The Charles Becomes a Wizard

The scrolls were opened one by one, and one secret "story" after another was revealed in public by a man dressed in black. The details, characters and even the time were specific. The feeling that their every move was under the surveillance of others made people feel creepy.

The faces of the wizards who were exposed in public were pale and ugly. Even though the strange man was talking about trivial matters, they could not guarantee whether their secrets that should be hidden in the shadows had been discovered by others based on the accuracy of the information.

"Barty Crouch," Sebastian opened a new scroll. The scrolls that had already been read had piled up into a small mountain in front of him.

"He is currently the Director of the International Magical Exchange and Cooperation Department of the Ministry of Magic. He is a serious person and is fluent in multiple languages. He was once the Minister of Magical Enforcement. When Voldemort led the Death Eaters, he advocated the use of tough measures to deal with them. He was one of the culprits who imprisoned Sirius Black in Azkaban without trial..."

"He was originally the best candidate to succeed the Minister of Magic, but because of his son Barty Crouch..."

Before Sebastian could finish his words, a yellow-green light hit his body. His tall and straight figure swayed, and he fell backwards amid screams and hit the ground heavily.

"Crouch, what have you done!" Amelia Susan Bones turned her head suddenly and looked at her colleague who was holding a wand with an indifferent expression.

"Having done what many people here wanted to do," Barty Crouch put down his wand and said in a terrifyingly calm tone, "How long do you want to listen to his nonsense?"

"We have wasted too much time here. This matter should be handled according to what we have agreed before." He put his hands on the fence, leaned down, and stared at the boy who was still sitting on the trial stand without blinking. "Because of the suspicion of killing multiple wizards, I now think that Ciel Phantomhive is guilty. His wand will be confiscated and he will be exiled to Azkaban!"

"Please raise your hands if you agree with the verdict."

The wizards looked at each other, and after a moment, more than half of them raised their hands.

"Well, now, I will announce the verdict." Barty Crouch said almost impatiently, his pupils shrank extremely small, and his voice couldn't help but tremble.

"So Barty Crouch Jr. is a Death Eater." A clear voice interrupted him.

Ciel picked up the scroll from the ground without knowing when. "Well, let me see what makes you so excited. Oh, using Polyjuice Potion to make his seriously ill wife exchange identities with his son who was trapped in Azkaban, and then using the Imperius Curse to control his son's behavior after rescuing him from Azkaban..."

"Ordered the house-elf Winky to keep watch over her at all times, and even cast a powerful memory charm on Bertha Jorkins who discovered the truth."

"Would you like me to continue reading? Mr. Barty Crouch..."

"By the way, don't accuse me of slandering you. Unlike some people, I'm a person of evidence. If you need, I can arrange for someone to bring your son here."

There was a hint of smile in the boy's voice, but it sounded full of malice to Barty Crouch's ears.

It's over...

It's all over......

When Barty Crouch noticed his colleagues' gazes on him, his mind went blank. He felt as if his spine was pulled out in an instant. He staggered and almost fell off the fence.

No need to ask any more questions, Barty Crouch's performance speaks for itself.

Barty Crouch would never tell anyone this fatal news...

So where did this boy find out from? Or, does he have any evidence against them?

The wizards sitting high on the stage looked at the petite boy on the judgement stand with fear in their eyes. Some of them secretly raised their wands, wondering whether they should do the same as Barty Crouch just now and send the boy directly to Merlin when no one was paying attention.

"Well, next..." Ciel kicked the demon lying on the ground pretending to be dead. "How long are you going to play?"

"Ah, ah..." Under the horrified gaze of the wizards, the man who was hit by the killing curse and should have died let out a low laugh and stood up straight from the ground.

"Master, didn't you handle this very well?" Sebastian frowned slightly as he looked at the dust on his cuffs. "My clothes are dirty."

Ciel rolled his eyes at him: "Who told you to play?"

"This is impossible!" Barty Crouch shouted, and he raised his wand again. "I clearly hit you!"

"How can you still be alive!"

"Ah, why?" Sebastian raised one hand and pinched his chin as if thinking, "Maybe it's because your magic power is not enough to harm me?"

"Impossible!" Barty Crouch waved his wand again, but before he could finish the spell, the target person disappeared in front of him.

"Mr. Crouch, are you looking for me?" A deep voice sounded in my ears.

Barty Crouch turned his head slowly, his body shaking unconsciously, and sure enough, he saw the face that should have been on the judgement stand beside him.

In this courtroom where Apparition was forbidden, no one knew how he suddenly appeared next to Barty Crouch.

"I remember you said you wanted to confiscate the young master's wand?" Sebastian put one hand behind his back, and pinched the top of Barty Crouch's wand with his thumb and index finger of the other hand. Then he exerted a little force, and everyone heard a crisp "click" sound, and the wand that had been with Barty Crouch for many years was cut in half.

The next second, a terrible scream sounded in the courtroom, and it turned out that Barty Crouch's arm was completely turned over.

He held his arm in agony; the intense pain almost made him faint.

"As for Azkaban..." The dark red eyes lightly swept over the wizards around who were on high alert, the devil raised the corners of his lips, and jumped lightly onto the fence.

"I think that place is very suitable for Mr. Crouch to live in his old age. What do you think?" The man who made Barty Crouch suffer asked politely.