The Ministry of Magic, in that bleak and gloomy room with no portraits or decorations on the walls, rows of benches filled with wizards, at the front of which were newspaper and magazine reporters.

Barty Crouch stood straight from the judgment seat, still maintaining the dignity of the high-ranking officials of the Ministry of Magic, the magic robe on his body was smoothed by his master, and if he didn't look at Albert and the other two Aurors who were on guard behind him, he thought that he was only here to participate in a trial and not to be judged.

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

The two Dementors—the two tall monsters with hooded faces covered—slowly walked toward the armchair in the center of the room, their rotting dead hands gripping the arm of the man in the middle. The man didn't seem to be too affected, and there was no expression on his pale face until he saw Mr. Crouch standing not far from the judgment seat, and his eyes fluctuated.

As the Dementor approached, the people around him seemed a little timid, and the Dementor placed the man on a chained chair and slowly walked out of the room, the door shut.

The trial of Barty Crouch Jr. was both smooth and unsmooth, with him accepting all the indictments read out by the judges, and not saying a word and not giving any details of the planned event.

"I'd suggest taking a Templar from him or using a Truth Elixir so we can get more information about the Mystery Person's return and their Death Eaters. Dumbledore stood up, a rare seriousness in his old voice.

"Dumbledore, please don't make any more remarks like this, it will cause panic among the crowd. Fudge lowered his voice.

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

"However, this will plunge the magical world, which has finally regained its tranquility, into turmoil again. There was a hint of pleading in Fudge's voice.

"Fudge," Dumbledore's blue eyes looked straight at Fudge, as if he could see through his soul, "the truth cannot be hidden, and your concealment will only cause the wizarding world to suffer more damage if they are unsuspected." ”

"Dumbledore, who can prove that what you say is true? Fudge gritted his teeth, a veil stretching across his forehead.

"That's why we need to treat him," Dumbledore pointed to little Crouch locked in his chair, "with a dementor or a truth potion." ”

"I'm sorry, Dumbledore, we can't do this. You know, both of these methods are easy to be deliberately tampered with by experts and cannot be used as evidence. Fudge stood up, no longer sleek on his round face, and tried to retract his shy belly to make himself look more majestic, only the beads of sweat oozing from his forehead indicated the psychological pressure he was under at the moment.

"Now I call for a jury vote," said Owen Harris aloud, "and those who think these crimes deserve a deserve a Dementor kiss, please raise your hand!"

With that, Mr. Owen Harris himself raised his hand, and the wizards on the right side of the dungeon raised their hands in unison. The crowd around them applauded desperately, with brutal expressions of victory on their faces, their relatives and friends who had been more or less hurt in the final the other day.

"You rebel!" Watching the two Dementors walk towards little Crouch tied to a chair in the middle, Crouch suddenly roared, his eyes suddenly bulging outward, "I told you to stay at home in peace!"

Under the judgment seat, 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 be at home at ease, he, my master, is so much greater than you! He has much in common with me," cried little Crouch frantically, "for example, we both have very disappointing fathers...... Extremely disappointing. We have all inherited our father's name in shame, and I can sacrifice anything, even your life, to ensure the rise of the Dark Devils!"

"You're crazy!" Crouch roared, "You're crazy!"

"Am I crazy?" Crouch Jr. raised his voice uncontrollably, "we'll see! The Dark Lord has returned, and none of you can escape. ”

The Dementor had already walked up to Crouch Jr., untied the scarf from his head, revealing a large hole under the scarf, and leaned over to Crouch Jr. The white substance floated out of Crouch Jr. and was sucked into the Dementor's mouth as a stream of air.

Professor Dumbledore couldn't bear to turn his head around.

"Did you and your wife make up your mind before you tried him?, and if you didn't care about him, why did you accede to the request of the house-elf whom you didn't even look at, to let him go to the World Cup?" asked Albert, who had been silent, suddenly and deliberately aloud behind Mr. Crouch.

Crouch's back stiffened slightly, and he didn't look back, his attention was all on the fist that little Crouch didn't know if it had been completely sucked out of his soul or because he had let go of Albert's words at the last moment.

"Shut up, child......" said Mr. Crouch in a melancholy, inaudible voice, unlike his usual angry tone.

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

The trial of Mr. Barty Crouch proceeded smoothly and he did not protest the charges read out by the judges, such as aiding Crouch Jr. to escape from prison.

When all the judges showed their hands to vote, Owen Harris disagreed with the charge of Crouch's collusion with the Dark Wizard by a show of hands, and the officials belonging to Harris's faction also voted by a show of hands as he wished.

Fudge glanced at Owen Harris in surprise, he didn't understand why Owen would show mercy at this time and not completely knock Crouch into the dust.

"I'm a good father, aren't I?" Owen Harris explained to Fudge.

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

In fact, the same is true of Mr. Owen Harris, for this once powerful man, as long as it no longer hinders the development of their Harris family's power, he is also happy to let him go, from the sentence that Albert deliberately asked Crouch loudly just now, Albert's attitude can be seen, as a father, he can understand, and he is willing to fulfill.

When Mr. Crouch is escorted away by the Dementors, Albert unties him from the chains tied to his chair, "I will use my personal salary to foster him in St. Mungo's Hospital until you are released from prison, please try to live." Albert whispered in Mr. Crouch's ear.

Crouch opened his mouth to say something, but eventually just nodded, straightened his hat, and walked out with the Aurors. (https:)

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