Hogwarts Everything is Three

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

Batty Crouch stood upright not far from the trial bench, still maintaining the dignity that belonged to a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. The magic robe on his body was smoothed by the owner. If you don’t look at Ai, who is fully guarded behind him Bert and the other two Aurors thought he was only here for a trial and not a subject.

There was a sound of footsteps. The door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and three people walked in—at least one was a human being held by two dementors.

The two dementors—the two tall monsters whose faces were covered by hoods—slowly walked towards the armchair in the middle of the room, their rotten dead hands clutching the middle man's arm. The man didn't seem to be affected much, his pale face didn't have a trace of expression, until he saw Mr. Crouch, who was standing not far from the trial bench, that there was a wave in his eyes.

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

The trial of Barty Crouch Jr. went smoothly but not smoothly. What went well was that he accepted all the charges read out by the judge. What was not smooth was that he barely said a word and did not explain any details of the planned activities.

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

"Dumbledore, please stop making such remarks. It will cause panic among the masses." Fudge lowered his voice.

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

"However, this will bring the magical world that has finally recovered its tranquility into turmoil again." Fudge's voice contained a trace of pleading.

"Fudge," Dumbledore's blue eyes looked directly at Fudge, as if he could see through his soul, "the truth can't be concealed, and your concealment will only cause the magic world to suffer more harm unsuspectingly."

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

"That's why we need to treat him," Dumbledore pointed to little Crouch, who was locked in a chair, "use dementia or veritaserum."

"Sorry, Dumbledore, we can't do this. You know, these two methods are easy to be deliberately tampered with by masters who are good at modifying memories, and cannot be used as evidence." Fudge stood up, and there was no more on that round face. The sleek smile tried hard to retract his shy belly, making himself appear more dignified, only the sweat oozing from his forehead showed the psychological pressure he was under at the moment.

"Now I call on the jury to vote," Owen Harris said loudly, "Those who think these crimes should be sentenced to Dementor Kiss, please raise your hands!"

After speaking, Mr. Owen Harris raised his hands by himself, and the wizards on the right side of the dungeon all raised their hands. The surrounding audience clapped desperately, with cruel expressions of victory on their faces. Their relatives and friends were more or less hurt in the final a few days ago.

"You rebellious son!" Watching two dementors walk towards the little Crouch who is tied to the chair in the middle, Crouch suddenly roared, his eyes suddenly protruding, "I told you to stay at home at ease!"

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

"How can I feel at home? He, my master, is much greater than you! He and I have a lot in common," Little Crouch cried frantically, "For example, we all have very disappointing fathers. ...Extremely disappointing. We all inherited our father's name in shame. In order to ensure the rise of the dark power, I can sacrifice everything, even your life!"

"You are crazy!" Crouch roared, "you are crazy!"

"I'm crazy?" Little Crouch raised his voice out of control. "Let's walk and see! See who is crazy. The Dark Lord has returned, and none of you can run away."

The dementor had already walked up to Little Crouch, untied the veil on his head, revealed the big hole under the veil, and leaned over to Little Crouch. The white substance floated from Little Crouch, turned into a stream of air and was sucked into the dementor's mouth.

Dumbledore turned his head unbearably at this moment-he had always opposed the cruel torture of the Dementor Kiss. ,

"Did you and your wife plan the replacement plan before you tried him? If you don’t care about him, why should you agree to the house-elf’s request that you don’t see him? Going to the World Cup?" Albert, who has been silent, suddenly asked loudly behind Mr. Crouch.

Crouch's back stiffened slightly, and he didn't turn his head. His attention was focused on little Crouch, not knowing whether it was because his soul had been sucked away or his fist was released because he heard Albert's words at the last moment. Above.

"Shut up, kid..." Unlike the usual angry tone, Mr. Crouch said in a melancholy, inaudible voice~www.ltnovel.com~ Now it's your turn, Mr. Barty Crouch. "Fudge turned his head to Crouch.

The trial of Mr. Batty Crouch went smoothly, and he did not raise any protests against the charges read by the judges, such as helping Little Crouch escape from prison.

When all the judges showed their hands to vote, Owen Harris disagreed with Crouch's charges of colluding with the dark wizard. The officials belonging to the Harris faction saw the situation and voted according to his wishes.

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

"I'm also a good father, am I?" Owen Harris glanced at his eldest son Albert's explanation to Fudge.

Fudge didn't care about it anymore, but was happy to see Owen Harris so soft-hearted.

In fact, the same is true for Mr. Owen Harris. For this once influential man, as long as he no longer hinders the development of their Harris family’s power, he is also happy to let him go, since Albert deliberately asked K. Rauch's sentence can be seen in Albert's attitude. As a patriarch, he does not want his son to have such softhearted behavior, but as a father, he can understand and is willing to fulfill it.

When Mr. Crouch was escorted away by the dementor, Albert helped him untie the chains tied to 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 said softly in Mr. Crouch's ear.

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