Harry Potter and the Secret Treasures

On the bench, Crouch's face was more pale and grey than ever before, and a blueberry in the temple was moving.

“On behalf of the Wesengamo Special Court, I pronounce Sirius Black permanently imprisoned at Azkaban Wizard Prison for various crimes.” Crouch said seriously, "Anyone have a problem? ”

It was quiet, only Mr. Crouch's voice echoed in the silent dungeon,

Dumbledore seemed to want to say something, but eventually he didn't say anything.

Sirius was not tried by the Ministry of Magic, which was unfair and procedural.

But Sirius was in a really bad state, and after he thought he had killed Dwarf Peter, he went into a state of madness, trying to atone for Harry's parents and confessed to many unwarranted crimes.

Ivan was thinking about going to the holding cell now, maybe seeing Sirius.

“Next...” Crouch looked around, seemed like a lot of blue dragons all at once, "Bring it in! ”

The corner door opened again, and six psychedelics took four people in.

Unlike the previous silence, many turned to Mr. Crouch, and several people spoke with each other.

Dementors put four people in four chained chairs in the middle of the dungeon, one of them a short, fat man staring blindly at Crouch; the other thinner man appeared a little more nervous, his eyes leaning straight into the audience.

A woman with thick bright hair and long eyelashes, look at her like she's sitting on a throne.

She was a young Bellatrix, and she looked beautiful, but from time to time she revealed a bit of madness.

She seemed to look at the wizards on the bench with no fear at all.

The smile on the corner of the mouth clearly represents ridicule and contempt.

Besides that, there was a 17-18-year-old boy, unlike those three, who looked totally frightened, trembling, straw-colored hair scattered across his face, freckled skin pale as paper, just Buddy Crouch Jr.

He looked like a student who had just graduated from Hogwarts, and if he hadn't known that he was the most cunning and pure eater, Ivan would have thought he was a teenager like his neighbor's brother, unfortunately caught up in the trial.

Ivan measured little Buddy Crouch, hoping to see something, but nothing.

No wonder he earned Voldemort's trust, and this act and the capital alone is not for ordinary people.

He probably thought his father would open his net and perform as innocent as possible.

But little Buddy was disappointed, and Ivan noticed that Mr. Crouch didn't even look at him.

Crouch now expects to hate his own son, and when the war ends and he is about to become Minister of Magic, suddenly this happens, and he expects to clear up his relationship with Little Buddy as soon as possible.

In this regard, Crouch is cold-blooded and cruel beyond imagination.

I have to say, this family is really scary...

This is the typical Slytherin, the typical family of pureblood wizards, who can give up everything for power.

But they plot plots behind their backs, such as secretly rescuing their son from Azkaban.

After seeing little Buddy, the slender witch next to Mr. Crouch began to shake back and forth, whimpering with her handkerchief over her mouth, looking very sad and sad, writing all her expressions on her face.

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

“You have been brought before the Magic Law Commission and the Wesengamo Special Court for judgment!” He spewed clearly, but his body could not bear to shake, “Your sins are so evil...”

“Father!” the straw-haired boy shouted loudly and couldn't help crying out “Father, please..."

“Cruel acts are rare in cases before the Tribunal.” Mr. Crouch raised his voice and overshadowed his son's voice, "We heard the accusation against you that the four of you had kidnapped a proud man, Frank Lombardon, and used a diamond spell against him in an attempt to find out from him the whereabouts of your master, the mystery man...”

“Father, I didn't!” The boy tied to the chair screamed, “I didn't, I swear, Father, I'm innocent, I just happened to be there, don't send me back to the Dementors..."

“The accusation also says!” Mr. Crouch roared and looked indifferent, "Frank Lombardon refused to provide information, and you used a drill spell against his wife. You conspired to revive the mystery man, Dongshan, in order to restore the kind of violent life you lived during his mighty period. Now I invite the jury to treat the four of them...”

“Mother!” the boy exclaimed, the skinny little witch next to Crouch sobbing, shaking back and forth, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do those things, not me! ”

His mother cried even harder, with handkerchiefs constantly wiping her tears, but did not speak.

“Now I invite the jury to vote!” Mr. Crouch said out loud, "Raise your hand if you agree with me that these crimes deserve to be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban! ”

The wizard on the right side of the dungeon brushed his hands up and the audience around him clapped like they did at Bagman's trial, with a brutal victorious look on his face.

Buddy Crouch Jr. began screaming and echoing in the courtroom.

“No, Mother, no! I didn't do it. I didn't do it. I don't know! Don't send me there, stop him! ”

Dementors slowly walked in, and the boy's three companions stood silently from the chair.

Bellatrix raised his head and shouted to Crouch, "The Dark Lord will return, throw us into Azkaban, we wait! He'll come back for us. He'll reward us! Only we are loyal! We're the only ones who can find him! ”

But that little Buddy Crouch was desperate to get rid of the Dementors, even though their cold suction had begun to work on him.

The audience was laughing, and some people stood up.

“I am your son!” He shouted to Crouch, "Your son! ”

“You are not my son!” Crouch roared and his eyes burst out suddenly and his face was squeaky.

For the first time, focus on little Buddy Crouch, yelling, "I don't have a son! ”

The skinny little witch sucked in a breath and fell on the stool.

She fainted, as if Crouch hadn't seen it.

“Take them away!” He growled at the Dementors, spitting stars, "Take them away and let them rot there! ”

“Father! Father, I did not participate! No, no, no! Father, please!” Little Buddy struggles.

But it didn't work, and he was relentlessly dragged down by the Dementors.

Ivan stood up and pulled Harry down, and he wanted to see what they had been sent to Azkaban.

Sirius was there.