Chapter 680 Cold-Blooded Crouch

On the trial seat, Crouch's complexion was more haggard and gray than before, and a vein on his temple was twitching.

"On behalf of the Wizengamot Special Tribunal, I pronounce that Sirius Black will be permanently imprisoned in the Azkaban Wizarding Prison for various crimes." Crouch said seriously, "Does anyone have any objections?"

There was silence, only Mr. Crouch's voice echoed in the silent dungeon,

Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

It was not fair or procedural that the Ministry of Magic had not tried Sirius.

But Sirius was really in a bad state at the time. After he thought he killed Peter Pettigrew, he entered a state of madness. He wanted to atone for Harry's parents and voluntarily confessed to many unwarranted crimes.

Aiwen was thinking that if he went to the detention room now, he might be able to see Sirius.

"The next thing..." Crouch looked around, as if there were a lot of dragons all of a sudden, "Bring it in!"

The door in the corner opened again, and six dementors escorted four people in.

Unlike the previous silence, many people turned to look at Mr. Crouch, and a few people were whispering.

The Dementor put the four of them into the four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon. One of the pudgy men stared blankly at Crouch; the other, a thinner man, seemed more nervous, looking straight at the auditorium look up.

A woman with thick black hair and long eyelashes looks as if she is sitting on a throne.

She was Bellatrix in her youth. She looked beautiful, but her expression revealed a hint of madness from time to time.

She seemed to look at the wizards on the trial seat with fear, without any fear.

The smile on the corner of his mouth obviously represented ridicule and contempt.

Besides that, there was a boy of seventeen or eighteen, who, unlike the three, looked utterly petrified, trembling, with straw-colored hair hanging over his face, and freckled skin as pale as a The paper was Barty Crouch Jr.

He looked like a student who just graduated from Hogwarts. If he didn't know that he was the most cunning and purest Death Eater, Ivan would have thought that he was a boy like the brother next door who unfortunately got involved in this in trial.

Ivan looked at Barty Crouch Jr., hoping to see something, but there was nothing.

No wonder he was able to gain Voldemort's trust. This acting skill and city government alone are not something ordinary people can have.

He probably thought his father would let him off the hook, as long as he acted as innocent as possible.

But little Barty was going to be disappointed, and Ivan noticed that Mr. Crouch didn't even look at him.

Crouch now probably hated his son to death. When the war ended and he was about to become the minister of the Ministry of Magic, this situation suddenly appeared. He estimated that he had to get rid of his relationship with Barty Jr. as soon as possible.

In this regard, Crouch's cold-blooded and cruel beyond imagination.

I have to say, this family is really scary...

This is a typical Slytherin, a typical family of pure-blood wizards who can give up everything for power.

But they will plot behind the scenes, such as secretly saving their son from Azkaban.

After seeing Little Barty, the slender witch next to Mr. Crouch started to shake back and forth, covered her mouth with a handkerchief and sobbed, looking very sad and sad, with all the expressions written on her face.

Crouch stood up directly, looking down at the four people, with extreme hatred on his face.

"You were brought before the Magical Law Committee and the Wizengamot Special Judgment Seat to await sentencing!" He spoke clearly, but his body couldn't help shaking, "Your crimes are so vile..."

"Father!" the straw-haired boy yelled, unable to hold back his tears. "Father, please..."

"An act of cruelty uncommon in the cases before this court." Mr. Crouch raised his voice over his son's. "We have heard the charges against you. The four of you kidnapped an Auror. Frank Kronbotton cast the Cruciatus Curse on him, trying to find out from him the whereabouts of your master, that mysterious man..."

"Father, I didn't!" screamed the boy tied to the chair, "I didn't, I swear, Father, I'm innocent, I just happened to be there, don't send me back to the dementors.. …”

"The accusation continues!" roared Mr. Crouch, his expression indifferent. "Frank Barton refused to provide information, and you used the Cruciatus Curse on his wife. You conspired to bring You-Know-Who back, and you wanted to restore what you had when he was powerful." That kind of violent life. Now I put a jury on four of them..."

"Mother!" the boy yelled, and the skinny witch next to Crouch sobbed and rocked back and forth, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do those things, it wasn't me!"

His mother cried harder and kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, but she didn't speak.

"Now I ask the jury to vote!" Mr. Crouch said loudly. "Anyone who agrees with me that these crimes should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, please raise your hand!"

The wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands in unison, and the audience around them applauded like they did during the Bagman trial, with cruel triumphant expressions on their faces.

Barty Crouch Jr. began screaming, which echoed throughout the courtroom.

"No! Mother, no! It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I don't know! Don't send me there, stop him!"

The dementor walked in slowly again, and the boy's three companions stood up from their chairs in silence.

Bellatrix looked up and shouted to Crouch, "The Dark Lord will come back, throw us into Azkaban, we wait! He will come back to save us, and he will reward us with a special reward! Only We are loyal! Only we manage to find him!"

But little Barty Crouch was trying to shake off the dementors, even though their icy pull was beginning to work on him.

The audience laughed, and some stood up.

"I am your son!" he shouted to Crouch, "Your son!"

"You are not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes suddenly protruding outwards, his expression ferocious.

Focusing on Barty Crouch Jr. for the first time, exclaiming, "I don't have a son!"

The thin witch gasped and collapsed on the stool.

She passed out, and Crouch didn't seem to notice.

"Take them away!" he snarled at the dementor, spitting, "Take them away, and let them rot there!"

"Father! Father, I didn't participate! Don't! Don't! Father, please!" Little Barty struggled.

But to no avail, he was mercilessly dragged down by the dementors.

Ivan stood up, pulled Harry and ran down, he wanted to see the scene before they were sent to Azkaban.

Not surprisingly, Sirius was there too. (To be continued..) u For more exciting novels, welcome to visit our Reading Academy