William appears in a special room.

The room was dimly lit, with no windows around it, only torches stuck in the wall brackets.

Rows of wizards sat on stepped benches around them, with an empty chair in the center of the room with chains wrapped around the armrests.

Next to him, two Dumbledore professors sat side by side.

One of them, Dumbledore, didn't move, didn't speak, but stared at the far corner of the room, where there was a door.

Another person noticed William, who turned his head slightly, and soon caught another glimpse of Harry who had suddenly appeared.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at William inquiringly.

"Harry's scar suddenly hurts." William followed the door.

It was clearly a Ministry of Magic trial, and the memories came from Dumbledore himself.

Speaking of which, I have to mention Professor Deng's three new hobbies:

Train the boy who won't die, watch a little movie, and find a new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Among them, William watched the environment of small movies, and William accompanied the principal to watch it many times.

Like William collected hair, Dumbledore collected a lot of memories. When he's idle, he'll listen to these "CDs" of the past.

This memory is at least ten years old. Because Crouch on one side is actually on trial.

Crouch was marginalized early on, especially after Fudge came to power. Since he can judge, it is naturally a memory from a long time ago.

Hearing William's words, Dumbledore's sharp eyes looked at Harry, staring at the pair of scars.

"Where is this?" Harry was also startled when he saw the two Dumbledores.

He looked at Dumbledore in confusion, then at the silent waiters, and then at William.

"Here are my memories, Harry." Dumbledore said calmly.

Crouch spoke suddenly, his face gloomy and a green tendon twitching at his temple.

"Bring it in." His voice echoed through the silent dungeon.

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

Many people turned to look at Mr. Crouch, and several were talking to each other.

The Dementors put the four wizards into four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon.

One of them, a short and stocky man, looked blankly at Crouch; The other, a thinner man, looked a little more nervous, his eyes glancing straight at the audience;

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

There was also a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, who looked completely stunned and trembling.

Crouch stood up and looked down at the four men with extreme hatred on his face.

"You have been brought before the Council of the Law of Magic to be sentenced," he said clearly, "and your crimes are so egregious! ”

"Father," said the straw-haired boy, "father...... Please......"

William was stunned, he knew what kind of judgment it was.

During the summer vacation, because of the Albanian affair, Crouch approached him and Hermione.

At that time, William had investigated Crouch himself.

Crouch's past is not secretive, and older wizards know about it, so it is easy to investigate.

His life was roughly divided into two phases.

The first half of his life is naturally smooth sailing and a winner in life.

Born into a pure-blood family, he had excellent grades in school...... He is the prefect and the president of the student council.

After graduating and entering the Ministry of Magic, he was also promoted all the way, and finally competed for the Minister of Magic, and his popularity once surpassed that of his opponent Fudge.

But one thing changed the second half of his life, and it also turned his life into two stages.

After Voldemort's downfall, his son, Barty Crouch Jr., ...... Accused of being a Death Eater.

Barty Jr. is best known for kidnapping the Longbottoms with the Lestrange brothers and Bellatrix and using the Heart Curse on them.

It was also after this incident that Crouch's reputation was shattered, and he lost completely to Fudge.

At this point, this is exactly that judgment.

"Father, I didn't!" Young Barty screamed, "I didn't, I swear - father!" I'm not a Death Eater! ”

"Mother!" He cried out again, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do that, not me!" ”

Little Barty's mother sobbed, her body swaying back and forth.

Crouch ignored it and indifferently announced that the four were imprisoned for life.

The Dementors slowly walked in and led them down.

"I am your son!" Barty Jr. shouted to Crouch, "Your son! ”

"You're not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes suddenly bulging outward, "I don't have a son!" ”

Memories are changing, it's still this dungeon, but the trial is over.

The crowd was slowly leaving the dungeon, and everyone did not leave immediately, but secretly looked behind them.

Crouch's wife, the emaciated witch, was pounding her husband's chest in a frenzy, tearing at his arm.

"You're murdering my son! You're hurting him! ”

"He's not our son, he's nothing."

Crouch hugged his wife and replied, "He's just a Death Eater." Sending him to Azkaban was a good thing! ”

"No," the witch cried, heartbroken. "That's our son.

He's still a kid!

What kind of person would send his son to Azkaban, when he could have been rescued from prison!

Barty, I beg you, let him out! I beg you! ”

"You don't know anything!" Crouch cried out, his voice filled with pain.

Soon, the crowd vanished, another memory appeared, and the scene slowly shifted.

The dungeon turned into a long black metal corridor, with a pure white cell at the innermost.

There were two Dementors at the end of the hallway, in the cell with the handle.

In the distance, three wizards stood: Crouch and his wife, and a balding middle-aged wizard.

Although Crouch is still exceptionally clean, his sideburns have been frosted white compared to the last trial.

His wife was even more aged, skinny and skinny, and seemed to be dying.

The voice was clear and distinct—harsh, like a quarrel, it was the voice of a middle-aged wizard.

"Yes, yes, you've come all the way here." "But without the signature of the Minister of Magic, visits are forbidden."

According to the ministry, there are no exceptions. ”

After the fall of the Ministry of Magic, Azkaban was imprisoned by a large number of wizards.

The number of Dementors is severely underwhelming.

The Ministry of Magic was also worried about the Death Eaters' robbery, so it sent a group of wizards to work with the Dementors to keep an eye on them.

The middle-aged wizard is the warden of Azkaban.

Crouch asked indifferently, "Is his treatment okay?" ”

"Good enough, single room. Meals are served twice daily. "This is not a cauldron bar." ”

"Is my son safe?"

"Safety? He's a Death Eater. The warden didn't care, "Honestly, those Dementors like him the most."

Young, with good memories, very fresh...... Your son howls almost every night.

This is far worse than Sirius Black. ”

The witch clenched Crouch's arm, her face even paler.

The warden lowered his voice and said, "To be honest, your son may not last long. ”

"I asked to find him a therapist at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic." Crouch stared at the middle-aged wizard.

"No kidding, he's just a Death Eater." The warden scoffed.

"However, it may also be approved, we are a separate system and no one will know.

Although it takes a week or two for the official document to be approved...... Or even a month...... It depends on ......"

"See what?"

"Oh," said the warden hurriedly, "our environment here is so bad. ”

He paused. "Sometimes, if you make a donation to the Azkaban staff, you can speed things up."

Crouch was silent.

"Mr. Crouch," the warden continued, lowering his voice, "for a family like yours, Garon is not a problem, there is always a way.

I have people in the ministry who know you, and although you have been transferred out of the Legal Enforcement Division and are no longer the director, you also have connections.

If you and I work together, let alone the therapist, we might be able to get your son out of here......"

Crouch stared.

"Really, look at the officials of the Ministry of Magic now, their words are full of justice, and their hearts are full of business.

Not you, of course. ”

The warden said with a flattering face: "Don't talk about it from afar, just talk about Malfoy."

Who doesn't know he's a Death Eater? But how many Galleons were sent, and how many relationships were opened?

It's not 'our people' yet, it's just 'controlled by the Imperius Curse'...... Nothing more! ”

Crouch's face grew gloomy.

The warden continued: "If all the fees are in place, your son also says that he is controlled......"

Crouch responded coldly: "Your suggestion is suspected of being illegal, and I can't let him out, especially in this kind of thing."

And those things you just said......"

"I won't recognize it when I get out of this door." The warden sneered. "You expect those two Dementors to testify to you?"

"Don't you feel sorry for this kind of Gareon?" Crouch stared at the middle-aged wizard.

The warden took out two Galleons and sneered, "Which of these two Galleons is noble and which is filthy?" ”

"And you'd rather leave him here? I can tell you, your son won't last more than two months. ”

"I want to talk to him, right away!"

"As I said, we have rules. Your son can't see you without the minister's signature...... Unless you're willing to negotiate on some issues. ”

There was a cold silence for a moment, and Crouch softened his tone, "Let's meet him first, and then we'll talk about the rest of the matter."

I don't want to be bothered by anything. ”

The warden hesitated for a moment, but let Crouch and his wife in.

The door slammed shut.

The warden stood far away from the door, because next to the door, there were two Dementors guarding it.

Standing next to him, he felt very uncomfortable.

Anyway, there are Dementor guards, and Crouch can't do anything to rob the prison.

Half an hour later,

Crouch and his wife walked out. Crouch grew more and more indifferent, dragging his wife by the tug.

And his wife seemed to be frightened by her son, and she was fast, as if she wanted to escape from this prison.

The warden left with the two men.

As they were about to walk out of the hallway, two Dementors entered the room and brought Barty out to prepare for his return to his cell.

"It's time for us to go back." Dumbledore stood up.

William also stood up, reaching out to support Harry's elbow.

The three of them slowly rose into the air, Azkaban dissipating, and in the blink of an eye, nothing was left but pitch black.

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