Chapter 331: Kind Father and Filial Son

"But I said, I don't know at all!"

Bagman's round blue eyes widened and he shouted eagerly amid the cheers.

"I don't know at all! Lukewood is my father's friend...I never thought that he was a subordinate of the mysterious man! I thought I was collecting intelligence for our people! Lukewood always said that he would serve for the mysterious man. I'm going to get a job at the Ministry... when I retire from the Quidditch team, you know... I can't be chased by Bludgers my whole life, can I?"

There was a burst of laughter in the audience. Even in the court hearing, he was still very good at enlivening the atmosphere.

As a bystander, Sherlock frowned at this time.

"Lukewood? Was it Karkaroff who exposed the Death Eater lurking in the Ministry of Magic in order to reduce his sentence?"

Moody said gruffly.

"Yes, what happened to Bagman was purely due to his bad luck. After Karkaroff exposed Rookwood, the Ministry of Magic did not take action against him immediately, 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 retiring from the British Quidditch national team. He used his father's relationship with Luke Wood to get in touch with him and wanted to get something from him. Go through the channels and become an employee of the Ministry of Magic.”

"Then, the Aurors who were being followed noticed him and took him under control on charges of engaging in Death Eater activities."

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

"But his luck is not bad enough. Some time before he was arrested, he had just led the British Quidditch national team to achieve results in the World Cup that far exceeded previous history. So except for Barty who has been in a bad mood recently, On top of that, the people on the jury were very tolerant of him.”

The result was just as Dumbledore said. After Bagman completed his self-defense, there was a simple show of hands vote.

In the end, most of the jury members believed that Bagman was not guilty. He was indeed just unlucky and had no previous interactions with Death Eaters.

Sherlock watched the entire trial, and he didn't feel anything was wrong, so he shook his head, dispelled his doubts, and asked Dumbledore to fast forward to the next scene.

And just when Dumbledore tapped his wand to change the scene in the Inquisition, he suddenly raised his eyebrows and said with a strange look on his face.

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

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

Looking at the nervous-looking boy with black hair and glasses, Sherlock asked in surprise.

"Harry? How did you get in?"

Harry didn't know whether it was because he ran too fast just now or because he was too nervous. He looked at the scene of the wizards in the courtroom around him, 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 talk about something, and then I saw a stone basin on the table, and it sucked me in..."

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at him.

"Relax, Harry. Although I don't know how you know the password to my office, let's finish this memory first before talking about anything else."

It's still a trial court, but this time there is a new jury.

Crouch, who was still a justice, looked more haggard than before. He looked as if he had aged dozens of years overnight. He looked extremely tired, with his body next to him. Also sitting was the same haggard, thin witch.

The dementors placed the four men into four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon.

One of the short, fat men looked at Crouch blankly; the other, a thinner man, looked more nervous and glanced directly at the auditorium; a woman with thick black hair and long eyelashes had a cold look in her eyes. A sarcastic smile appeared on the lips of the wizards who were sitting on the high platform.

There was also a young man about twenty years old. He looked completely petrified and trembling all over. His straw-colored hair was spread around his face, and his freckled skin was as pale as paper.

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

His change could be clearly felt by Harry standing next to him. Harry looked at Sherlock tremblingly. He had never seen Professor Forrester show such a terrifying expression.

Three of the four people being tried are acquaintances of Shylock.

That young man with straw-colored hair who seemed to be petrified was Barty Crouch Jr., who was undercover at the Ministry of Magic when he went back to the past, tricked him and Eddie countless times, and was later killed by him. .

The sneering witch was Bella, and the thinner one next to her, the nervous wizard, was none other than her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange.

Each of these three people has a deadly grudge against Sherlock, especially Bella!

Looking at the pale young man, the delicate 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 men with extreme hatred on his face.

"You were brought before the Magical Law Commission for sentencing," he said clearly, "your crimes are so heinous -"

"Father," little Barty begged, completely losing the calmness and confidence that Sherlock had when he saw him in the Ministry of Magic. "Father... please..."

"——It is rare among the cases heard in this court." Crouch raised his voice, covering his son's voice, "We have heard the charges against you. The four of you kidnapped an Auror—— Frank Longbottom used the Cruciatus Curse on him, trying to find out from him the whereabouts of your master, the mysterious man—"

"Father, I didn't!" Little Barty, who was tied to the chair, screamed, "I didn't. I swear, Father, don't send me back to the dementors -"

"The accusation also states," Crouch roared, "that you used the Cruciatus Curse on Frank Longbottom's wife when he refused to provide information, and that you conspired to bring You-Know-Who back to life, hoping to return to the violence you had experienced when he was powerful. Life!"

"Mother!" Little Barty shouted, and the thin witch next to Crouch sobbed and shook her body back and forth. "Mother, stop him, mother, I didn't do those things, it's not me!"

"Now I ask the jury to vote," Crouch shouted. "Anyone who believes, as I do, that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban, please raise your hands!"

The wizards on the right side of the trial court all raised their hands, and the audience around them applauded like they did during Bagman's trial, but this time they had cruel expressions of victory on their faces.