Vol 2 Chapter 673: The Trial of Karkaroff (2)

A genius remembers this site address in one second: (Vertex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Snape is a Death Eater, this news really surprised Harry.
No wonder Snape is so afraid of Moody, there is a reason for this, maybe he is still with the Dark Lord...
Harry didn't think it was good for him to think so, but Snape's usual image had already penetrated his mind.
The whole Hogwarts hates Harry. If Malfoy is not counted, it should be Snape, but Snape has actually helped him, and Dumbledore trusted Snape very much. Pu, otherwise, Dumbledore would not be able to fish Snape out of this trial...
Harry turned to look at Alasto Moody. He looked at Dumbledore's back with deep suspicion.
"Well, Karkaroff," Crouch said coldly, "you have already helped, and I will reconsider your case. You will go back to Azkaban now..." Mr. Crouch The voice drifted further and further.
Harry looked around. The dungeon was disappearing like smoke; everything was beginning to blur.
He could only see everything around his body resembling a black whirlpool...but soon, the dungeon appeared again. Harry found himself sitting in a different position than before; still in the tallest row.
But the man on his right became Mr. Crouch.
The atmosphere here is much more relaxed than before, even a little elated. Everyone was whispering, as if watching a sports event.
A witch in the middle row across the street caught Harry's attention. She has short blond hair and a fuchsia robe. You can't go wrong, she is the young Rita Skeeter.
Speaking of which, this woman was really bad enough, and Rita's ability to make things up made Harry blow up his lungs.
But she didn't look that bad when she was young, but, will the beetle she became obese now?
Where did Harry Scallion Hermione see it, in the bottle that Fanlin also used magic to cure, and then let Hermione use the book to press it at the bottom...
However, is Hermione still kind, even though it is said to be imprisoned by magic, Rita can't change it back, but Hermione still takes Rita out every day...
Is this a slip beetle?
Harry looked around again. Dumbledore was sitting next to him again, but wearing a different robe.
Mr. Crouch looks more haggard and thinner and stricter...
Harry got it. This is a different memory, a different day... a different interrogation.
The door in the corner opened, and Neutrogena Bagmun walked in.
This is not like the Neutrogena in reality. He still has the figure of a Quidditch player. His nose hadn't been squashed yet, he stood up tall and thin but very strong.
Seeing this, Fanlin knew it in his heart. Bagmon's betrayal was not accidental. He was willing to do anything to survive.
However, this had to make Fanlin sigh, he had never observed those past events so intuitively.
Serious Dumbledore, Moody is not disabled yet...
What happened to Fudge at this time, the Ministry of Magic was still dominated by Crouch, but... Fanlin could almost imagine the next thing, the kid?
This was almost when the contradiction was at its worst, and the whole family was destroyed at once.
Fanlin stared quietly at the meditation basin, Harry was already seated, right next to Crouch.
"Interesting memory."
Neutrogena Bagmom sat down on the chair with chains, looking nervous.
But the chair did not tie him up like Karkaroff. Bagmon seemed to feel this too, and relaxed.
He scanned the audience with his eyes, waved to two of them, and smiled barely.
"Neutrogen Bagmon, you were brought to the Supreme Court of the Wizarding World to defend your charge. According to Wizengamot's evidence, you are accused of having a relationship with Dess. Aites."
Crouch said, "We have heard about the evidence against you, and we are now ready to announce our verdict. Will you add anything to your testimony before then?"
Harry couldn't believe his ears. Neutrogena Bagmon is also a corpse eater?
"Just a little bit." Neutrogena said with a smirk. "Uh, I think I used to be a bit of a fool—"
One or two audience members burst out laughing. But Mr. Crouch didn't have this sense of humor. He stared at Neutros with the most severe and disgusting expression. Bagmon.
"He has never said anything more true than that, this kid," someone said dryly to Dumbledore.
Harry saw that Moody was sitting there again: "If I hadn't known that he was always so stupid, I would have thought that those Quidditch had brainwashed him..."
"Neutre. Bagmont, you were caught while sending information to the followers of Lord Voldemort. So, I suggest that he be sentenced to not less than—"
But at this time an angry roar erupted from the surrounding auditorium. Several witches and wizards stood up and shook their heads at Mr. Crouch, some even waved their fists.
"But I have told you, I don't know!" Bagmon sincerely called to the roaring audience, his round blue eyes widened. "I don't know at all! Old Rockwood is a friend of my dad's... I never dreamed that he and'that man' were in the same group! I thought I was just gathering information for us! And Luo Koud keeps talking about getting me a job in the Ministry...Once my Quidditch career is over, you know...I mean, I can't keep getting trampled under my feet, can I?"
It seems that the identity of the Quidditch player who came to Bagmon helped him too much. Strictly speaking, Bagmon was considered a celebrity at the time, and his humorous words always made people like him.
but……
Fanlin turned his gaze to Crouch. The result from Crouch was not like this. All the people involved should be locked into Azkaban.
Strictly speaking, Bagmon was just an unsuspecting person, he lacked some vision and luck.
The audience burst into laughter.
"Then we will vote." Mr. Crouch said coldly. Then turned to the right side of the dungeon and said: "The jury will be happy to raise their hands... in favor of imprisonment..."
Harry looked at the right hand side of the dungeon.
No one raised their hands, and many people in the audience began to applaud. A witch stood up on the jury. "What's the matter?" Klaus growled angrily. "We just want to congratulate Mr. Bagmon for his excellent performance in the Quidditch match last Saturday against England and Turkey."
She finished speaking in one breath.
Mr. Crouch was furious. There was thunderous applause in the dungeon.
Bagmon stood up and bowed to everyone, smiling.
"Despicable, nasty," Mr. Crouch said loudly to Dumbledore as Bagmont had already walked out of the dungeon. He still said angrily, "Rockwood did give him a job... Neutrogena. The day Bagmont joins us will be a miserable day for the Ministry of Magic..."
At this time the dungeon disappeared again. This memory is really long...
Fanlin rubbed his temples, the most important section should be coming soon, the section of Little Butty Crouch, maybe he should be more detailed.
When the picture appeared again, Harry found himself and Dumbledore still sitting next to Mr. Crouch, but the atmosphere was very different. It was strangely quiet here, only a fragile slender witch sitting next to Mr. Crouch was sobbing.
Suddenly, Harry found a figure beside him.
"Fanlin, where have you been before?"
"Above." Fanlin also pointed to the ceiling.
"You never come in?"
"No, I've been observing here all the time. This should be the third memory. Igor Karkaroff, a cowardly Death Eater, Neutrogena Bagmon, a fickle kept in the dark, At last……"
"The last thing? And, do you know, Professor Snape..."
"I know, Harry, but you only need to remember one thing, Dumbledore believes him." Fanlin said, "Let's keep looking, this is the most critical paragraph."
Harry nodded, and cast his gaze back again.
The witch next to Crouch seemed terrible. Shaking hands clutched a handkerchief and covered his mouth.
Harry looked up at Crouch, he seemed to be more haggard, his face was paler than before, and there was a rib in his temples that kept jumping.
"Bring them in," he said, his voice echoing in the silent dungeon.
The door in the corner opened again. This time six dementors escorted a group of four people in.
Harry saw someone in the crowd looking up at Mr. Crouch, and some were whispering.
The Dementor put them on four chained chairs. Among the four, a short man looked at Klaus blankly, and another man who was thinner than him and looked more nervous, looked around at the crowd. A woman sits on a chair as if it is a throne; she has thick, black hair with thick eyelids like a lid.
"This is Bella! Bellatrix Lestrange!" Fanlin said, he can only recognize such a person, but the identity of this person is very important, and he is still for Voldemort. A child was born.
"Who is that?"
"Sirius's cousin, a member of the Black family." Fanlin said, "In fact, except for Sirius, the entire Black family is a loyal supporter of Voldemort."
Harry felt that his brain wasn't enough. "So, they are all Death Eaters?"
Harry pointed to the four people.
"Yes, that's all, and it's much crazier than Karkaroff." Fanlin said.
Next to Bella was a ten-year-old boy. He didn't look so stiff but he had a hairy hair. His hair like grass fell on his face, and his milky white skin had a few freckles.
As soon as he saw him, the thin witch next to Mr. Crouch began to fidget, crying with her handkerchief over her face. Crouch stood up. He looked down at the four people in front of him, with pure hatred on his face.
"You have been brought to the Wizarding World Court," he said clearly, "accepting your sentence for your heinous criminal act—"
"Dad," said the boy with messy hair, "Dad...please..."
"—We have never heard of such a horrible act," Mr. Crouch raised his voice and muffled his son's voice.
"We have heard the testimony of others. The four of you have been accused of having captured an Auror-Frankon Patton-and cast the Crushertes charm on him because you suspect that he knows what you don't know. Where is the master who was exiled to now—"
"That's Neville's father, and the Longbottoms were tortured crazy by Bella with a heartbreaking curse." Fanlin explained.
Harry stared at the venue blankly. He thought of Neville, the cowardly boy, and now his murderer of his parents is here, and Mr. Crouch's son...
Mr. Crouch's...son...
"Dad, I didn't!" The boy was shaking in the chain. "I didn't, I swear, Dad, don't throw me at the dementor—"
"You are still being accused," Mr. Crouch yelled, "Franklin Barton's wife was cast on the Crushertes curse. Because he doesn't tell you what you want to know. You also plan to let him —'That person' — regain strength. I now ask the jury—"
"Mom!" screamed the boy below, and the woman sitting next to Crouch was even more disturbed, sobbing loudly. The boy shouted: "Mom, stop him, Mom, I didn't do it, it's not me!"
"I want a jury now," Mr. Crouch yelled, "raise your hand, if they believe like me, these prisoners should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban."
In unison, the witches and wizards on the right hand side of the dungeon raised their hands. There was thunderous applause from the audience, and their faces were full of contentment.
The boy started screaming, "No! Mom! No! I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I don't know! Don't let him send me there!" The dementor came in. The other three people stood up quietly from their seats.
The one named Bellatrix Lestrange looked up at Crouch and shouted: "The Duke of Darkness will surely make a comeback, Crouch! Lock us in Azkeban, we wait! He! He will come to save us again. He will praise us more heavily than others, because only we are the most faithful! Only we are going to find him!"
But the boy was still struggling to get the Dementors to let him go, although Harry could see that their ruthlessness and mighty power began to restrain him.
People laughed at them, some even stood up.
Bellatrix Lestrange was out, and the boy was still struggling.
"I am your son!" he yelled at Crouch, "I am your son!"
"You are not my son!" Mr. Crouch yelled, his eyes wide open. "I don't have a son!"
The thin witch gasped and fell heavily on the seat. She passed out.
But Mr. Crouch didn't seem to see it. "Take them away!" Crouch growled at Monte, spitting wildly. "Take them away and let them rotten there!"
"Dad, Dad, it's none of my business! No! No! Dad, please!"
The boy's voice grew farther and farther away, and Harry was astonished as he kept moving his eyes between Mr. Crouch and the door.
If possible, Harry would rather believe that this is not true. Fanlin said before that memories can be read and modified...
"No accident, this should be Karkaroff's condition." Fanlin said, "The condition used to escape Azkaban, but it shouldn't be Crouch's presidency."
Fanlin cast his gaze to Crouch's right hand.
Soon, he found some familiar figures there, such as Connelly Fudge and the old toad in Umbridge.
It is conceivable that they are more willing to see Crouch step down than anyone else. If Crouch still maintains such a momentum, then the position of Minister of Magic will be no problem at all.
This is not in Fudge's interests.
But as the condition for Karkaroff's release from prison, Barty Crouch Jr. naturally made Fudge extremely satisfied.
However, Crouch was really too cruel.
Crouch's high pressure has never been relaxed, whether from work or from family.
He was a little pitiful, his child died, so he naturally asked him to use things to buy it.
With his wife’s life and the position of the Minister of Magic~EbookFREE.me~ But now, this has caused even greater resentment. The one Batty Crouch Jr wants to kill most is Batty Crouch. .
This is a bad cycle.
"In the end he died, right?" Harry asked, "Sirius told me, that kid...I didn't want to believe it at first, but..."
"It's very impactful, right." Fanlin smiled. "Crouch's cruelty is far beyond your imagination, Harry."
"It's really cruel." Harry thought of the things Sirius had said to him, and Mr. Crouch's son eventually died in Azkaban.
But what does this mean?
These memories.
"Perhaps some of these people have already escaped. It's not necessarily true," Fanlin said.
"Absconding? Animagus?"
"I don't know." Fanlin said, "However, if you want to get out of Azkaban, this is not necessarily the only way."
"What else?"
"Only the dead can escape the dementor's search, Harry." Fanlin said suddenly, "But..."
"Dead? It's impossible..." Harry shook his head, "Death caused by a dementor the soul away, I've seen it."
Fanlin is not talking, just watching the chaos here. This is obviously Wizengamo, the highest court of the Ministry of Magic, but at this moment, under the celebration action of Fudge, it is like a loud voice Corner alley.
Moody didn't know what he was talking to Dumbledore, but it seemed that Moody was in a good mood.
The powerful Death Eaters have all been arrested, and the age of Voldemort has truly passed. This is indeed a thing to celebrate, even Dumbledore seemed a little relaxed.
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