Chapter 459 Father (Modified)

In the Ministry of Magic, in that gloomy room with no portraits or decorations on the walls, there were rows of dense benches filled with wizards, and the front of the list were journalists from newspapers and magazines.

Barty Crouch stood straight not far from the judgment seat, still maintaining the dignity of a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic. The magic robe on his body was smoothed by the master. Burt and the other two Aurors thought he was just here to participate in a trial rather than being judged.

There was a sound of footsteps. A door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and in came three persons—at least one of whom was human, held hostage by two dementors.

The two dementors—the two tall monsters with hooded faces—slowly walked toward the armchair in the center of the room, their rotting dead hands clutching the arm of the man in the center. That person didn't seem to be affected too much, and there was no expression on his pale face. It was not until he saw Mr. Crouch standing not far from the trial seat that his eyes fluctuated.

As the dementor approached, everyone around seemed a little timid. The dementor put the man on a chair with a chain, walked out of the room slowly, and closed the door.

The trial of Barty Crouch Jr. was smooth and not smooth. The smooth thing was that he accepted all the charges read out by the judge. The bad thing was that he hardly said a word and did not explain any details of the planned activities.

"I suggest to use Legilimency or Veritaserum on him, so that we can get more information about whether the mysterious man has returned and their Death Eaters." Dumbledore stood up, his old voice became rare serious .

"Dumbledore, please don't make such remarks again, it will cause panic among the masses." Fudge lowered his voice.

"Fudge, you know, everyone has the right to know the truth." Dumbledore said calmly.

"However, this will plunge the magic world, which has finally recovered its tranquility, into turmoil again." Fudge's voice contained a hint of pleading.

"Fudge," Dumbledore's blue eyes looked directly at Fudge, as if he could see through his soul, "the truth cannot be concealed, and your concealment will only cause the wizarding world to suffer greater harm without defense."

"Dumbledore, who can prove that what you said is true? You have no proof." Fudge gritted his teeth, a vein stretched out on his forehead.

"That's why we need to deal with him," Dumbledore pointed to the little Crouch who was locked in the chair, "use Inspirit or Veritaserum."

"Sorry, Dumbledore, we can't do this. As you know, both of these methods are easily tampered with by masters who are good at modifying memories, and cannot be used as evidence." Fudge stood up, and the chubby face no longer had a smile on his face. With a smooth smile, he tried his best to retract his embarrassing stomach, making himself look more majestic. Only the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead showed the psychological pressure he was under at the moment.

"Now I call on the jury," cried Owen Harris, "those who think these crimes should be punished with a Dementor's Kiss, raise your hand!"

After finishing speaking, Mr. Owen Harris raised his hand, and the wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands in unison. The audience around applauded desperately, with a cruel expression of victory on their faces. Their relatives and friends were more or less hurt in the final a few days ago.

"You bastard!" Seeing the two dementors walking towards the little Crouch who was tied to the chair in the middle, Crouch suddenly roared, his eyes popped out suddenly, "I told you to stay at home at ease!"

Under the trial seat, little Crouch, who had no emotional ups and downs at first, clenched his fists after hearing Mr. Crouch's words, and suddenly went crazy.

"How can I be at home, he, my master, is much greater than you! He and I have a lot in common," cried little Crouch frantically, "for example, we both had very disappointing fathers ...Extremely disappointing. We all bear the name of our father in disgrace, and in order to ensure the rise of the dark power, I will sacrifice anything, even your life!"

"You're crazy!" Crouch yelled.

"You're crazy!"

"Am I crazy?" Crouch Jr. raised his voice uncontrollably, "We'll see! See who's crazy. The Dark Lord has returned, and none of you can escape."

The dementor had already walked in front of little Crouch, untied the veil on his head, revealing the big hole under the veil, and leaned over to get close to little Crouch. A white substance floated out of Crouch, turned into a stream of air, and was sucked into the dementor's mouth.

Dumbledore couldn't bear to turn his head away at this time - he has always opposed the cruel punishment of the Dementor's Kiss. ,

"Did that replacement idea that you and your wife planned back then be decided before you tried him? If you didn't care about him, why did you agree to the request of the house-elf that you didn't even pay attention to, and let him Going to the World Cup to show off?" Albert, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked loudly behind Mr. Crouch.

Crouch's back stiffened slightly, and he didn't turn his head. He focused on little Crouch. He didn't know whether it was because his soul had been sucked away or because he let go of his fist when he heard Albert's words at the last moment. above.

"Shut up, baby..." Unlike his usual angry tone, Mr. Crouch said in a melancholy and inaudible voice.

"Now it's your turn, Mr. Barty Crouch." Fudge turned his head to Crouch.

Mr. Barty Crouch's trial went well, and he made no protests against the charges read out by the judge, such as helping Crouch Jr. escape from prison.

When all the judges voted with a show of hands, Owen Harris voted against Crouch's accusation of colluding with a dark wizard. The officials belonging to Harris' faction also voted according to his wishes.

Fudge looked at Owen Harris in surprise. He didn't understand why Owen would be lenient at this time and didn't completely knock Crouch out of the dust.

"I'm also a good father, aren't I?" Owen Harris glanced at his eldest son Albert and explained to Fudge.

Fudge didn't care about this anymore, but was happy to see Owen Harris with such a soft heart.

In fact, the same is true for Mr. Owen Harris. As long as this once powerful man does not hinder the development of the power of their Harris family, he is also happy to let him go. Albert's attitude can be seen from Rauch's sentence. As a patriarch, he does not want his son to have such soft-hearted behavior, but as a father, he can understand and is willing to fulfill it.

When Mr. Crouch was taken away by the dementors, Albert helped him untie the chains on the chair, "I will use my personal salary to foster him in St. Mungo's Hospital until you get out of prison, please work hard Live." Albert whispered in Mr. Crouch's ear.

Crouch opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just nodded, straightened his hat, and followed the Aurors out.