HP wants to be boss at Hogwarts

Soon, the dungeon appeared again.Harry and Minnow took another seat, still on the highest bench, but now to Mr. Crouch's left.

The atmosphere seemed very different from before: quite relaxed, even cheerful.The wizards all around were talking to each other, as if they were watching a sports game.

"Young Skeeter?" Mino stretched his head, "She must have never thought that I would send her to Azkaban."

Dumbledore still sat next to Harry and Minnow, changing into a robe.Mr. Crouch looked more tired than before, a little fierce and haggard...

"This is another memory...another interrogation..." Harry whispered.

The door in the corner opened and Ludo Bagman walked in.

But this is not the aging Ludo Bagman, but the Quidditch star Ludo Bagman in his prime.His nose is still intact, he is tall and lanky, and has a strong build.Bagman looked a little nervous as he sat on the chained chair, but the chains did not bind him.Bagman was refreshed. He glanced at the four-seat audience, waved to a few people, and showed a smile.

"Ludo Bagman, you have been brought before the Magical Law Commission to answer the charges against you for your Death Eater activities." Mr. Crouch said, "We have listened to the evidence against you and will now make a verdict. Before the sentence is pronounced, Do you have anything else to say before?"

"Just one sentence," Ludo Bagman smiled unnaturally, "Well - I know I'm a fool -"

One or two wizards on the surrounding seats smiled indulgently.Mr Crouch was unmoved.He looked at Ludo Bagman condescendingly, with seriousness and disgust on his face.

"That couldn't be more true, man." Someone said dryly to Dumbledore behind Harry and Minnow.Looking back, it was Moody sitting there again. "If I hadn't known he'd never been very clever, I'd have said those Bludgers had a permanent effect on his brain..."

"Ludo Bagman, you were captured while passing information to Voldemort's henchmen," Mr. Crouch said. "For this reason, I recommend that you be sentenced to Azkaban for at least -"

But there were angry shouts from all four seats.Several wizards stood up, shook their heads at Mr. Crouch, and even waved their fists.

"Is this an idol?" Mino sighed.

"But I said, I don't know at all!" Bagman widened his round blue eyes and shouted eagerly amidst the cheers, "I don't know at all! Old Rookwood is my father's friend... I Never thought he was You-Know-Who's subordinate! I thought I was gathering intelligence for our people! Luke Wood kept talking about finding me a job at the Ministry of Magic... after I retire from the Quidditch team , you know... I can't be chased by Bludgers my whole life, can I?"

The audience burst into laughter.

"Then let the vote take place," said Mr. Crouch coldly, turning to the right side of the dungeon. "Please note to the jury... a show of hands in favor of the verdict..."

No one raised their hands, and many wizards clapped.One of the witches in the jury stood up.

"What?" Crouch yelled.

"We would like to congratulate Mr. Bagman for his outstanding performance in the Quidditch match against Turkey last Saturday, which brought glory to the British team." The witch said excitedly.

Mr. Crouch looked furious.There was thunderous applause in the dungeon, and Bagman stood up, bowed and smiled.

"Damn it," Mr. Crouch sat down and said angrily to Dumbledore as Bagman emerged from the dungeon, "Rukewood really got him a job... Ludo Bagman came to work. That will be an unfortunate day for the Ministry of Magic..."

The dungeon is gone again.

"How many paragraphs should we watch?" Mino rested his head on Harry's shoulder and looked at the old and new environment.

The two of them and Dumbledore were still sitting next to Mr. Crouch, but the atmosphere was completely different.The room was quiet except for the sobs of a frail witch next to Mr. Crouch.She held a handkerchief to her mouth in trembling hands.Harry looked up at Crouch and found that his face was haggard and grayer than before, and a vein was twitching on his temple.

Mino suddenly became energetic and raised his head.

"It's time to put Mr. Crouch's son on trial."

"What?" Harry was stunned after hearing this.

"Bring it in." His voice echoed in the silent dungeon.

The door in the corner opened again, and six dementors escorted four people in.

Mino shook Harry's arm excitedly: "I want popcorn!"

"No popcorn, just bite me - I was kidding!"

After the dementors placed the four men on four chained chairs in the center of the dungeon, Minnow and Harry stopped fighting and began to watch intently.

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 were so heinous—"

"Father," said the boy with straw-colored hair among the four, "Father... please..."

"—a rare case before this court." Mr. Crouch raised his voice over 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 man who must not even be named - "

"Neville..." Mino pursed his lips.

"Father, I didn't!" the boy tied to the chair screamed, "I didn't. I swear, father, don't send me back to the dementors -"

"The allegation goes on," shouted Mr. Crouch, "that you used the Cruciatus Curse on Frank Longbottom's wife when he refused to provide information. You conspired to revive He Who Must Not Be Named and restore him to his period of power. The violent life you lead. Now I ask the jury—"

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

"I now ask the jury to vote," Mr. 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 dungeon all raised their hands.The surrounding audience clapped as they did during Bagman's trial, with cruel expressions of victory on their faces.The boy started screaming.

"No! Mother, no! It wasn't me, it wasn't me, I didn't know! Don't send me there, stop him!"

The Dementor slowly walked in again.The boy's three companions stood up from their chairs silently. The woman with long eyelashes raised her head and shouted to Crouch: "The Dark Lord will come back, Crouch! Throw us into Azkaban, we will wait. ! He will come back to save us. He will reward us especially! We are the only ones who are loyal! We are the only ones trying to find Him!"

"This is... Bellatrix Lestrange?"

"What? Who?"

"Uh..." Mino counted on his fingers, "our godfather's cousin."

"Sirius's cousin?" Harry was a little surprised.

"You know, the Black family is pure-blood supreme." Mino said calmly.

"I am your son!" he shouted to Crouch, "I am your son!"

"You are not my son!" Crouch shouted, his eyes suddenly protruding outwards, "I don't have a son!"

The skinny witch took a breath and slumped down on the stool.She fainted.Crouch didn't seem to see it.

"Take them away!" he roared at the Dementors, spittle flying everywhere, "Take them away and let them rot there!"

"Father! Father, I did not participate! No! No! Father, please!"

"Damn it, the names are all so long, one is a cutie, and the other is a devil." Mino put his hands on his hips, "Harry, recognize Lestrange's face clearly, and attack her directly next time you meet her, understand. ?"

"Isn't she in Azkaban?"

"Peter Pettigrew could escape Azkaban."

Harry looked understanding.

"Harry, Minnow, I think we should go back to my office." A voice whispered in Harry and Minnow's ears.

"Professor Dumbledore!" Minnow shouted happily, "It's time for us to go out, isn't it?"

Dumbledore smiled and motioned for Harry and Minnow to grab his arms. Then Minnow felt as if he had turned a slow-motion somersault, and his feet suddenly fell to the ground. The surrounding light was dazzling. They were already in Dumbledore. Lido's sunny office.The stone basin gleamed in the cupboard in front of him, with Dumbledore standing beside him.

"Professor," Harry said quickly, "I know we shouldn't—we didn't mean to—the cupboard door was open—Minnow was very curious—"

Minnow stepped on Harry hard with the foot hidden under the wizard's robe.Harry was obviously used to it, and he just squeezed his hands tightly without making any sound.

"I understand," Dumbledore said.He picked up the stone basin and walked to the desk, placed it on the smooth tabletop, then sat down on the chair behind the desk, beckoning Harry and Mino to sit across from him.

"Minnow said this was the pensieve," Harry said as he sat down.

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded and looked at Minnow with a smile, "You are very smart."

In the past, Mino would bow his head humbly, but now Mino: "Oh, I think so too. Thank you Professor for the compliment."

"Sometimes I feel that there are too many thoughts and memories in my mind, so I use it," Dumbledore said. "Suck the excess thoughts out of my mind and pour them into this basin. Take a good look at it when you have free time." Look. You know, it's easier to see their shapes and connections to each other in this state."

Harry nodded somewhat understandingly.

Mino asked very excitedly: "Can you let us have a look?"

"of course."

Dumbledore took his wand out of his robes and inserted the tip into his silver hair, close to his temple.When he pulled out his wand, there was a trace of silvery substance stuck to the tip, the same as the one in the basin.

Dumbledore added this new thought to the basin, held the pensieve in his long hands, and turned it like a gold digger turning a sand table.

"Professor Snape..." Minnow whispered, looking at Snape's face appearing in the basin.

Snape opened his mouth and spoke toward the ceiling, with a slight echo.

"It's back... Karkaroff's too... more obvious, clearer than ever..."

"I can see the connection without help," Dumbledore sighed, "but it doesn't matter." He stared at Harry and Minnow from above the half-moon lenses, "I was using the Pensieve when Mr. Fudge came. I put it away in a hurry, I must have not closed the cabinet door tightly, so it will naturally attract your attention."

Minnow felt that Dumbledore might have done it on purpose.

"Wormtail!" Minnow suddenly remembered the purpose of coming to Dumbledore and shook Harry's arm.

Harry and Minnow began to describe the dream passionately, and even acted out the important parts for each other.

Dumbledore looked very happy.