All things are three at Hogwarts

In the Ministry of Magic, that bleak and gloomy room with no pictures or decorations on the walls, rows of dense benches were filled with wizards, and at the front were reporters from newspapers and magazines.

Barty Crouch stood upright not far from the trial seat, still maintaining the dignity that originally belonged to a high-ranking official of the Ministry of Magic. The magic robe on his body was smoothed by the owner. If he didn't see the alert Albert behind him, Te and the other two Aurors thought that he was only here to participate in a trial and not the subject of the trial.

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

The two Dementors, two tall monsters whose faces were covered by hoods, slowly walked towards the armchair in the center of the room, their rotting dead hands grasping the arm of the man in the middle. The man didn't seem to be much affected, and his pale face showed no expression at all. It wasn't until he saw Mr. Crouch standing not far from the trial seat that his eyes fluctuated.

As the dementor approached, everyone around him seemed a little timid. The dementor put the man on a chair with a chain, walked out of the room slowly, and closed the door.

The trial of Barty Crouch Jr. was both smooth and unsatisfactory. The good thing was that he accepted all the charges read out by the judge. The bad thing was that he almost remained silent and did not explain any details of the planned activities.

"I suggest using Legilimency or Veritaserum on him, so that we can get more information about whether the mysterious person has returned and their Death Eaters." Dumbledore stood up, his old voice becoming rarely serious. .

"Dumbledore, please don't make such remarks again. It will cause panic among the people." Fudge lowered his voice.

"Fudge, you know, everyone has the right to know the truth." Dumbledore said calmly.

"However, this will plunge the magical world, which has finally regained its tranquility, into turmoil again." Fudge's voice contained a hint of pleading.

"Fudge," Dumbledore looked directly at Fudge with his blue eyes, as if he could see through his soul, "the truth cannot be concealed. Your concealment will only cause greater harm to the wizarding world without defense."

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

"That's why we need to use Legilimency or Veritaserum on him," Dumbledore pointed at Crouch Jr., who was chained to the chair.

"Sorry, Dumbledore, we can't do this. You know, both methods are easy to be deliberately tampered by experts and cannot be used as evidence." Fudge stood up, his chubby face no longer had a smooth smile. He tried hard to shrink his belly and make himself appear more majestic. Only the sweat beads on his forehead showed the psychological pressure he was under at the moment.

"Now I ask the jury to vote," cried Owen Harris, "if you think these crimes deserve the Dementor's Kiss, please raise your hands!"

After saying that, Mr. Owen Harris raised his hand, and the wizards on the right side of the dungeon all raised their hands. The surrounding audience applauded desperately, with cruel expressions of victory on their faces. Their relatives and friends were more or less hurt in the finals a few days ago.

"You traitor!" Seeing the two Dementors walking towards Crouch, who was tied to the chair in the middle, Crouch suddenly shouted, his eyes suddenly protruding outwards, "I told you to stay at home peacefully!"

Under the trial seat, little Crouch, who had no mood swings at first, clenched his fists and suddenly became crazy after hearing Mr. Crouch's words.

"How can I rest at home? He, my master, is much greater than you! He and I have a lot in common," Crouch cried crazily. "For example, we both have very disappointing fathers." ...It’s extremely disappointing. We all inherited our father’s name in disgrace. In order to ensure the rise of the dark devil’s power, I will sacrifice anything, even your life!”

"You're crazy!" Crouch roared, "You're crazy!"

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

The Dementor had already walked up to Crouch Jr., untied the scarf on his head, revealing the big hole under the scarf, and leaned towards Crouch Jr. The white substance floated out of Little Crouch's body and turned into airflow and was sucked into the Dementor's mouth.

Professor Dumbledore turned his head reluctantly.

"Did you and your wife plan the replacement idea before you tried him? If you didn't care about him, why did you agree to the request of the house elf that you didn't even care about and let him Going to the World Cup for fun?" Albert, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked loudly behind Mr. Crouch.

Crouch's back stiffened slightly and he did not look back. His attention was entirely focused on Crouch's fist. He didn't know whether it was because his soul had been sucked away or because he unclenched his fist after hearing Albert's words at the last moment. above.

"Shut up, kid..." Mr. Crouch said in a melancholy and inaudible voice, different from his usual angry tone.

"It's your turn now, Mr. Barty Crouch." Fudge turned his head towards Crouch.

The trial of Mr. Barty Crouch went smoothly, and he made no objection to the charges read out by the judge, such as helping Crouch Jr. escape from prison.

When all the judges raised their hands to vote, Owen Harris raised his hands to vote against Crouch's accusation of colluding with dark wizards. When the officials belonging to the Harris faction saw this, they also raised their hands to vote according to his wishes.

Fudge glanced at Owen Harris in surprise. He didn't understand why Owen would be merciful at this time and didn't completely knock Crouch into the dust.

"I'm a good father too, aren't I?" Owen Harris explained to Fudge.

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

In fact, the same is true for Mr. Owen Harris. For this once powerful man, as long as he no longer hinders the development of the power of the Harris family, he is happy to let him go. From just now, Albert deliberately asked Crowe loudly. Albert's attitude can be seen in Qi's sentence. As a father, he understands and is willing to fulfill his wishes.

When Mr. Crouch was taken away by the dementors, Albert helped him untie the chains tied to the chair. "I will use my personal salary to foster him in St. Mungo's Hospital until you are released from prison. Please work hard." Live." Albert whispered in Mr. Crouch's ear.

Crouch opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he just nodded, straightened his hat, and followed the Aurors out.