On the judgment seat, Crouch's face was more haggard and gray than before, and a green tendon twitched in his temple. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"On behalf of the Wizengamot Special Bench, I pronounce that Sirius Black will be imprisoned forever in Azkaban Wizard Prison for all his crimes. Crouch said solemnly, "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 didn't say anything.

The Ministry of Magic did not put Sirius on trial, which was unfair and not in accordance with the procedure.

However, Sirius was in a bad state at the time, and after thinking that he had killed Peter Pettigrew, he went into a state of madness, wanting to atone for the sins of Harry's parents, and voluntarily confessed to many trumped-up crimes.

Evan was thinking that if he went to the cell now, he might see Sirius.

"Next ......" Crouch looked around, and seemed to have a lot of dragons all at once, "Bring it in!"

The door in the corner of the room opened again, and six Dementors walked in with four men.

In contrast to the silence that had preceded them, many turned to look at Mr. Crouch, and several were talking to each other.

The Dementors placed four men into four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon, one of the stocky men staring blankly at Crouch, and the thinner one looking more nervous, his eyes glancing straight into the audience.

A woman with thick black hair and long eyelashes, looking at her look as if she was sitting on a throne.

She is Bellatrix in her youth, she looks very beautiful, but her expression reveals a hint of madness from time to time.

She seemed to look at the wizards on the judgment seat with fear, and she didn't look scared at all.

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

There was also a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, who, unlike the three, looked completely stunned, trembling, with straw-colored hair scattered over his face, and freckle-pale skin on his face, was Barty Crouch Jr.

He looked like a recent Hogwarts graduate, and if he hadn't known that he was the most cunning and pure Death Eater, Evan would have thought that he was a boy like his brother next door, and that he was unfortunately involved in this trial.

Evan looked at Barty Crouch Jr., hoping to see something, but nothing.

No wonder he was able to gain Voldemort's trust, just this acting skills and the city government are not something ordinary people can have.

He probably thought that his father would be open to him, as long as he tried to be as innocent as possible.

But Barty Jr. was about to be disappointed, and Evan noticed that Mr. Crouch didn't even look at him.

Crouch is now expected to hate his son to death, and when the war ended and he was about to become Minister of Magic, this situation suddenly appeared, and he estimated that he would have to get rid of his relationship with Barty Jr. as soon as possible.

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

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

This is the typical Slytherin, the typical pure-blood wizard family, who can give up everything for power.

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

At the sight of little Barty, the delicate witch next to Mr. Crouch began to shake back and forth, covering her mouth with a handkerchief and sobbing, looking very sad and sad, and writing all her expressions on her face.

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

"You've been brought before the Magical Law Council and the Wizengamot Special Bench to be sentenced!" he said clearly, but his body shook uncontrollably, "Your crimes are so heinous......

"Father!" cried out the straw-haired boy and couldn't help crying "Father, please ......"

"This is a rare act of cruelty in the cases before this Tribunal. Mr. Crouch raised his voice, drowning out his son's voice, "We have heard the accusations against you, and the four of you have kidnapped an Auror, Frank Longbottom, and cast a Soul Curse on him, trying to find out from him the whereabouts of your master, the mysterious man......"

"Father, I didn't!" screamed the boy tied to the chair, "I didn't, I swear, father, I was innocent, I just happened to be there, don't send me back to the Dementors......"

"And the accusation goes!" roared Mr. Crouch, with a grim expression, "and you have used the Diamond Curse on his wife when Frank Longbottom refuses to provide information. Your plot is to resurrect the mysterious man and restore the violent life you lived during his reign. Now I ask the jury to ...... four of them"

"Mother!" the boy shouted, and the skinny witch next to Crouch sobbed and swayed back and forth, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do that, not me!"

His mother cried even more, wiping her tears with a handkerchief, but she did not speak.

"Now I call the jury to vote!" said Mr. Crouch, "and if you think these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban, raise your hand!"

The wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands in unison, and the surrounding audience applauded as they did at the trial of Bagman, with a brutal expression of triumph on their faces.

Barty Crouch Jr. began screaming and echoing through the courtroom.

"No, Mother, no! I didn't do it, I didn't know! Don't send me there, stop him!"

The Dementor slowly walked in again, and the boy's three companions silently rose from their chairs.

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

But Barty Crouch Jr. struggled to get rid of the Dementors, even though their cold suction was starting to work on him.

The audience laughed, and some stood up.

"I'm your son!" he shouted to Crouch, "your son!"

"You're not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes suddenly bulging outward, his expression hideous.

For the first time, he focused on Barty Crouch Jr. and shouted, "I don't have a son!"

The skinny witch gasped and collapsed on the stool.

She fainted, and Crouch didn't seem to see it.

"Take them away!" he roared at the Dementors, spat at the stars, "take them away, let them rot there!"

"Father, father, I didn't attend! don't! Don't! Father, please!" little Barty struggled.

But to no avail, he was ruthlessly dragged down by the Dementors.

Evan stood up and ran with Harry in his arms, wanting to see what they had seen before they were taken to Azkaban.

Not surprisingly, Sirius was there too.