novelslam Chapter 632: His mouth is full of justice, but his heart is full of business
Chapter 632: His mouth is full of justice, but his heart is full of business
Chapter 632: His mouth is full of justice, but his heart is full of business
William appears in a special room.
The house was dimly lit, with no windows, only torches on wall brackets.
Rows of wizards sat on stepped benches all around, and in the middle of the room stood an empty chair with chains wrapped around the arms.
Next to him, sat two professors Dumbledore side by side.
One of them, Dumbledore, did not move or speak, but stared at the far corner of the room, where there was a door.
Someone else noticed William, who turned his head slightly, and soon caught sight of Harry suddenly appearing again.
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at William questioningly.
"Harry's scar suddenly hurts." William also looked towards the door.
This is clearly a Ministry trial, and the memory comes from Dumbledore himself.
Having said that, I have to mention Professor Deng's three new hobbies:
Discipline the Boy Who Lived, watch short movies, and scout out the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.
Among them, William accompanied the principal to watch the short movie many times.
Like William collected hair, Dumbledore collected memories.When he is free, he will listen to these "CDs" from the past.
The memory in front of me is at least ten years old.Because Crouch on one side is actually judging.
Crouch was sidelined early on, especially after Fudge took over.Since he can judge, it is naturally a memory from a long time ago.
Hearing William's words, Dumbledore looked at Harry sharply, staring at the pair of scars.
"Where is this place?" Harry was startled when he saw two Dumbledores.
He looked puzzledly at Dumbledore, then at the silent crowd, then at William.
"Here are my memories, Harry." Dumbledore said calmly.
Crouch spoke suddenly, his face sullen, a vein twitching in his temple.
"Bring it in." His voice echoed in the silent dungeon.
The door in the corner was opened, and six dementors escorted four people in.
Many turned to look at Mr. Crouch, and a few whispered.
The dementors put the four wizards into four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon.
One of the short, fat men looked blankly at Crouch; the other, a thinner man, looked a little more nervous, and his eyes went straight to the auditorium;
A woman with thick black hair and long eyelashes looks as if she is sitting on a throne.
There was also a boy of seventeen or eighteen who looked completely petrified and trembling.
Crouch stood up and looked down at the four people with extreme hatred on his face.
"You have been brought before the Council of Magical Laws to be sentenced," he enunciated, "so bad is your crime!"
"Father," said the straw-haired boy, "Father...please..."
William was stunned for a moment, he knew what kind of trial this was.
During the summer vacation, because of Albania, Crouch contacted him and Hermione.
At that time, William had investigated Crouch himself.
Crouch's past is not secret, and older wizards know it, so it is easy to investigate.
His life can be roughly divided into two stages.
The first half of life was naturally smooth sailing, a winner in life.
Born in a pure-blooded 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 promoted all the way, and finally competed for the Minister of Magic, and his popularity once overwhelmed his opponent Fudge.
But one incident changed the rest of his life, and it also divided his life into two stages.
After Voldemort's downfall, his son Barty Crouch Jr. was accused of being a Death Eater.
Barty Jr. is most famous for kidnapping the Longbottoms with the Lestrange brothers and Bellatrix and using the Cruciatus Curse on them.
It was also after this incident that Crouch's reputation suffered a crushing defeat, completely losing to Fudge.
At this point, it was that trial.
"Father, I didn't!" screamed young Barty Jr. "I didn't, I swear—Father! I'm not a Death Eater!"
"Mother!" he yelled again, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do those things, it wasn't me!"
Barty Jr.'s mother sobbed and rocked back and forth.
Crouch ignored it, coldly announcing the four were sentenced to life in prison.
Dementors walked in slowly and took them down.
"I'm your son!" Barty Jr. shouted to Crouch, "Your son!"
"You're not my son!" Crouch roared, his eyes popping out suddenly. "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. Everyone did not leave immediately, but secretly looked behind.
Crouch's wife, the emaciated witch, was frantically beating her husband's chest and biting his arms.
"You're murdering my son! You're killing him!"
"He's not our son, nothing."
Crouch hugged his wife tightly and said loudly, "He's just a Death Eater. Sending him to Azkaban is a good deed!"
"No," the witch cried bitterly. "That's our son.
He is still a child!
What kind of person would send his son to Azkaban when he could be rescued from prison!
Barty, I beg you, let him out!I beg you! "
"You don't know anything!" Crouch yelled, his voice full of pain.
Soon, the crowd disappeared, another memory appeared, and the scene was slowly changing.
The dungeon turned into a long black metal corridor, with a pure white cell at the end.
There are two dementors at the end of the corridor, holding the cell.
In the distance, stood three wizards: Crouch, his wife, and a balding middle-aged wizard.
Although Crouch was still extremely clean, compared to the last trial, his temples were already frosty white.
His wife was aging even worse, she was only skin and bones, and seemed to be dying.
The voice was clear and distinct--very harsh, like a quarrel, it was the voice of a middle-aged wizard.
"Yes, yes, you have come all the way here," he said, "but visits are forbidden without the signature of the Minister for Magic.
Ministry rules, no exceptions. "
After the fall of the Ministry of Magic, Azkaban imprisoned a large number of wizards.
Dementors are woefully undernumbered.
The Ministry of Magic was also worried about Death Eaters robbing the prison, so it sent some wizards to cooperate with the dementors to take care of it.
The middle-aged wizard is the warden of Azkaban.
Crouch asked indifferently: "Is his treatment okay?"
"Good enough, single room. Two meals a day," said the warden. "This is not the Leaky Cauldron."
"Is my son safe?"
"Safe? He's a Death Eater." The warden said indifferently, "To be honest, those dementors like him the most.
Young, good memories, fresh...your son howls almost every night.
This is far worse than Sirius Black. "
The witch clenched Crouch's arm, her face 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.
"Don't be kidding, he's just a Death Eater." The warden sneered.
"However, it may 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..."
"Look at what?"
"Oh," the warden said quickly, "Our environment here is too bad."
He paused. "Sometimes, related parties, such as your own donations to the Azkaban staff, can speed up our process."
Crouch said nothing.
"Mr. Crouch," the warden continued, lowering his voice, "Garon is not a problem for a family like yours, there is always a solution.
I have acquaintances in the Ministry. Although you have been transferred from the Law Enforcement Department and are no longer the director, you also have contacts.
If you and I work together, let alone a therapist, we might be able to get your son out of here..."
Crouch stared.
"Really, look at the officials of the Ministry of Magic, they are full of justice in their mouths, and business in their hearts.
Of course, not you. "
The warden said flatteringly: "Let's just talk about Malfoy if you don't talk about it.
Who doesn't know he's a Death Eater?But how many Galleons were given away, and how many relationships were opened up?
Now they are not 'people from our side', they are just controlled by the 'Imperius Curse'... that's all! "
Crouch's face became more and more gloomy.
The warden continued: "If all the expenses are in place, your son also said that he was controlled..."
Crouch responded dryly: "Your suggestion is illegal and I can't let him out, especially in this kind of thing.
And what you just said..."
"Out of this door, I will not recognize it." The warden sneered. "You expect those two dementors to testify against you?"
"This kind of Garen, don't you feel guilty for earning it?" Crouch stared at the middle-aged wizard.
The warden took out two Galleons, sneered and said, "Which of these two Galleons is noble and which one is dirty?"
"Also, are you willing to keep him here? I can tell you that your son won't last for two months at most."
"I want to talk to him, right now!"
"As I said, we have rules. Your son can't see you without the Minister's signature...unless you're willing to negotiate on certain issues."
A cold silence lasted for a moment, and Crouch said in a relaxed tone: "Let us meet him first, and then we will talk about the follow-up.
I don't want to be bothered by anyone. "
The warden hesitated for a moment, then let Crouch and his wife in.
The door slammed shut.
The warden was standing far away from the door, because there were two dementor guards next to the door.
Standing by, he felt very uncomfortable.
Anyway, with the dementors guarding him, Crouch couldn't do the jailbreak.
After half an hour,
Crouch and his wife came out.Crouch grew more indifferent, tugging at his wife.
And his wife seemed to be frightened by her son, and she was very fast, as if she wanted to escape from the prison.
The warden left with the two of them.
When he was about to walk out of the corridor, two dementors entered the room, brought little Barty out, and prepared to send him back to his cell.
"We should go back." Dumbledore stood up.
William stood up too, putting his hand on Harry's elbow.
The three slowly rose into the air, Azkaban was dissipating, and in a blink of an eye there was only darkness left.
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(End of this chapter)