HP Magic Biography

Genius remembers the address of this site in a second: (Apex Chinese), the fastest update! No ads! Snape is a Death Eater, this news really surprised Harry.

No wonder Snape was so afraid of Moody, there was a reason for it, maybe he was still with the Dark Lord...

Harry didn't think it was a good idea to think so, but Snape's consistent image had long been embedded in his mind.

The whole of Hogwarts hates Harry, if not Malfoy, then it should be Snape, but Snape has actually helped him, and Dumbledore trusts Snape very much. Otherwise, Dumbledore wouldn't be able to get Snape out of this trial...

Harry turned to look at Alastor Moody. He looked at Dumbledore's back with deep suspicion.

Okay, Karkaroff, Crouch said coldly, You have already helped me, I will reconsider your case, you go back to Azkaban now... Mr. Crouch The sound floated farther and farther away.

Harry looked around, the dungeon was disappearing like smoke; everything was beginning to blur.

He could only see that everything around his body was like a swirling black vortex...but soon, the dungeon appeared again. Harry found himself sitting in a different position than before; still in the top row.

But the man to his right became Mr. Crouch.

The atmosphere here is much more relaxed than it used to be, even a little cheerful. Everyone was whispering, as if watching a sporting event.

A witch in the middle row opposite caught Harry's attention. She has short blonde hair and wears a purple robe. Unmistakably, she was young Rita Skeeter.

Speaking of which, this woman was really bad enough, and Rita's ability to make up things made Harry's lungs explode.

But she didn't look so bad when she was young, but, will the beetle she turned into be as fat as she is now?

Where did Hermione see the green onion in Harry? It was put in the bottle trained by Fan Lin with magic, and Hermione pressed the book at the bottom...

However, Hermione is still kind after all. Although it is said that Rita cannot be transformed back because of the magic power, Hermione still takes Rita out every day...

Is this a slippery beetle?

Harry looked around again. Dumbledore was sitting next to him again, but in a different robe.

Mr. Crouch looked gaunter and thinner and harsher...

Harry got it. It was a different memory, a different day... a different interrogation.

The door in the corner opened, and Ludo Bagmon walked in.

It's not like the real Luther Bagmon. He still has the build of a Quidditch player. His nose hadn't been flattened yet, and he stood up tall and thin but powerful.

Seeing this, Fan Lin roughly knew that Bagmon's betrayal was not accidental, and he was willing to do anything in order to survive.

However, this had to make Fan Lin sigh, he had never observed those past events so intuitively.

Serious Dumbledore, not disabled Moody...

At this time, there is nothing going on with Fudge, and everything in the Ministry of Magic is still dominated by Crouch, but... Fan Lin can almost imagine what will happen next, that child?

This is almost the time when the conflict is at its worst, destroying the whole family in one go.

Fan Lin stared at the Pensieve silently. Harry had already sat down beside Crouch.

Interesting memory.

Luther Bagman sat down on the chain chair, looking tense.

But that chair didn't tie him up like Karkaroff did. Bagmon seemed to feel this too, and relaxed a bit.

He glanced at the audience with his eyes, waved to two of them, and forced a smile.

Loudo Bagmon, you have been brought before the Supreme Court of the Wizarding World to answer charges against you. According to the evidence of the Wizengamot, you are accused of having a relationship with the Dais. Aters.

Crouch said, Is there anything else you want to add to your testimony before we hear the evidence against you and are now ready to pronounce our verdict?

Harry couldn't believe his ears. Ludo Bagmon is also a corpse eater?

Only a little bit. Luther Bagman said with a smirk, Uh, I think I used to be a bit of a fool—

One or two members of the audience burst out laughing. But Mr. Crouch had no such sense of humor, and he stared at Louth with the most stern and disgusted expression. bagmon.

He never said a truer thing, boy, someone said dryly to Dumbledore.

Harry saw that Moody was sitting there again: If I didn't know he was always so stupid, I would think those Quidditch players had brainwashed him...

Loudo. Bagmon, you were caught while sending information to the followers of Duke Voldemort. Therefore, I suggest that he be sentenced to serve no less than—

But at this moment, angry roars erupted from the surrounding auditorium, and several witches and wizards stood up and shook their heads at Mr. Crouch, and some even waved their fists.

But I've told you, I don't know! Bagmon sincerely cried to the tumultuous audience, his round blue eyes widening. Not at all! Old Rockwood was a friend of my father's... I never dreamed that he was with 'the man'! I thought I was just gathering information for our side! And Luo Crowd has been talking about getting me a job at the Ministry of Magic... Once my Quidditch career is over, you know... I mean, I can't keep getting trampled by Bludgers, can I?

It seems that being a Quidditch player in Bagmont helped him too much. Strictly speaking, Bagmont was a celebrity at the time, and his humorous words always made people like him.

but……

Fan Lin's gaze turned to Crouch, and the result obtained from Crouch was not like this, all the people involved should be imprisoned in Azkaban.

Strictly speaking, Bagmon is just an uninformed person who lacks vision and luck.

There were giggles from the audience.

Let's vote, then, said Mr. Crouch coldly. Then, turning to the right side of the dungeon, said: The jury will gladly raise their hands ... in favor of imprisonment ...

Harry looked to the right of the dungeon.

No hands were raised, and many people in the audience began to applaud. A witch stood up in the jury box. What is it? Klaus growled angrily. We just wanted to congratulate Mr Bagmon on his fantastic performance representing England against Turkey in the Quidditch match last Saturday.

She finished speaking in one breath.

Mr. Crouch was furious. At this time, there was thunderous applause in the dungeon.

Bagmon stood up and bowed to everyone, smiling.

Vile, nasty, Mr. Crouch called out to Dumbledore, just as Bagmond had emerged from the dungeon. Still angrily, he said, Rockwood did offer him a job... Ludwig. The day Bagmon joins us will be a miserable day for the Ministry...

At this point the dungeon disappeared again. This memory is really long...

Fan Lin rubbed his temples, the most important part should be coming soon, the part of Barty Crouch Jr., maybe he should be more detailed.

When the picture reappeared, Harry found himself and Dumbledore still sitting next to Mr. Crouch, but the atmosphere was very different. It was eerily quiet here, except for a frail and slender witch sitting next to Mr. Crouch, sobbing.

Suddenly, Harry found a figure beside him.

Fan Lin, where were you before?

Above. Fan Lin also pointed to the ceiling.

You never came in?

No, I observed here the whole time, this should be the third memory, Yigo Karkaroff, a cowardly Death Eater, Ludo Bagmon, a capricious person kept in the dark, at last……

Last what? And, you know, Professor Snape...

I know, Harry, but you just need to remember one thing, Dumbledore believes in him. Fan Lin said, Let's continue reading, this is the most critical part.

Harry nodded, and he looked back again.

The witch next to Crouch seems to be in a bad shape. His trembling hands clutched a handkerchief over his mouth.

Harry looked up at Crouch, who seemed even more haggard, paler than before, with a twitching tendon in his temple.

Bring them in, he said, his voice echoing in the silence of the dungeon.

The corner door opened again. This time six dementors escorted a group of four people in.

Harry saw people in the crowd looking up at Mr. Crouch, some whispering.

The Dementor placed the four of them on each of the four chained chairs. Of the four, a stocky man looked blankly at Klaus, and a man who was slightly thinner and more nervous looked around at the crowd. A woman sat on a chair as if it were a throne; she had thick, black hair, and eyelids thick as lids.

This is Bella! Bellatrix Lestrange! Fan Lin said, he could only recognize such a person. A child was born.

Who is that?

Sirius' cousin, a branch of the Black family. Fan Lin said, In fact, except for Sirius, the entire Black family is a loyal supporter of Voldemort.

Harry felt that his brain was not enough, So, they are all Death Eaters?

Harry pointed to the four of them.

That's right, that's all, and it's much crazier than Karkaroff. Fan Lin said.

Next to Bella was a ten-year-old boy. He didn't look so stiff but he was hairy, with messy hair hanging down his face, and a few freckles on his milky white skin.

At the sight of him, the thin witch beside Mr. Crouch began to fidget and cry into her face with her handkerchief. Crouch stood up. He looked down at the four people in front of him, with pure hatred on his face.

You have been brought before the court of the wizarding world, he said clearly, to be sentenced for your heinous crimes—

Dad, said the grass-haired teenager, Dad... please...

—we have never heard of such horror, said Mr. Crouch, raising his voice over his son's.

We have heard the testimony of others. The four of you are accused of having captured an Auror - Frank Barton - and cast the Cruhiltus spell on him because you suspected he knew of your ignorance. Where is the master who was exiled to—

That's Neville's father. The Longbottoms were tortured mad by Bella's Cruciatus Curse. Fan Lin explained.

Harry stared blankly at the venue, he thought of Neville, that cowardly boy, now his murderer of his parents was here, and Mr Crouch's son...

Mr. Crouch's... son...

Dad, I didn't! the boy trembled in the chain. I didn't, I swear, Dad, don't throw me to the dementors—

You're also accused, roared Mr. Crouch, of putting the Cruhilters spell on Frank Barton's wife. Because he wouldn't tell you what you wanted to know. You also plan to have him - 'The Man' - regained strength. I now ask the jury to-

Mom! screamed the boy below, and the woman sitting next to Crouch, more disturbed, sobbed loudly. The boy yelled, Mommy, stop him, Mommy, I didn't do it, it wasn't me!

I'm asking the jury now, cried Mr. Crouch, to put up your hands, if they believe like I do, that these prisoners deserve life sentences in Azkaban.

In unison, the witches and wizards on the right hand side of the dungeon all raised their hands. There was thunderous applause from the auditorium, and their faces were full of satisfaction.

The boy started screaming, No! Mom! No! I didn't do it, I didn't do it, I don't know! Don't let him send me there! The dementor came in. The other three stood up quietly from their seats.

The one called Bellatrix Lestrange looked up at Crouch and shouted: The Dark Lord will come back, Crouch! Lock us up in Azkaban, we wait! He He will come to save us again. He will reward us more than anyone else, because only we are the most faithful! Only we will go to him!

But the boy was still struggling to get the dementors to let him go, though Harry could see their ruthlessness and strength starting to overwhelm him.

People were laughing at them, some even stood up.

Bellatrix Lestrange was out, and the boy was still struggling.

I'm your son! he yelled at Crouch, I'm your son!

You're not my son! roared Mr. Crouch, his eyes wide open. I have no son!

The thin witch gasped and fell heavily on the seat, and she passed out.

But Mr. Crouch didn't seem to see it. Take them away! Crouch snarled at Demented, spitting. Take them away and let them rot there!

Daddy, Daddy, none of my business! No! No! Daddy, please!

The boy's voice became farther and farther away, and Harry kept moving his eyes between Mr. Crouch and the door in surprise.

If possible, Harry would rather believe that this is not true. Fan Lin said before that memories can be read and modified...

Not surprisingly, this should be Karkaroff's condition. Fan Lin said, The condition used to escape from Azkaban, but this should not be presided over by Crouch.

Fan Lin cast his gaze to Crouch's right side.

Soon, he found some familiar figures there, such as Cornelius Fudge and Umbridge's old toad.

It is conceivable that they are more willing to see Crouch step down than anyone else. If Crouch still maintains this momentum, then the position of the Minister of Magic will not be a problem at all.

This is not in Fudge's interest.

And Barty Crouch Jr., as a condition for Karkaroff's release from prison, naturally made Fudge extremely satisfied.

However, Crouch is really too ruthless.

Crouch's high pressure has never been relaxed, whether it is from work or from home.

He was a little pitiful, his own child wanted to die, so naturally he had to pay for it with things.

With his wife's life and the position of the Minister of Magic, but now, this has caused even greater resentment. The one Barty Crouch Jr. wants to kill the most is Barty Crouch.

It's a bad cycle.

He died in the end, didn't he? Harry asked. Sirius told me that the kid... I didn't want to believe it at first, but...

It's very impactful, isn't it? Fan Lin smiled, Crouch's cruelty is far beyond your imagination, Harry.

It's really cruel. Harry thought of the things Sirius had said to himself, and Mr. Crouch's son ended up dying in Azkaban.

But what is the point?

these memories.

Maybe some of these people have already absconded. Fan Lin said.

Absconding? Animagus?

I don't know. Fan Lin said, However, this is not the only way to get out of Azkaban.

what else?

Only the dead can escape the search of the dementors, Harry. Fan Lin said suddenly, But...

Dead people? That's impossible... Harry shook his head. Deaths caused by dementors suck even souls. I've seen them.

Fan Lin didn't talk, but just looked at the chaos here. This is obviously the Wizengamot, the highest court of the Ministry of Magic, but at this moment, under the celebration of Fudge's party, it was like a loud opposition. corner alley.

Moody didn't know what he was talking to Dumbledore, but it seemed that Moody was in a good mood.

The powerful Death Eaters have all been arrested, and the era of Voldemort has truly passed. This is indeed something worth celebrating, and even Dumbledore seems a little more relaxed.

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