Allen's voice, Barty Crouch turned to look at Allen. When he saw that it was Allen, he responded somewhat mechanically, "Thank you, Allen? Mr. Harris. "
"Mr. Crouch, Albert, please allow me to leave first." Seeing the other party's reaction, Allen did not intend to talk for long and said goodbye.
Albert waved goodbye to his younger brother, but then called out to him, "Allen, I've been running into Malfoy's family in the hospital recently. I heard from the therapist that his grandfather is Abraxas? Malfoy is dying. Aren't you close with Draco? Do you want to go and see him? "
"Oh? I'll contact Lucius and Draco. "Allen also waved goodbye to his elder brother.
That night, in the small manor of Malfoy's family in Wales, there were many peacocks. The light in the luxuriously decorated hall was not very bright. The luxurious classical patterned carpet almost covered the entire floor. In the middle of the hall was a long wooden table. On both sides of the long table were wizards wearing black hoods.
"Cowardly, incompetent. Almost all of your recent actions in the wizarding world have ended in failure." A loud, clear voice echoed in the hall.
Silence. No one dared to make a sound in such a rage.
"Travers, I've noticed that none of your actions have been successful, hmm?" The man at the head of the table gently knocked on the table. He had no hair, like a snake, two slender nostrils, and a pair of shining red eyes with vertical pupils. His skin was very pale and seemed to emit a pearl-like light.
"Master, please forgive me … The Ministry of Magic has long been prepared. There are Aura everywhere. They have arranged for people to patrol at all times. It's difficult for us to find a suitable opportunity." A male adept with a neat gray ponytail responded to his master with a trembling voice, even though he had tried his best to shrink his body and make the person sitting at the head of the table ignore his existence. "We only need to launch an attack, and they will appear in a very short time. The Ministry of Magic has given the wizards the communication badge sponsored by Family Harris. As long as the wizards inform the Ministry of Magic, the Aura will phantom and come. In the situation where we can't escape in time, we lost a lot of people. "
"All excuses, Travers …" Lord Voldemort's cold voice silenced the long table. "What happened to those two useless people who were killed by a mud-spawn? Your remaining subordinate was scared by a mud-spawn and ran away?! "
Travers only dared to respond after crawling on the ground. "Forgive me! Forgive me, master! We were somewhere else at that time. Trasov and Vigo were just carrying out a mission. They killed a dog while waiting to prevent it from barking and alerting others. That mud-spawn came out of nowhere and killed them for this matter … I've already dealt with Gregory who ran away. Please forgive me, master … "
Lord Voldemort heard this and could no longer hold back. He cast a spell with the wand in his hand. Travers couldn't even scream as he writhed on the ground. Lord Voldemort also burst out a roar. "That mud-spawn killed your people! He had killed two adepts! He only used a pencil! With a f * cking pencil! "
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