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The atmosphere in the Wizengamot Courtroom of the Ministry of Magic is solemn and solemn.

There are no decorations or pictures on the walls of this hall, making it look bleak and gloomy.

The wizards sat in dense rows of benches, all focused on the trial seat.

In the front row were reporters from major newspapers and magazines, their automatic quills ready to record every detail of the trial.

Old Barty Crouch stood not far from the trial seat, his figure still upright and maintaining the dignity of a senior official of the Ministry of Magic. The originally wrinkled magic robe was deliberately smoothed, showing his usual neatness and dignity.

If one were not aware of Tonks and the other two Aurors who were on full alert behind him, people might mistakenly think that he was just attending an ordinary trial, rather than being the subject of a trial.

Suddenly, a burst of heavy footsteps broke the silence in the room.

The door at the corner of the dungeon slowly opened, and three people walked in - at least one of them was human, being held hostage by two dementors.

The two dementors - the two tall monsters with their faces hidden by hoods - had their rotting, dead hands clutching the arm of the middle man.

The man didn't seem to be greatly affected. His face was pale and dull, without any expression.

However, when his eyes fell on Mr. Crouch who was standing not far from the trial seat, there was a flash of fluctuation in his eyes.

As the dementors approached, everyone around them seemed a little timid.

Dementor 737 placed the man on the chained chair and slowly floated out of the room, the door slamming shut behind them.

The trial of Barty Crouch Jr. went well and badly.

The good thing was that he calmly accepted all the charges read out by the judge without raising any objections; the bad thing was that he almost said nothing and remained silent about any details of the planned activities.

His attitude made the judges and observers feel helpless and frustrated because it meant that they might not be able to understand the full picture and truth of the incident.

"I think we should use Legilimency or Veritaserum on him, so we might be able to reveal whether You-Know-Who is really back, and more of the secrets of the Death Eaters."Dumbledore stood up slowly, and his old voice became rarely serious.

Fudge's face changed, and he lowered his voice and retorted:"Dumbledore, I have said it before, I hope you will not make such comments again. remarks, which will cause panic in the magic world"

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

"But, Dumbledore, this will plunge the magical world that has just regained its tranquility into turmoil again."There was a hint of pleading in Fudge's voice.

"Fudge," Dumbledore's blue eyes looked directly at Fudge, as if he could see through his heart,"The truth cannot be concealed, and your concealment will only cause greater harm to the wizarding world when it is defenseless. Fudge gritted his teeth and the veins on his forehead popped out:"Dumbledore, who can prove that what you said is true?" you have no evidence"

"That's why we need to use [Legilimency] or Veritaserum on him."Dumbledore pointed to Crouch Jr. who was chained to the chair.

"Sorry, Dumbledore, we can't do this. 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 there was no longer a smooth smile on his chubby face.

He tried hard to shrink his belly and make himself look more majestic.

However, the beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his heart. , the tremendous psychological pressure he was under at the moment.

Dumbledore did not give up, he took a deep look at Fudge:"Fudge, I know what you are worried about. But we must face the truth, not run away from it. Only in this way can we better protect the wizarding world."

However, their conversation was interrupted by Jaina.

Compared to Fudge, the Deputy Director of the Legal Enforcement Division was much more decisive.

"Now, I ask the jury to vote," Jaina Proudmoore's voice echoed in the silent dungeon,"those who believe that these crimes deserve the Dementor's Kiss, please raise your hands!"

After saying that, Ms. Proudmoore raised her hand resolutely.

On the right side of the dungeon, the wizards raised their hands in unison as if they had been trained in advance. The surrounding audience immediately burst into enthusiastic cheers for them. Applause, their faces were filled with cruel expressions of victory. Their relatives and friends had been hurt more or less in the finals a few days ago. At this moment, they were eager to see justice done. Seeing this scene,

Dumbledore I had no choice but to sigh and stop entangled with Fudge.

"You traitor!"Looking at the two dementors walking towards Crouch, who was tied to the chair in the middle, Crouch (daag) suddenly roared.

His eyes widened, as if they were about to pop out of his sockets:"I I told you a long time ago, stay at home!"

Little Crouch under the trial seat had always been expressionless, as if the Dementor's Kiss was just a breakfast for him, but after hearing his father's words, his fists clenched and a flash of light flashed in his eyes. crazy light

"How could I possibly stay at home with peace of mind?"He shouted hysterically,"He, my master, is much greater than you! He and I have a lot in common. We all had fathers who were very disappointing... extremely disappointing. We all inherited our father's name in disgrace. In order to ensure the rise of the Dark Lord's power, I will sacrifice anything, even your life!"

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

"I'm mad?"Little Crouch raised his voice uncontrollably, and his voice echoed in the dungeon,"We'll see! Look who's crazy. The Dark Lord has returned, and none of you can escape!"

The Dementors have already walked in front of Little Crouch. They untied the scarves on their heads, revealing a large hole under the scarf. The hole seemed to be a bottomless abyss, exuding the breath of death. The

Dementors leaned over He leaned towards Crouch Jr., and the white substance floated out of Crouch Jr., turned into airflow and was sucked into the Dementor's mouth.

Dumbledore couldn't bear to turn his head at this time - he had always opposed the dementors' behavior. Kissing is a cruel punishment

"Mr. Crouch, was the idea that you and your wife planned to replace him with yourselves decided before you tried him? Tonks

, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked Mr. Crouch,"If you don't care about him, why did you agree to let him go to the World Cup?" Leading to his eventual escape?"

Crouch's back stiffened slightly, and he did not look back. His attention was entirely on Crouch Jr.

Crouch Jr.'s hand, whether out of anger or unwillingness, was always clenched tightly.

But I don't know if it was because all his souls had been sucked away, or because he heard Tonks' words at the last moment, but the hand had quietly let go.

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

The trial of Mr. Barty Crouch went extremely smoothly. He made no protest against the charges read out by the judge, such as helping Crouch Jr. escape from prison.

His silence It seemed that she was acquiescing to all the accusations.

When all the judges were voting with a show of hands, an accident happened.

It was obviously Gianna who sent Crouch to the trial, but when it came time to vote on the charge of Crouch colluding with the dark wizard, she She actually voted disapproval.

Seeing this, officials from the same faction as her also raised their hands to vote as she wanted.

Fudge looked at Jaina Proudmoore in surprise.

He didn't understand why Jaina would be merciful at this time. Crouch was not completely knocked down to the eighteenth level of hell.

"He's a good father, isn't he?"Jaina Proudmoore rarely showed a sentimental expression.

As a female politician, she would only show the weak side of women in this situation.

Fudge didn't care about this anymore, he was happy with it. Seeing that Jaina Proudmoore has such a soft heart.

Whether as a political opponent or a colleague, he thinks that it is better for Jaina to be weak than cold-blooded. (To read Baoshuang novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)