Snape was a Death Eater, and the news came as a surprise to Harry.

No wonder Snape was so afraid of Moody, there was a reason for that, maybe he was still with the Dark Lord......

Harry didn't think it was good for him to think so, but Snape's usual image had already been ingrained in his mind.

The whole Hogwarts, who hates Harry, if not Malfoy, it should be Snape, but Snape has really helped him, and Dumbledore trusts Snape very much, otherwise, Dumbledore would not have been able to fish Snape out of this trial......

Harry turned to look at Alastor Moody. He looked at Dumbledore's back with deep suspicion.

"All right, Karkaroff," Crouch said coldly, "you've done me a favor, I'll reconsider your case, you go back to Azkaban now......" Mr. Crouch's voice drifted farther and farther away.

Harry looked around, the dungeon was disappearing like smoke, and everything was starting to blur.

All he could see was everything around his body like a swirling black vortex...... But soon, the dungeon reappeared. Harry found himself sitting in a different position, still in the highest row.

But the man to his right became Mr. Crouch.

The atmosphere here is much more relaxed than before, and even a little elated. Everyone is talking to each other, as if they are watching a sporting event.

There was a witch in the middle row on the opposite side that caught Harry's attention. She has short blond hair and wears a fuchsia robe. You can't go wrong, she's the young Rita Skeeter.

Speaking of which, this woman was terrible enough, and Rita's ability to make up nonsense literally made Harry's lungs blow up.

But she didn't look so bad when she was younger, but would she be as fat as she is now?

Harry's green onion Hermione saw it in the bottle that was also practiced by Van Lin with magic law, and then let Hermione press it on the bottom with a book......

However, Hermione is still kind in the end, although it is said that there is magic imprisonment, Rita can't change back, but Hermione still takes Rita out every day to let it go......

Is this a skid?

Harry looked around again, and Dumbledore sat next to him again, but in a different robe.

Mr. Crouch looked more emaciated, thinner, and harsher......

Harry knew. It was a different memory, a different day...... A different interrogation.

The corner door opened, and Loude Bagmun entered.

It's not like the real-life Loud Bagmuns. He still has the shape of a Quidditch player. His nose had not yet been flattened, and he stood tall and thin but strong.

Seeing this, Fan Lin roughly knew in his heart that Bagmun's betrayal was not accidental, and he was willing to do anything in order to survive.

However, this had to make Van Lin sigh, he had never observed those past things so intuitively.

Serious Dumbledore, Moody who is not yet disabled......

At this time, there is nothing Fudge has to do, and Crouch is still in charge of everything in the Ministry of Magic, but ...... Van Lin could almost imagine what was next, that kid?

This is almost the time when the conflict is at its worst, and it ruins the whole family at once.

Van Lin stared silently at the meditation basin, where Harry was seated, right next to Crouch.

"Interesting memories. ”

Ruth Bagmund sat down in the chained chair, looking nervous.

But the chair didn't tie him up like Karkaroff. Bagmun seemed to feel this too, and relaxed.

He glanced at the audience with his eyes, waved at two of them, and smiled reluctantly.

"Ruth Bagmon, you have been brought before the Supreme Court of the Wizarding World to plead to your charges. According to the evidence from the Wizengamot, you are accused of being with Dyce. Aite has a relationship. ”

Crouch said, "We've heard about the evidence against you, and now we're ready to announce our verdict, do you want to add anything to your testimony before that?"

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Ruth Bagmund is also a ghoul?

"Only one point. Ruth Bagmun smirked and said, "Well, I think I used to be a bit of a fool—"

One or two spectators burst into laughter. But Mr. Crouch had no such sense of humor, and he stared at Ruth with the most stern and disgusted look. Bagmon.

"He's never said anything more true, boy. Someone said dryly to Dumbledore.

Harry saw Moody sitting there again, "If I hadn't known he was so stupid, I'd have thought the Quidditch guys had brainwashed him......"

"Ruth. Bagmunt, you were caught delivering information to Duke Voldemort's followers. So, I propose that he be sentenced to serve no less than-"

But there was a roar of rage from the surrounding audience, and several witches and wizards stood up and shook their heads at Mr. Crouch, some even waving their fists.

"But I've told you, I don't know!" Bagmun cried out earnestly to the tossy spectator, his round blue eyes wide open. Old Rocuud was a friend of my father's...... I never dreamed that he was in league with 'that guy'! I thought I was just gathering information for us! And Roqueud kept saying that he was going to get me a job in the Ministry of Magic...... Once my Quidditch career is over, you know...... I mean, I can't be trampled under the feet of a Bludger all the time, can I?"

It seems that Bagmun's status as a Quidditch player has helped him a lot, and strictly speaking, Bagmund was a celebrity at the time, and his humorous words always made people like him.

But......

Van Lin's gaze turned to Crouch, and the result from Crouch was not like this, and everyone involved should be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Strictly speaking, Bagmun was just an uninformed man, he lacked some vision and luck.

There was a laugh from the audience.

"So let's vote. Mr. Crouch said coldly. Then turn to the right side of the dungeon and say, "The jury will gladly raise their hands...... ...... in favor of incarceration"

Harry looked to 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 from the jury bench. "What's the matter?" Claus snarled in exasperation. "We just wanted to congratulate Mr Bagmun on his excellent performance for England against Turkey at Quidditch last Saturday. ”

She finished her words in one sitting.

Mr. Crouch was furious. At this time, thunderous applause rang out in the dungeon.

Bagmun stood up and bowed to everyone, smiling.

"Mean, nasty. Mr. Crouch shouted to Dumbledore that Bagmund had come out of the dungeon. Still indignant, he said, "Rokwud did give him a job...... Ruth. The day Bagmun joins us will be a miserable day for the Ministry of Magic......"

At this point, the dungeon disappeared again. That's a long memory......

Van Lin rubbed his temples, the most important part should be coming, the part of Barty Crouch Jr., maybe he should be more detailed.

When the scene reappeared, Harry found himself and Dumbledore still sitting next to Mr. Crouch, but in a very different atmosphere. It was eerily quiet, except for a fragile and slender witch sitting next to Mr. Crouch sobbing.

Suddenly, Harry noticed that there was an extra figure beside him.

"Van Lin, where did you go before?"

"Above. Van Lin also pointed to the ceiling.

"You haven't been in?"

"No, I've been watching this whole time, this should be the third memory, Ego Karkaroff, a cowardly Death Eater, Ruth Bagmun, a fickle man kept in the dark, and finally ......"

"And what's the end? and, you know, Professor Snape......"

"I know, Harry, but you just need to remember that Dumbledore believed in him. "Let's go on, that's the most important part." ”

Harry nodded, and he looked back at it.

The witch next to Crouch seems to be in a terrible way. A trembling hand clutched a handkerchief to cover his mouth.

Harry looked up at Crouch, who seemed to be even more emaciated, his face paler than before, and a tendon in his temple that was constantly jumping.

"Bring them in. He said, his voice echoing through the silent dungeon.

The corner door opened again. This time, six Dementors came in with a group of four.

Harry saw someone in the crowd looking up at Mr. Crouch, and some whispering.

The Dementors placed the four of them on four chained chairs. Of the four, a stocky man looked blankly at Klaus, and a man who was thinner and more nervous looking like he was looking around at the crowd. A woman sat on a chair as if it were a throne, and she had thick, black hair and thick eyelids like lids.

"This is Bella! Bellatrix Lestrange!" said Van Lin, who could only recognize such a person, but the identity of this person was important, and he had left a child for Voldemort.

"Who's that?"

"Sirius's cousin, a member of the Black family. "In fact, with the exception of Sirius, the entire Black family was a loyal fan of Voldemort. ”

Harry felt that his brain was a little inadequate, "So, they're all Death Eaters?"

Harry gestured to the four.

"That's right, it's all, and it's much crazier than Karkaroff. Van Lin said.

Next to Bella was a ten-year-old boy who didn't look so stiff but had a haircut, grassy hair hanging down his face, and milky white skin with a few freckles.

As soon as he saw him, the skinny witch next to Mr. Crouch began to fidget, covering her face with a handkerchief and crying. Crouch stood up. He looked down at the four people in front of him, and there was only pure hatred on his face.

"You have been brought before the Wizarding World Court," he said clearly, "to accept the verdict for your heinous crimes—"

"Daddy," said the grassy haired boy, "Daddy...... Please......"

"—we've never heard of such horrible," said Mr. Crouch, raising his voice, muffling out his son's voice.

"We've heard testimonies from others. The four of you are accused of having captured an Auror—Frank Longbottom—and cast the Croushiltes Charm on him, because you suspect that he knows where your master who has been exiled to no account is—"

"That's Neville's father, and the Longbottoms were tormented mad by Bella's Diamond Curse. Van Lin explained.

Harry stared blankly at the field, and he remembered Neville, the cowardly boy, who was now the murderer of his parents, and Mr. Crouch's son......

Mr. Crouch's ...... Son......

"Daddy, I didn't!" the boy shivered in his chain. "I didn't, I swear, Dad, don't throw me to the Dementors-"

"You are also accused," said Mr. Crouch, yelling, "of casting a Cruhiltes spell on Frank Longbottom's wife. for he does not tell you what you want to know. You also plan to restore him, 'the man'. I now ask the jury—"

"Mom!" the boy below screamed, and the woman sitting next to Crouch became even more disturbed and sobbed loudly. The boy shouted, "Mom, stop him, Mom, I didn't do it, it's not me!"

"I now ask the jury," cried Mr. Crouch, "to raise my hand, and if they believe as I do, these prisoners should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban." ”

Unanimously, the witches and wizards on the right hand side of the dungeon raised their hands. The audience burst into thunderous applause, their faces full of satisfaction.

The boy began to scream, "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 other three quietly rose from their seats.

The one named Bellatrix Lestrange looked up at Crouch and exclaimed, "The Duke of Darkness will make a comeback, Crouch! Lock us up in Azkban, we'll wait! He'll come back to save us." He will reward us more than anyone else, for we are the only ones who are most faithful!

But the boy was still struggling to get the Dementors to let him go, though Harry could see their ruthlessness and power beginning to keep him down.

People were laughing at them, and some were even standing up.

Bellatrix Lestrange was out and the boy was still struggling.

"I'm your son!" he yelled at Crouch, "I'm your son!"

"You're not my son!" roared Mr. Crouch, his eyes wide open. "I don't have a son!"

The skinny witch gasped and fell heavily in her seat, fainting.

But Mr. Crouch didn't seem to see it. "Take them away!" Crouch snarled at Monte, spitting wide. "Take them away, let them rot there!"

"Daddy, Daddy, it's none of my business! No! No! Daddy, please!"

The boy's voice grew farther and farther away, and Harry's gaze wandered in surprise over Mr. Crouch and the doorway.

Harry would rather believe that this is not true, if possible, that Van Lin had said before that memories can be read and modified......

"Not surprisingly, this should be Karkaroff's condition. "The conditions for escaping Azkaban, except that this should not be Crouch's presiding." ”

Van Lin looked to Crouch's right.

Soon, he found some familiar figures there, such as Cornelius Fudge and Umbridge's old toad.

As you can imagine, they would like to see Crouch step down more than anyone else, and if Crouch continues to maintain this momentum, then the position of Minister of Magic will not be a problem at all.

This is not in Fudge's interest.

And Barty Crouch Jr., as a condition for Karkaroff's release from prison, naturally made Fudge extremely satisfied.

However, Crouch is also really too ruthless.

Crouch's high pressure, whether from work or family, has never relaxed.

He is a little pitiful, and when his child dies, he naturally wants him to pay for it with things.

With his wife's life and the position of the Minister of Magic, but now, this has caused even greater resentment, and Barty Crouch Jr. wants to kill Barty Crouch the most.

It's a bad cycle.

"He died in the end, didn't he?" Harry asked, "Sirius told me, the kid...... I didn't want to believe it at first, but ......"

"It's impactful, isn't it. Van Lin smiled, "Crouch is far more cruel than you can imagine, Harry. ”

"It's brutal indeed. Harry thought of what Sirius had said to himself, and that Mr. Crouch's son had died in Azkaban.

But what's the point?

These memories.

"Maybe some of these people have already absconded. Van Lin said.

"Absconding?

"I don't know. "But if you want to get out of Azkaban, there's not necessarily the only way. ”

"What else?"

"Only the dead can escape the Dementors, Harry. Van Lin suddenly said, "It's not ......."

"Dead, this can't ......," Harry shook his head, "I've seen soul-sucking deaths from Dementors. ”

Van Lin didn't speak, just looked at the chaos here, this was obviously the Wizengamot, the highest court of the Ministry of Magic, but at this moment, under the celebratory actions of Fudge's side, it was like a noisy Diagon Alley.

Moody didn't know what he was talking to Dumbledore, but it seemed that Moody was in a good mood.

The terrible Death Eaters have all been caught, and Voldemort's time has truly passed, which is indeed a cause for celebration, and even Dumbledore seems to be a little lighter.

"So, who will escape?"