Chapter 701 Pencil
After lunch with his family at the Ministry of Magic, Alan Apparated home and donned the uniform of the Wizengamot—a fuchsia robe with a delicate silver W embroidered on the left breast. Although this is the first time Allen has participated in a trial in this capacity, he is no stranger to trials.
When returning to the Ministry of Magic and pushing open the door of the courtroom, Alan and more than 20 members of the Wizengamot filed in. After all, this is not a big trial, and there is no need to use the full staff of nearly fifty people. Albus Dumbledore, who has been restored as the chief magician of the Wizengamot, did not come to participate in this trial.
Len Harris, as the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, has already sat in the middle of a row of benches in front of the trial seat, and he will preside over the trial.
The Aurors brought seven prisoners into the courtroom, including Barty Crouch. He was not chained, but there were always two Aurors following him.
The prisoners will sit on the chairs in the middle of the courtroom one by one, and accept the trial of the members of the Wizengamot. In fact, the heinous prisoners recaptured by Aurors are still being held in the temporary prison of the Ministry of Magic, and these fugitives who voluntarily surrendered are the first to be tried——Percy Ignatius Weasley arrived Sitting aside as the trial recorder again, he looked at the old boss among the prisoners with a complicated expression.
Lun glanced at Albert who came to observe the trial, and he asked the Aurors to bring Barty Crouch up for questioning.
"In that case, I had no choice but to leave Azkaban, because the dementors rebelled, and all the prisoners escaped, and they even helped the Death Eaters escape... and the Mysterious Man and his gang were right I hate it to the bone, and I got them in many of them... So after returning to the UK with the mutual help of several other prisoners, we chose to surrender to the Ministry of Magic..." Barty Crowe Qi looked gloomy and haggard, and made the final statement for himself in a low tone, and then fell silent, waiting for the final verdict—Albert Harris had already informed him that his son Barty Ke Jr. Rauch's body was still well kept in St. Mungo's Hospital, which was also his spiritual sustenance for his persistence in Azkaban to keep himself alive.
As Crouch Sr.'s arguments came out, there was a murmur among members of the Wizengamot about the need to keep the prisoners in custody to serve the remainder of their sentences, which sparked a debate that the Remaining incarcerated and early released were about equal numbers, and more members of the Wizengamot were not vocal about their thoughts.
"I don't think Mr. Barty Crouch should have been punished for the crime he committed in the first place." Sitting not far from the Wizengamot member area where Allen belonged, he was wearing a black robe belonging to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement In the area, a witch with a wide figure, square jaw, gray hair cut short, wearing a monocle, and a formidable expression on her face spoke loudly, and squinted from time to time after speaking. He looked at the Harris present.
The woman, who appeared to be in her forties or fifties, was Amelia Susan Burns, the aunt of Susan Burns, a Hufflepuff student in Ellen's class, whom Tonks often referred to as Milia is a fair and honest person. If it weren't for Harris' rise, Lun's position would still be hers.
The whispers gradually subsided, and Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Lun, gestured to the members of the Wizengamot, and then said in a loud voice: "Those who agree to release Barty Crouch early, please raise your hands. "
Amelia Bones immediately raised her hand, and then she realized that Alan on the Wizengamot seat next to him also raised his hand immediately, and apparently driven by the other party, many people who hadn't The members of the Wizengamot who voted and the colleagues of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement around her also raised their hands after taking a look at Alan's actions. More than half of the people had raised their hands—this made the witch, who had always had a majestic expression, look softer at Allen.
With Barty? As the Auror walked out of the courtroom, only the third bald-headed wizard who didn't even have eyebrows was sentenced to continue to be imprisoned because of a mischievous prank that caused the death of many Muggles, but he also received a considerable commutation of his sentence.
When the trial was over, Allen and the members of the Wizengamot politely introduced their identities to each other and walked out of the courtroom. He found that Barty Crouch, who had just been acquitted, was standing a few steps away from the door with his elder brother Albert. Talking from afar.
"Mr. Crouch, he is now at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. The doctors and nurses are taking good care of him." Albert's voice came into Alan's ears.
"If it weren't for your help to keep his body alive...I can hardly imagine that I would have the motivation to keep myself alive in Azkaban..." Mr. Crouch's deep voice was somewhat bitter, from hot to human Let the tea cool down, there are many guests in the heyday, and no one cares about it in the downturn. No one from my relatives and friends at the time would come forward to help take care of my son who is a Death Eater. place him...
Albert scratched his head, and it was Allen who came forward, "Mr. Crouch, congratulations on your freedom."
Hearing Allen's voice, Barty Crouch turned his face and saw that it was Allen. He responded somewhat mechanically: "Thank you, Mr. Allen Harris."
"Mr. Crouch, Albert, you talk, please allow me to go first." Seeing the other party's reaction, Alan didn't plan to talk for a long time, so he left.
Albert waved his hand to bid farewell to his little brother, but then stopped him: "Alan, I have often met the Malfoy family in the hospital recently. I heard from the therapist that his grandfather Abraxas? Malfoy is dying, you Isn't the relationship with Draco good, do you want to go and see?"
"Oh? I will contact Lucius and Draco." Allen also waved goodbye to his elder brother.
That night, the Malfoy family’s small manor in Wales where many peacocks were raised, the light in the luxuriously decorated hall was not bright, the luxurious classical patterned carpet almost covered the entire floor, and in the middle of the hall was a wooden table. There was a long elegant table, and on both sides of the long table were full of wizards wearing black hoods.
"Weak and incompetent, almost all of your recent actions in the wizarding world have ended in failure." A high-pitched, clear voice echoed in the hall.
There was silence, no one dared to make a sound under such fury.
"Travers, I noticed that none of your actions were successful, huh?" The leader tapped the table lightly. He was hairless and snake-like, with two slender nostrils and a pair of shining eyes. Bright red eyes with vertical pupils. His complexion was very pale and seemed to emit a pearly light.
"Master, please forgive me... The Ministry of Magic has been prepared for a long time. There are Aurors everywhere. They have arranged manpower to patrol every time. It is difficult for us to find suitable opportunities." There was a neatly combed gray ponytail hairstyle The wizard responded to his master with a trembling voice, even though he had tried his best to shrink his body before, trying to make the person at the head ignore his existence, "We just need to launch an attack...they will be in a short time The Ministry of Magic issued the communication badge sponsored by the Harris family to the wizards. As long as the wizards notified the Ministry of Magic, the Aurors would apparate and come. We lost a lot of money when we couldn’t escape. Less manpower."
"It's all prevarication, Travers..." Voldemort's grim voice silenced the long table, "What about those two bastards who were killed by a Mudblood? The rest of your men were killed by a Mudblood." Did the Mudblood run away in fright?!"
Travers prostrated himself on the ground before daring to respond: "Forgive me! Forgive my master! We were in other places at the time, and Trasov and Vigo were just on a mission. They killed a bird while waiting. The dog avoided its barking to disturb others, and that Mudblood came out of nowhere and killed them for this matter... I have already dealt with the escaped Gregory, please forgive my master..."
Hearing this, Voldemort could no longer hold back and cast a Cruciatus Curse with the wand in his hand, making Travers unable to scream and writhing on the ground, Voldemort even burst into a roar: "That mudblood killed you!" People! Killed two wizards! Just used a pencil! Use a fucking pencil!"