Chapter 459: Father (modified)

The Ministry of Magic, in the bleak and gloomy room with no portraits or decorations on the walls, rows of dense benches were filled with wizards, and the reporters in the front were newspapers and magazines.

Batty Crouch stood straight away not far from the trial seat, and still maintained the decentness that belonged to the senior officials of the Ministry of Magic. The magic robe on his body was smoothed by the master. If he did not look at the Ai who was fully guarded behind him Burt and the other two Aurors thought he was just coming to a trial rather than being the subject of the trial.

There was a sound of footsteps. The door at the corner of the dungeon opened, and three people came in-at least one was a man, held by two dementors.

The two dementors-the two tall monsters with their faces covered by a hood-walked slowly towards the armchair in the middle of the room, and the rotten, dead hands gripped the man's arm in the middle. The man didn't seem to be affected much, and there was no expression on his pale face. His eyes didn't fluctuate until he saw Mr. Crouch standing not far from the trial seat.

As the dementors approached, everyone around them seemed a little timid. The dementors put the man on a chained chair and walked out of the room slowly, closing the door.

The trial of Batty Crouch Jr. was both smooth and unsuccessful. The smooth thing was that he accepted all the crimes read by the judges. The bad thing was that he barely said a word and did not explain any details of the planned activities.

"I suggest to seduce him or use veritaserum, so that we can get more information about whether the mysterious man is back, and their Death Eaters." Dumbledore stood up, and his old voice was rarely serious. .

"Dumbledore, please stop making such remarks, which will cause panic among the masses." Fudge lowered his voice.

"Fuji, you know, everyone has the right to know these truths," Dumbledore said calmly.

"However, this will make the rest of the magical world, which has finally recovered quiet, fall into turmoil again." Fudge's voice contained a hint of pleading.

"Fuji," Dumbledore's blue eyes looked directly at Fudge, as if he could see through his soul. "The truth can't be concealed. Your concealment will only cause the magic world to be more harmless without precautions."

"Dumbledore, who can prove that what you said is true? You have no evidence." Fudge gritted his teeth and stretched a green bar on his forehead.

"That's why we need to deal with him," Dumbledore pointed to the little Crouch locked in the chair. "Use Dementor or vomit authentic."

"Sorry, Dumbledore, we can't do this. You know, these two methods are easy to be tampered with by the master who is good at modifying memory, and can't be used as evidence." Fudge stood up, and there was no more on the round face With a smooth smile, he tried to retract his coy belly, making him look more majestic. Only the sweat beads on his forehead showed his psychological pressure at the moment.

"Now I invite the jury to vote," Owen Harris said aloud, "If you think these crimes should be sentenced to dementor kisses, please raise your hands!"

After that, Mr. Irving Harris raised his hand, and the wizard on the right side of the dungeon raised his hand in full. The audience around them clapped desperately with a brutal victory expression on their faces, and their relatives and friends were more or less hurt in the finals the other day.

"You're a son!" Watching the two dementors walk towards the little Crouch tied to the chair in the middle, Crouch suddenly shouted, and his eyes suddenly protruded outward, "I'll tell you to stay at home early!"

Under the court, the little Crouch, who had no emotions, clenched his fists and suddenly went crazy after hearing Mr. Crouch's words.

"How can I feel at home at home, he, my master, is much greater than you! He and I have a lot in common," little Crouch cried frantically, "for example, we all have very disappointing fathers … Extremely disappointing. We all inherited our father ’s name in disgrace. In order to ensure the rise of the dark forces, I can sacrifice everything, even your life! ”

"You are crazy!" Crouch growled, "You are crazy!"

"I'm crazy?" Little Crouch raised his voice out of control. "Let's wait and see! See who is crazy. The Dark Lord has returned, and none of you can run away."

The Dementor had reached the front of Little Crouch, untied the veil on his head, and exposed the large hole under the veil, leaning over and leaning towards Little Crouch. The white matter floated out of Little Crouch and was drawn into the dementor's mouth as a stream of air.

Dumbledore could not bear to turn his head at this time-he had always opposed the cruel punishment of Dementor Kiss. ,

"Was the replacement idea that you and your wife planned that time before you tried him? If you didn't care about him, why did you promise you not to look at the house elf's request in your eyes and let him Go to the World Cup? "Albert, who had been silent, suddenly suddenly asked loudly behind Mr. Crouch.

Crouch's back stiffened slightly, and he didn't look back. His focus was on little Crouch, who didn't know whether it was because the soul had all been taken away or the fist that was loosened when he heard Albert's words at the last moment. Above.

"Child shut up ..." The usual angry tone is different. Mr. Crouch said with a melancholy and unheard voice ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Now it's your turn, Mr. Batty Crouch. "Fudge turned his head to Crouch."

The trial of Mr. Batty Crouch is proceeding smoothly, and he did not raise any protests against the charges read by the judges, such as helping to escape the little Crouch.

When all the judges raised their hands to vote, Irving Harris disagreed on the crime of colluding with the Black Wizard by Crouch, and voted against it. Officials belonging to the Harris faction saw the case and also raised their hands according to his wishes.

Fudge looked at Owen Harris with a surprised look. He didn't understand why Owen would be merciful at this time, and he didn't knock Crouch down.

"Am I a good father too?" Irving Harris glanced at his elder son Albert to Fudge.

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

In fact, Mr. Irving Harris is also the same. For this man who was once in power, as long as he no longer hinders the development of their Harris family, he is also happy to let him go. Lauch's sentence shows Albert's attitude. As a patriarch, he didn't want his son to have such a soft-hearted behavior, but as a father, he could understand and was willing to complete it.

When Mr. Crouch was taken away by the Dementors, Albert helped him untie the chains tied to his chair. "I will use my personal salary to foster him in St. Mungo Hospital until you are released. Stay alive, "Albert said softly in Mr. Crouch's ear.

Crouch opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but eventually nodded, then straightened his hat and followed the Aurors.