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Bagman's round blue eyes widened, and he shouted eagerly in the roar.

"Had no idea! Rookwood was my father's friend...I never thought he was under You-Know-Who! I thought I was gathering intelligence for our people! Rookwood kept talking about doing I'm getting a job at the Ministry of Magic...and when I retire from the Quidditch team, you know...I can't be chased by Bludgers for the rest of my life, can I?"

There was a burst of laughter from the audience, and even in court, he was still very active.

As a bystander, Sherlock frowned.

"Lookwood? Is Karkaroff exposing the Death Eater lurking at the Ministry of Magic in order to commute his sentence?"

Moody said gruffly.

"Yes, what happened to Bagman is purely his bad luck. After Karkaroff exposed Rookwood, the Ministry of Magic did not immediately take action against him, but sent Aurors to monitor him for a period of time. , I want to get more information from him."

"At this time, Bagman happened to be looking for a way out for himself after he retired from the British Quidditch national team. He used his father's relationship with Rookwood to get on the line with him and wanted to get rid of him. Take the channel and become an employee of the Ministry of Magic."

"Then the stalked Auror noticed and brought him under control on charges of engaging in Death Eater activity."

Dumbledore also looked at Bagman who was still defending himself on the iron chair and said softly.

"But his luck has not been bad to a certain extent. Some time before he was arrested, he had just led the British Quidditch national team and achieved far more achievements in the World Cup than before. On top of that, these people on the jury were very forgiving of him."

As a result, as Dumbledore said, after Bagman completed his self-defense, there was a simple show of hands on the spot.

In the end, most of the jury members said that Bagman was not guilty. He was really just unlucky, and he had no interaction with the Death Eaters at all.

After Sherlock watched the entire trial, he didn't feel anything wrong, so he shook his head, dispelled his doubts, and let Dumbledore fast-forward to the next session.

And just as Dumbledore tapped his wand to change the scene in the courtroom, his eyebrows suddenly twitched and he said with a strange expression.

"Aha, some things are just such a coincidence."

Sherlock and Moody looked at him suspiciously. Just when they were about to ask what they meant, a figure suddenly appeared beside the three of them.

Looking at the nervous black-haired boy with glasses, Sherlock asked in surprise.

"Harry? How did you get in?"

Harry didn't know whether it was because he ran too fast or because he was too nervous. He looked at the scene of the wizards sitting in the surrounding Inquisition, and then looked at Sherlock, Dumbledore and Moody who were staring at him. .

"I, I don't know Professor, I wanted to come to Professor Dumbledore to say something, and then I saw a stone basin on the table, and it sucked me in..."

Dumbledore smiled to reassure him.

"Relax, Harry, although I don't know how you know the password for my office, let's go through this memory first and then talk about the rest."

The same is the trial court, but this time a new jury has been changed again.

Crouch, who is still a justice, looks more haggard than before. He looks like he has aged by several decades overnight. He looks very tired, and he is next to his. There was the same haggard, thin witch sitting there.

The Dementors put the four into four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon.

One of the stocky men stared blankly at Crouch; the other, thinner man, looked more nervous and glanced straight into the audience; a woman with thick black hair and long eyelashes, her eyes were cold, looking at A sneering smile appeared at the corner of the mouth of the wizard who sat on the high platform.

There was also a young man in his twenties who looked utterly petrified, trembling, straw-colored hair scattered across his face, and freckled skin as pale as paper.

Seeing these four people, Sherlock's face instantly turned gloomy and cold.

Harry, who was standing beside him, could clearly feel his change. Harry looked at Sherlock tremblingly. He had never seen Professor Forrest show such a terrifying expression.

Of the four people being tried, three were acquaintances of Sherlock.

The young man with straw-colored hair who seemed to be stunned was going back to the past, undercover in the Ministry of Magic, pitted him and Eddie countless times, and then killed Barty Crouch Jr. with his own hands. .

The sneering witch was Bella, who was thinner beside her, and the nervous wizard was her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange.

Each of these three people has a deadly feud with Sherlock, especially Bella!

Looking at the pale young man, the slender witch next to Crouch began to rock back and forth, covering her mouth with a handkerchief and sobbing.

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

"You were brought before the Magical Law Commission for sentencing," he said clearly. "Your crimes were so egregious—"

"Father," Barty Jr begged, completely devoid of the coolness and confidence that Sherlock had when he met him at the Ministry, "Father...please..."

"—a rare case in this courtroom." Crouch raised his voice over his son's, "We heard the allegations against you that the four of you kidnapped an Auror— Frank Longbottom ~www.NovelMTL.com~ used the Cruciatus on him to find out the whereabouts of your master, the mysterious man-"

"Father, I didn't!" screamed Barty Jr, who was tied to the chair. "I didn't, I swear, Father, don't send me back to the Dementors—"

"The accusation also says," roared Crouch, "that you used the Cruciatus Curse on his wife when Frank Longbottom refused to give information, that you conspired to bring You-Know-Who back, to restore the violence you had when he was strong. Life!"

"Mother!" Barty Jr. shouted, and the tiny witch next to Crouch sobbed, rocking back and forth, "Mother, stop him, mother, I didn't do those things, it wasn't me!"

"Now I call on the jury," Crouch exclaimed. "Raise your hand if you share my opinion that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban!"

The wizards on the right side of the Inquisition raised their hands in unison, and the audience around them applauded as they did during Bagman's trial, only this time with cruel expressions of victory on their faces.

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