Chapter 684

The news that Snape was a Death Eater surprised Harry.

No wonder Snape is so afraid of moody. There are reasons for that. Maybe he is still with the Dark Lord

Harry didn't think it was a good idea to think so, but Snape's consistent image was already in his mind.

The whole Hogwarts, hate Harry, if not Malfoy, it should be Snape, but Snape also helped him, and Dumbledore trusted Snape very much, otherwise, Dumbledore would not be able to get Snape out of this trial

Harry turned to look at ALATO moody. He looked at Dumbledore's back with deep suspicion.

"All right, kakarov," crouch said coldly, "you have helped me. I will reconsider your case. You go back to Azkaban first..." Mr. Crouch's voice drifted away.

Harry looked around. The dungeon was disappearing like smoke; everything was beginning to blur.

He could only see that everything around his body was like a whirling black whirlpool But soon, the dungeon appeared again. Harry found himself sitting in a different position than before; still in the top row.

But the man on his right became Mr. crouch.

The atmosphere here is much more relaxed and even a little elated. Everyone is whispering, as if watching a sports event.

There was a witch in the middle row opposite that caught Harry's attention. She had short golden hair and a purple robe. No mistake. She's the young Rita Skeeter.

It's a terrible woman, too. Rita's ability to make things up just blew Harry's lungs.

But she didn't look so bad when she was young, but would she be as fat as she is now?

Where did Harry and Hermione see it? It was in the bottle that Fanlin also practiced with magic, and then let Hermione press the book at the bottom

However, Hermione is still kind. Although Rita can't change back because of magic, Hermione still takes Rita out every day to let it go

Is this a beetle?

Harry looked around again. Dumbledore sat next to him again, but in a different robe.

Mr. crouch looked gaunt and thinner and more severe

Harry knows. It's a different memory, a different day A different trial.

The corner door opened and Ruth bagmond came in.

It's not like the real Ruth bagmon. He still has a Quidditch figure. His nose hasn't been flattened. He's tall and thin but strong.

Seeing this, Fanlin roughly knew that bagmon's betrayal was not accidental. In order to survive, he was willing to do anything.

However, this has to let van Lin sigh, he has never been so intuitive observation of the past.

Serious Dumbledore, moody without disability

At this time, there was no fudge. Everything in the Ministry of magic was dominated by crouch, but Van Lim could almost imagine the next thing, the kid?

This is almost the time when the conflict is at its worst, destroying the whole family.

Vaseline stares at the meditation basin quietly. Harry is seated, right next to crouch.

"Interesting memories."

Ruth bagmond sat down on the chained chair and looked nervous.

But the chair didn't tie him up like kakarov. Bagmond seemed to feel this and relaxed.

He swept the audience with his eyes, waved to two of them and reluctantly laughed.

"Ruth bagmon, you have been brought to the Supreme Court of the wizarding world to defend your charges. According to wiesengamo's evidence, you are charged with day. The AITS have a relationship. "

Crouch said, "we've heard the evidence against you, and we're ready to announce our verdict. What else do you want to add to your testimony before that?"

Harry couldn't believe his ears. A corpse, a barmud?

"Only a little." Ruth bagmon giggled and said, "well, I thought I used to be a bit of a fool -"

one or two of the audience burst out laughing. But Mr. crouch didn't have that sense of humor. He looked at Ruth with the most severe and disgusting look. Bagmon.

"He never said anything more real than that, boy." Someone said to Dumbledore dryly.

Harry looked, moody sat there again: "if I hadn't known he was always so stupid, I would have thought those Quidditch balls had brainwashed him..."

"Ruth. Bagmon, you were caught sending information to Duke Voldemort's followers. Therefore, I suggest that he be sentenced to serve a sentence of no less than - "in AzkabanBut then there was a roar of anger from the surrounding audience. Several witches and witches stood up and shook their heads at Mr. crouch, some even waving their fists.

"But I've told you, I don't know!" Bagmond cried sincerely to the crowd, his round blue eyes wide open. "Not at all! Old Rockwood is a friend of my father's I never dreamed that he was with the man! I thought I was just gathering information for us! And Rockwood has been talking about getting me a job in the Ministry of magic Once my Quidditch career is over, you know I mean, I can't always be trampled by a swimming ball, can I? "

It seems that bagmond's status as a Quidditch player helped him too much. Strictly speaking, bagmond was also a celebrity at that time, and humorous words always made people like him.

But

Van Lin's eyes turned to crouch. The result from crouch is not the same. All the people concerned should be put into Azkaban.

Strictly speaking, bagmon is just an unknown person. He lacks some vision and luck.

There was a chuckle in the audience.

"Then let's vote." Said Mr. crouch coldly. Then he turned to the right side of the dungeon and said, "the jury will be happy to raise their hands In favor of imprisonment... "

Harry looked to the right-hand side of the dungeon.

No one raised their hands, and a lot of people in the audience started clapping. A witch stood up in the jury. "What's the matter?" Klaus growled angrily. "We just want to extend our warm congratulations to Mr. bagmon for his excellent performance against Turkey in Quidditch last Saturday."

She finished in one breath.

Mr. crouch was furious. At this time, thunderous applause broke out in the dungeon.

Bagmond stood up, bowed and laughed.

"Mean, dirty." 'cried Mr. crouch to Dumbledore, as bagmond was out of the dungeon. He still said angrily, "Rockwood did give him a job Ruth. It will be a sad day for the Ministry of magic when bagmond joins us... "

Then the dungeon disappeared again. This memory is really long

Van Lin rubbed his temples. The most important part should be coming. Maybe he should be more detailed.

When the picture reappears, Harry finds himself and Dumbledore still sitting next to Mr. crouch, but the atmosphere is very different. It was strangely quiet, except for a delicate witch sitting next to Mr. crouch sobbing.

Suddenly, Harry found himself surrounded by a figure.

"Fanlin, where have you been before?"

"Up there." Fanlin also pointed to the ceiling.

"You never came in?"

"No, I've been watching this place all the time. This should be the third memory, Igor kakarov, a timid Death Eater, Ruth bagmon, a fickle in the dark, and finally..."

"At the end of what? And, you know, Professor Snape... "

"I know, Harry, but you just need to remember that Dumbledore believes in him." "Let's go on, this is the most important part," Van Lin said

Harry nodded, and he looked back.

The witch next to crouch looks terrible. Shaking hands tightly grasp a handkerchief to cover his mouth.

Harry looked up at crouch. He seemed more haggard, paler than ever, and a muscle in his temple kept jumping.

"Bring them in." He said his voice echoed in the silent dungeon.

The door in the corner opened again. This time, six Dementors came in with a party of four.

Harry saw people in the crowd looking up at Mr. crouch, some whispering.

Dementors put the four of them on four chained chairs. Of the four, a stocky man looked blankly at Klaus, and a thinner, more nervous looking man looked around at the crowd. A woman sat on a chair as if it were a throne; she had thick black hair and thick eyelids like lids.

"This is Bella! Bellatrix Lestrange Van Lim said that he could only recognize such a person. However, the identity of this person is very important. He also left a child for Voldemort.

"Who is that?"

"A cousin of the Black family." "In fact, with the exception of Sirius, the entire black family is a loyal supporter of Voldemort," Van leen said

Harry felt that his brain was not enough. "So they were all Death Eaters?"

Harry pointed to the four men.

"Yes, it's all, and it's a lot crazier than kakarov." Said Fanlin.

Next to Bella was a 10-year-old boy, who looked less stiff but was still in hair, with grass like hair hanging over his face and a few freckles on his milky skin.At the sight of him, the little witch next to Mr. crouch began to fidget, covering her face with her handkerchief and crying. Crouch stands up. He looked down at the four men in front of him with pure hatred on his face.

"You are brought to the court of magic world," he said clearly, "to be judged for your heinous crime -"

"Dad," said the shaggy haired teenager, "Dad Please... "

"- we've never heard of such terror," Mr. crouch raised his voice and silenced his son's voice.

"We've heard the testimony of others. The four of you are accused of catching an Auror - Frank Longbottom - and putting cruhiltes on him, because you suspect that he knows where your master who has been banished is now - "

" that's Neville's father, and Longbottom's wife has been tortured crazy by Bella's heart drill. " Van Lin explained.

Harry was staring at the field, and he thought of Neville, the cowardly boy, and now the murderer of his parents is here, and Mr. Crouch's son

Mr. Crouch's Son

"Dad, I didn't!" The boy was shaking in the chain. "I didn't, I swear, Dad, don't throw me to the Dementors -"

"you're also accused," Mr. crouch yelled, "and put cruhiltes on Frank Longbottom's wife. Because he doesn't tell you what you want to know. You also plan to get him - the man - back to power. I now ask the jury -- "

" Mom! " The boy below screamed, and the woman sitting next to crouch was more upset and sobbed loudly. The boy yelled, "Mom, stop him, mom, I didn't do it, it wasn't me!"

"I now ask the jury," Mr. crouch cried, "raise your hands, if they believe as I do, these prisoners should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban."

Unanimously, the witches and wizards on the right-hand side of the dungeon raised their hands. There was a thunderous applause from the audience, their faces full of satisfaction.

The boy began to scream, "no! mom! no I didn't, I didn't, I don't know! Don't let him send me there Dementors come in. The other three stood up quietly from their seats.

The one named Bellatrix Lestrange looked up at crouch and said, "the Duke of darkness will come back again, crouch! Put us in Azkaban, we'll wait! He'll come and save us. He will praise us more than others, because only we are the most loyal! Only we are going to find him

But the boy was still struggling to get the Dementors to let him go, though Harry could see that their ruthlessness and power were beginning to hold him back.

People laugh at them, and some even stand up.

Bellatrix Lestrange has gone out and the boy is still struggling.

"I am your son!" He yelled at crouch, "I'm your son!"

"You are not my son!" Mr. crouch roared, his eyes wide open. "I don't have a son!"

The little witch gasped and fell heavily on her seat. She fainted.

But Mr. crouch didn't seem to see it. "Take them away!" Crouch growled at dement, spitting. "Take them away and let them rot there!"

"Dad, Dad, it's none of my business! no no Dad, please

The boy's voice grew farther and farther away, and Harry kept moving his eyes in surprise between Mr. crouch and the door.

If possible, Harry would rather believe it's not true, as van Lin said before, that memories can be read, they can be modified

"No accident, it should be kakarov's condition." "The conditions used to get out of Azkaban are, however, not supposed to be led by crouch," Van leen said

Van Lin turned his eyes to crouch's right hand.

Soon, he found some familiar figures there, such as Cornell fudge and the old toad of Umbridge.

It can be imagined that they are more willing to see crouch step down than anyone else. If crouch maintains such a momentum, then the position of minister of magic will be no problem at all.

This is not in the interest of fudge.

As a condition for kakarov's release from prison, Barty crouch is naturally extremely satisfied with fudge.

However, crouch is also a little too cruel.

Crouch's high pressure, whether from work or family, has never relaxed.

He was a little pathetic, and his children died, so he was naturally asked to pay for it with things.

With his wife's life and the position of minister of magic, but now, this has caused even greater resentment. Barty crouch, Jr., wants to kill him most.

It's a bad cycle."At last he died, didn't he?" Harry asked, "Sirius told me that child I didn't want to believe it at first, but... "

"It's powerful, isn't it?" Van Lin laughed. "Crouch's cruelty is far beyond your imagination, Harry."

"It's cruel indeed." Harry thought of what Sirius had said to himself, that Mr. Crouch's son died in Azkaban.

But what is the point?

These memories.

"Maybe some of these people have already escaped, not necessarily." Said Fanlin.

"Abscond? Animagus? "

"I don't know." "But it's not necessarily the only way to get out of Azkaban," Van Lin said

"What else?"

"Only the dead can escape the Dementors, Harry." Van Lin suddenly said, "but

"The dead? It can't be... " Harry shook his head. "Dementors suck up souls. I've seen them."

Fanlin is not talking, just looking at the mess here. It is obviously wiesengamo, the Supreme Court of the Ministry of magic, but at the moment, under the jubilant action of fudge, it is like a noisy diagonal lane.

Moody didn't know what he was talking to Dumbledore, but it seemed moody was in a good mood.

The fierce death eaters have all been caught, and the age of Voldemort has really passed. This is indeed a matter of celebration, and even Dumbledore is a little more relaxed.

"Then, who escaped?"

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