It's just a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Chapter 332
"But as I said, I don't know at all!"

Bagman's round blue eyes widened, and he shouted eagerly amidst the booing.

"Didn't know! Rookwood was my father's friend. I never thought he was under You-Know-Who! I thought I was gathering information for our people! Rookwood kept saying he would find someone for me at the Ministry of Magic." A job. When I get off the Quidditch team, you know. I can't live my life being chased by Bludgers, can I?"

There was a burst of laughter in the auditorium, even in the court trial, he was still very good at enlivening the atmosphere.

Sherlock, who was a bystander, frowned at this time.

"Rookwood? Is Karkaroff exposing the Death Eater lurking in the Ministry of Magic in order to reduce his sentence?"

Moody said gruffly.

"That's right, what happened to Bagman was purely bad luck. After Karkaroff exposed Rookwood, the Ministry of Magic did not take action against him immediately, but instead 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 and Luke Wood's relationship to hook up with him, and wanted to get money from him. Take the channel and become an employee of the Ministry of Magic."

"Then the Aurors who were being stalked noticed and took him under accusation of Death Eater activity."

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 and achieved a record far exceeding the previous record in the World Cup. Besides, these guys on the jury were very lenient with him."

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

In the end, the vast majority of the jury members believed that Bagman was not guilty. He was really just unlucky, and he had no intersection with Death Eaters at all before.

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

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

"Aha, some things are just so coincidental."

Sherlock and Moody looked at him suspiciously, and just when they were about to ask what he meant, a figure suddenly appeared beside the three of them without a sound.

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

"Harry? How did you get in here?"

Harry didn't know if it was because he ran too fast just now, or because he was too nervous. He looked at the scene of wizards sitting in the trial court around him, and then at Sherlock, Dumbledore and Moody who were staring at him. .

"I, I don't know the professor, I wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore about something, and then I saw a stone basin on the table, which sucked me in."

Dumbledore smiled reassuringly at him.

"Relax, Harry, although I don't know how you know my office password, let's read this memory first, and then talk about others."

It's still the trial court, but this time a new jury has been replaced.

Crouch, who is still a justice, looks more haggard than before. He looks like he aged dozens of years overnight. The whole person looks extremely tired. His side is next to his There sat the same haggard, emaciated witch.

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

One of the short and fat men looked at Crouch blankly; the other thinner man looked more nervous, and his eyes went straight to the auditorium; a woman with thick black hair and long eyelashes had cold eyes and looked Looking at the wizards sitting on the high platform, there was a sneering smile.

There was also a young man in his mid-twenties who looked completely petrified and shaking, with straw-coloured hair falling over his face and freckled skin as pale as paper.

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

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

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

The straw-haired young man who seemed to be stupefied was the one who went undercover in the Ministry of Magic when he went back to the past, cheated him and Eddie countless times, and was later killed by Barty Crouch Jr. .

The sneering witch was Bella, she was a little thinner, and the nervous wizard was her husband, Rodolphus Lestrange.

Of these three, each has a feud with Sherlock, especially Bella!
Looking at the pale young man, the slender witch next to Crouch began to rock back and forth, whimpering with her handkerchief to her mouth.

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

"You were brought before the Magical Law Council to be sentenced," he enunciated, "so heinous was your crime—"

"Father," Barty Jr. didn't have the calmness and confidence that Sherlock had when he met him in the Ministry of Magic. He pleaded, "Father, please."

"—a rarity in the cases before this Court." Crouch raised his voice over his son's voice, "We heard the charges against you, the four of you kidnapped an Auror— Frank Longbottom, cast the Cruciatus Curse on him, trying to find out from him the whereabouts of your master, the mysterious man—”

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

"The charge also says," growled Crouch, "that you used the Cruciatus Curse on Frank Longbottom's wife for refusing to provide information, and that you conspired to bring You-Know-Who back to the kind of violence you experienced when he was powerful. Life!"

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

"Now I ask the jury to vote," Crouch said loudly. "Anyone who agrees with me that these crimes deserve a life sentence in Azkaban, please raise your hand!"

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

(End of this chapter)