Hogwarts of a certain magic

You can search for "a magical Hogwarts novel (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapter!William appeared in a special room.

The room was dimly lit, and there were no windows around, only torches inserted into the wall brackets.

Rows of wizards were sitting on the stepped benches all around. There was an empty chair in the center of the room with chains wrapped around the armrests.

Next to him, there were two Professor Dumbledore sitting side by side.

One of Dumbledore did not move or 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 quickly caught sight of Harry who suddenly appeared.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at William questioningly.

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

This is obviously a Ministry of Magic trial, and the memory comes from Dumbledore himself.

Having said this, I have to mention three new hobbies of Professor Deng:

Train the boy who survived, watch a short movie, and find a new defense against the Dark Arts professor.

Among them, William has watched many times with the principal in the environment of watching small movies.

Like William collected hair, Dumbledore collected a lot of memories.When he is idle, he will listen to these past "CDs".

The memory before me is at least ten years old.Because Crouch on one side was actually on trial.

Crouch was marginalized very early, 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 looked at Harry sharply, staring at the pair of scars.

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

He looked at Dumbledore in confusion, then at the people who were waiting in silence, and then at William.

"This is my memory, Harry." Dumbledore said calmly.

Crouch spoke suddenly, his face sullen, a vein on his temple twitching.

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

The door in the corner was opened, and six dementors walked in with four people.

Many people turned to look at Mr. Crouch, and a few were whispering.

The dementor put the four wizards on the four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon.

One of the short, fat men looked at Crouch blankly; the other, thinner man, looked more nervous, and cast his eyes straight to the audience;

A woman with thick, shiny hair and long eyelashes looks like she is sitting on a throne.

There is also a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who looked completely shocked and trembling.

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

"You were brought before the Magic Law Committee to be sentenced," he said clearly, "your crime is so bad!"

"Father," said the straw-haired boy, "Father... please..."

William was stunned, he knew what the trial was.

During the summer vacation, Crouch contacted him and Hermione because of things in Albania.

At that time, William had investigated Crouch himself.

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

His life is roughly divided into two stages.

The first half of life is naturally smooth, and life is a winner.

Born in a pure-blooded family, I got excellent grades in school... I was the prefect, the chairman of the student union.

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

But one thing changed the rest of his life and turned his life into two stages.

After Voldemort's fall, his son Barty Crouch Jr.... was accused of being a Death Eater.

The most famous thing Barty did was to kidnap the Longbottoms with the Lestrange brothers and Bellatrix, and use the Heartbreaking Charm on them.

After this incident, Crouch's reputation was completely defeated and completely lost to Fudge.

At this time, this is the trial.

"Father, I didn't!" Young Barty screamed, "I didn't, I swear—Father! I am not a Death Eater!"

"Mother!" he shouted again, "Mother, stop him, mother, I didn't do those things, it's not me!"

Little Batty's mother sobbed, shaking back and forth.

Crouch ignored it, and coldly announced the four people in prison for life.

The dementor walked in slowly and led them down.

"I'm your son!" Barty Jr. shouted to Crouch, "your son!"

"You are not my son!" Crouch yelled, eyes suddenly protruding, "I have no son!"

The memory is 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 them.

Crouch's wife, the thin witch, was beating her husband's chest madly, biting his arm.

"You are murdering my son! You are killing him!"

"He is not our son, he is nothing."

Crouch hugged his wife tightly and replied, "He is just a Death Eater. It is a good thing to send him to Azkaban!"

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

He is still a child!

What kind of person would send his son to Azkaban if he could be rescued from prison!

Batty, 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 became a long black metal corridor, with a pure white cell inside.

There are two dementors at the end of the corridor, holding the cell.Girls' short stories www.nsxxs.com

Far away, there were three wizards standing: Crouch and his wife, and a bald middle-aged wizard.

Although Crouch was very clean, his temples were frosty white compared to the last trial.

His wife is getting older, skinny and skinny, and she seems 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 came here all the way," he said, "but without the signature of the Minister of Magic, visits are forbidden.

The Ministry provides no exceptions."

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

The number of dementors is seriously insufficient.

The Ministry of Magic was also worried that the Death Eaters would rob the prison, so it sent some wizards to cooperate with the Dementors to take care of them.

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 a cauldron bar."

"Is my son safe?"

"Safe? He is a Death Eater." The warden said indifferently: "To be honest, those dementors like him the most.

Young, with good memories, and very fresh...Your son is howling 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 Magic Hospital." 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 the official document will take a week or two... or even a month... it depends..."

"What are you looking at?"

"Oh," the warden hurriedly said, "our environment here is terrible."

He paused."Sometimes related parties, such as making some donations to Azkaban staff yourself, can speed up the process of our work."

Crouch didn't say a word.

"Mr. Crouch," the warden lowered his voice and continued: "For a family like you, Garon is not a problem, there is always a way.

There are people I know in the Ministry. Although you have been transferred from the Department of Law Enforcement and are no longer the director of the department, you still have connections.

If you and I work together, let alone the therapist, maybe we can get your son out from here..."

Crouch stared.

"Really, look at the officials of the Ministry of Magic. They are all justice and business.

Of course, not for you."

The warden flattered and said: "If you don't talk far, just talk about Malfoy.

Who didn't know he was a Death Eater?But how many Galleons were given and how many relationships were opened up?

It's not the'person on our side' now, but is controlled by the'Imperius Curse'... that's it!"

Crouch's face grew darker.

The warden continued: "If all the expenses are in place, your son will also say that he is under control..."

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

And the words you just said..."

"I don't recognize it after I get out of this door." The warden sneered."Do you expect those two dementors to testify to you?"

"This kind of Garon, don't you feel bad about it?" Crouch stared at the middle-aged wizard.

The warden took out two gallons and sneered: "Of these two gallons, which is noble and which is nasty?"

"Also, would you rather keep him here? I can tell you that your son won't last two months at most."

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

"As I said, we have regulations. Without the minister's signature, your son cannot see you...unless you are willing to negotiate on certain issues."

A cold silence lasted for a while, and Crouch's tone eased: "Let us meet him first, and then talk about the follow-up.

I don't want to be disturbed by anything."

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

The door slammed shut.

The warden was standing far away from the door, because there were two dementors guarding the door.

Standing next to him, he felt very uncomfortable.

Anyway, there are dementors guarding, Crouch can't do things to rob prison.

Half an hour later,

Crouch and his wife came out.Crouch grew colder, and pulled his wife.

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

The warden left with the two.

As they were about to walk out of the corridor, two dementors entered the room and brought Batty out to be sent back to the cell.

"We should 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 was dissipating, and in a blink of an eye, only pitch black remained.

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