Chapter 673 Karkaroff’s Trial (2)

The news that Snape was a Death Eater really surprised Harry.

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

Harry felt that it was not good for him to think this way, but Snape's consistent image had already been deeply ingrained in his mind.

The whole Hogwarts hates Harry, if not Malfoy, then it should be Snape, but Snape has also really helped him, and Dumbledore trusts Snape very much. Pu, otherwise, Dumbledore would not have been able to get Snape out of this trial...

Harry turned and looked at Alastor Moody. He looked at Dumbledore's back with deep suspicion.

"Okay, Karkaroff," Crouch said coldly, "You have already helped. I will reconsider your case. Now you go back to Azkaban..." Mr. Crouch The sound drifted farther and farther away.

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

He could only see everything around his body like a spinning black whirlpool... But soon, the dungeon appeared again. Harry found himself sitting in a different seat than before; still in the highest row.

But the man to his right became Mr Crouch.

The atmosphere here is much more relaxed than before, even a little cheerful. Everyone was whispering to each other as if they were watching a sporting event.

A witch in the middle row opposite caught Harry's attention. She has short blond hair and wears a purple-red robe. There was no mistaking her, she was the young Rita Skeeter.

Speaking of which, this woman was really bad. Rita's ability to make things up made Harry's lungs explode.

But she didn't look that bad when she was young, but will she be as fat as she is now when she becomes a beetle?

Where did Harry and Hermione see that Fan Lin also used magic to cure the bottle, and then asked Hermione to press it at the bottom with a book...

However, Hermione is still kind-hearted after all. Although Rita cannot change back due to the magical confinement, Hermione still takes Rita out for fun every day...

Is this a beetle?

Harry looked around again. Dumbledore was sitting next to him again, but wearing a different robe.

Mr. Crouch looked haggard and thinner and sterner...

Harry got it. It's a different memory, a different day...a different interrogation.

The door in the corner opened, and Ruth Bagmon walked in.

This is not like the real Ruth Bagmon. He still had the body of a Quidditch player. His nose had not been flattened, and he stood tall and thin but powerful.

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

However, this had to make Fan Lin lament that he had never observed those past events so intuitively.

The serious Dumbledore, the not-disabled Moody...

There was nothing going on with Fudge at this time. Crouch was still in charge of everything in the Ministry of Magic, but... Fan Lin could almost imagine what was coming next, that child?

This was almost the time when the conflict was at its most serious, destroying the entire family in one fell swoop.

Fan Lin stared at the pensieve quietly. Harry had already sat down, right next to Crouch.

"Interesting memory."

Ruth Bagmon sat down on the chained chair, looking very nervous.

But the chair didn't tie him up like Karkaroff. Bagmon seemed to sense this and relaxed a bit.

He glanced at the audience, waved to two of them, and forced a smile.

"Ruth Bagmon, you were brought to the Supreme Court of the Magical World to answer the charges against you. According to the evidence of the Wizengamot, you are accused of having relations with the Dais."

Crouch said, "We have heard the evidence against you and are now ready to announce our verdict. Do you want to add anything to your testimony before that?"

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Ruth Bagmon is also a corpse eater?

"Only a little bit." Ruth Bagmon said with a silly smile, "Well, I think I was a bit of a fool before—"

One or two spectators laughed heartily. But Mr. Crouch had no such sense of humour, and he stared at Ruth with an expression of the most severe disgust. Bagmon.

"He never said anything truer, boy," someone said dryly to Dumbledore.

Harry took a look and saw that Moody was sitting there again: "If I hadn't known that he had always been so stupid, I would have thought that the Quidditch players had brainwashed him..."

"Ruth. Bagmon, you were caught while delivering information to Duke Voldemort's followers. Therefore, I recommend that he be sentenced to serve no less than a sentence in Azkaban -"

But at this time, angry roars broke out from the surrounding auditorium. Several witches and wizards stood up and shook their heads at Mr. Crouch, and some even waved their fists.

"But I've told you, I don't know!" Bagmon shouted sincerely to the raucous audience, his round blue eyes wide. "I don't know at all! Old Rockwood is a friend of my father... I never dreamed that he and 'that person' were together! I thought I was just collecting intelligence for our side! And Luo Crood has been talking about getting me a job at the Ministry of Magic... once my Quidditch career is over, you know... I mean, I can't keep getting stepped on by Bludgers, can I?"

It seems that Bagmon's identity as a Quidditch player helped him a lot. Strictly speaking, Bagmon was also a celebrity at the time, and his humorous words always made people like him.

but……

Fan Lin's eyes turned to Crouch. The result obtained from Crouch was not like this. All relevant people should be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Strictly speaking, Bagmon is just an uninformed person who lacks some vision and luck.

There were chuckles from the audience.

"Then let's vote," said Mr. Crouch coldly. Then turning to the right of the dungeon he said: "The jury will gladly raise their hands... in favor of imprisonment..."

Harry looked to the right of the dungeon.

No one raised their hands, and many people in the audience began to applaud. A witch stood up in the jury box. "What?" Klaus growled angrily. "We would just like to say a big congratulations to Mr Bagmon for his outstanding performance for England against Turkey in the Quidditch match last Saturday."

She finished her sentence in one breath.

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

Bagmon stood up and bowed to everyone, smiling.

"Despicable, vile," Mr. Crouch shouted to Dumbledore as Bagmon emerged from the dungeon. He still said angrily, "Rockwood did give him a job...Ruth. The day Bagmon joins us will be a very miserable day for the Ministry of Magic..."

At this time the dungeon disappeared again. This memory is really long...

Fan Lin rubbed his temples. The most important part was probably coming soon. Perhaps he should be more detailed about Barty Crouch Jr.'s part.

When the screen reappeared, Harry found that he and Dumbledore were still sitting next to Mr. Crouch, but the atmosphere was completely different. It was eerily quiet except for a fragile, slender witch sitting next to Mr. Crouch, sobbing.

Suddenly, Harry found a figure beside him.

"Fan Lin, where were you before?"

"Above." Fan Lin also pointed to the ceiling.

"You never came in?"

"No, I watched here the whole time. This should be the third memory. Igo Karkaroff, a cowardly Death Eater, and Ruth Bagmon, a fickle person who was kept in the dark. Or, finally..."

"What's the last thing? And, you know, Professor Snape..."

"I know, Harry, but you just need to remember one thing, Dumbledore believes in him." Fan Lin said, "Let's continue reading, this is the most critical part."

Harry nodded and looked back.

The witch next to Crouch seems to be in bad shape. His trembling hands clutched a handkerchief and covered his mouth.

Harry looked up at Crouch. He seemed more haggard, his face was grayer than before, and there was a twitching tendon in his temple.

"Bring them in," he said, his voice echoing in the silent dungeon.

The door in the corner opened again. This time six dementors escorted a group of four people in.

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

The dementors placed the four of them on four chained chairs. Among the four, a short and stocky man looked at Klaus blankly, and another man who was thinner and looked more nervous looked around at the crowd. A woman sat in the chair as if it were a throne; she had thick, dark hair and eyelids as thick as lids.

"This is Bella! Bellatrix Lestrange!" Fan Lin said, he could only recognize such a person. However, the identity of this person is very important. He also left a name for Voldemort. A child was born.

"Who is that?"

"Sirius's cousin, a member of the Black family." Fan Lin said, "In fact, except for Sirius, the entire Black family is a loyal supporter of Voldemort."

Harry felt that his brain was a little weak, "So, they are all Death Eaters?"

Harry pointed at the four men.

"Yes, that's all, and it's much crazier than Karkaroff." Fan Lin said.

Next to Bella was a ten-year-old boy. He didn't look that stiff but was hairy, with messy hair hanging down on his face, and a few freckles on his milky white skin.

At the sight of him, the little witch next to Mr. Crouch began to fidget, cover her face with her handkerchief, and cry. Crouch stood up. He looked down at the four men in front of him with nothing but pure hatred on his face.

"You are brought before the wizarding courts," he said clearly, "to be sentenced for your heinous crimes—"

"Dad," the boy with messy hair said, "Dad...please..."

"—We have never heard of such a horrific act," Mr. Crouch said, raising his voice to drown out his son's.

"We have heard other people's testimonies. You four are accused of having captured an Auror - Frank Longbottom - and cast the Crusiltus Charm on him because you suspected that he knew about your I don’t know where the master who was exiled is now——”

"That was Neville's father. The Longbottoms were tortured crazy by Bella using the Cruciatus Curse." Fanlin explained.

Harry stared blankly at the field. He thought of Neville, that cowardly boy, and now the murderer of his parents was here, as well as Mr. Crouch's son...

Mr. Crouch's... son...

"Dad, I didn't!" The boy trembled in the chain. "I didn't. I swear, dad, don't leave me to the dementors—"

"You are also accused," growled Mr. Crouch, "of placing a Crushiltus spell on Frank Longbottom's wife because he would not tell you what you wanted to know. You also planned to have He - 'the man' - has regained his strength. I now ask the jury -"

"Mom!" the boy below screamed, and the woman sitting next to Crouch became even more uneasy and sobbed loudly. The boy shouted: "Mom, stop him, Mom, I didn't do it, it wasn't me!"

"I now ask the jury," cried Mr. Crouch, "to show up their hands, if they believe, as I do, that these prisoners deserve a life sentence in Azkaban."

In unison, the witches and wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands. The audience burst into thunderous applause just like before, and their faces were filled with pride and satisfaction.

The boy started screaming, "No! Mom! No! I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I didn't know! Don't let him send me there!" The Dementors came in. The other three stood up quietly from their seats.

The one named Bellatrix Lestrange looked up at Crouch and shouted: "The Dark Duke will definitely come back, Crouch! Lock us up in Azkban, we will wait! He He will come to save us again. He will reward us more heavily than others because we are the most faithful! We are the only ones who have to go to Him!"

But the boy was still struggling, trying to get the Dementors to let him go, although Harry could see their ruthlessness and power beginning to hold him down.

People were laughing at them, some even standing up.

Bellatrix Lestrange was out, but the boy was still struggling.

"I am your son!" he shouted at Crouch, "I am your son!"

"You are not my son!" Mr. Crouch yelled, his eyes widening. "I have no son!"

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

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

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

The boy's voice became more and more distant, and Harry's eyes kept wandering between Mr. Crouch and the door in surprise.

If possible, Harry would rather believe that this is not true. Fanlin said before that memories can be read and modified...

"As expected, this should be Karkaroff's condition." Fan Lin said, "The condition used to escape Azkaban, but this should not be presided over by Crouch."

Fanlin cast his eyes on Crouch's right side.

Soon, he found some familiar figures there, such as Cornelius Fudge and Umbridge's old toad.

It is conceivable that they are more willing than anyone else to see Crouch step down. If Crouch still maintains this momentum, then there will be no problem with the position of Minister of Magic at all.

This was not in Fudge's interests.

As for Barty Crouch Jr., the conditions for Karkaroff's release from prison were naturally very satisfying to Fudge.

However, Crouch is really too cruel.

Crouch's high pressure never relaxed, whether at work or at home.

He was a little pitiful. His child wanted to die, so naturally he had to pay for it with something.

Using his wife's life and his position as Minister of Magic, but now, this has caused greater resentment. The person Barty Crouch Jr. wants to kill the most is Barty Crouch.

This is a bad cycle.

"He died in the end, right?" Harry asked, "Sirius told me that the child...I didn't want to believe it at first, but..."

"It's very impactful, isn't it." Fan Lin smiled, "Crouch's cruelty is far beyond your imagination, Harry."

"It's really cruel." Harry thought of what Sirius had said to him. Mr. Crouch's son eventually died in Azkaban.

But what does this mean?

these memories.

"Maybe some of these people have already escaped," Fan Lin said.

"Absconding? Animagus?"

"I don't know." Fan Lin said, "But if you want to get out of Azkaban, this is not necessarily the only way."

"what else?"

"Only the dead can avoid the dementors' search, Harry." Fan Lin suddenly said, "But..."

"Dead person? This is impossible..." Harry shook his head, "The death caused by dementors even sucks away the soul. I have seen it."

Fan Lin was not talking, just looking at the chaos here. This was obviously the Wizengamot, the highest court of the Ministry of Magic, but at this moment, under the celebrations of Fudge's side, it was like a loud protest. Corner Alley.

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

All the powerful Death Eaters have been arrested, and Voldemort's era has truly passed. This is indeed something worth celebrating. Even Dumbledore seems a little relaxed.

"Then, who will escape?" (To be continued)