William appears in a special room.

The light inside the house was dim, with no windows around, only torches inserted on the wall brackets.

Rows of wizards were sitting on the steps benches around them, with an empty chair in the center of the room and chains wrapped around the armrests.

Next to him, two professors Dumbledore sat side by side.

One of them, Dumbledore, did not move or speak, stared at the corner of the house in the distance, where there was a door.

Another man noticed William, he turned his head slightly, and soon caught another glimpse of Harry who suddenly appeared.

Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked at William with inquiring eyes.

"Harry's scar suddenly hurts." William also looked towards the door.

This is obviously a Ministry of Magic trial, and the memory comes from Dumbledore himself.

Speaking of this, I have to mention Professor Deng’s three new hobbies:

Train the boy who survived the disaster, watch a small movie, and find a new professor of black magic defense.

William has watched the environment of watching small movies with the principal many times.

Like William collecting hair, Dumbledore collected a lot of memories. He was idle and would listen to these past "CDs".

The memory in front of me has been at least ten years. Because Crouch on one side is actually in the trial.

Crouch was marginalized very early, especially after Forge came to power. Since he could judge, it was naturally a memory of a long time ago.

Hearing William's words, Dumbledore looked at Harry with a sharp look, staring at the pair of scars.

"Where is this?" Harry was also shocked when he saw the two Dumbledores.

He looked at Dumbledore in confusion, then at the silent waiting people, and then at William.

"This is my memory, Harry." Dumbledore said calmly.

Crouch suddenly spoke, his face gloomy, and a blue vein twitched on his temple.

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

The door at the corner of the house was opened, and six dementors walked in with four people.

Many turned to look at Mr. Crouch, and several were whispering.

The dementor put the four wizards into four chairs with chains in the center of the dungeon.

One of the short and fat men looked at Crouch blankly; the other thinner man seemed even more nervous, his eyes glancing straight into the audience;

A woman with thick and bright hair and long eyelashes, looking at her arrogant look, she seemed to be sitting on a throne.

There was also a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old who looked completely frightened and trembled all over.

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

"You have been brought before the Magic Law Commission to wait for the verdict," he said clearly, "Your crimes are so bad!"

"Father," said the straw-colored boy, "Father...please..."

William was stunned. He knew what kind of judgment was.

During the summer vacation, because of Albania, Crouch contacted him with Hermione.

At that time, William had investigated Crouch himself.

Crouch's past is not a secret, and older wizards know it, so it is easy to investigate.

His life was roughly divided into two stages.

The first half of my life will naturally be smooth sailing and a winner in life.

He was born into a pure-blood family and had excellent grades when he was in school... He was the chief and the president of the student union.

After graduation, he entered the Ministry of Magic and was promoted all the way. Finally, he competed for the Minister of the Ministry of Magic and his popularity once surpassed his opponent Fuji.

But one thing changed his second half of his life and turned his life into two stages.

After Voldemort's fall, his son Barty Crouch Jr. was accused of being a Death Eater.

The most famous thing Barty did was to kidnap the Longbottoms with the Lestranger brothers and Bellatrix and use the Diamond Spell on them.

It was also after this incident that Crouch's reputation was completely defeated and completely lost to Frog.

At this moment, this was the trial.

"Father, I don't!" the young little Batty screamed, "I don't, I swear-Father! I'm not a Death Eater!"

"Mother!" he shouted again, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do those things, it's not me!"

Little Barty's mother sobbed and shook her body back and forth.

Crouch ignored it and coldly declared the four people to be imprisoned for life.

The dementors walked in slowly and took them down.

"I am your son!" Batty little shouted to Crouch, "your son!"

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

Memory is changing, it is still this dungeon, but the trial is over.

The crowd slowly left the dungeon, but no one left immediately, but secretly looked behind him.

Crouch's wife, the thin witch, was pounding her husband's chest and biting his arms.

"You are murdering my son! You are hurting him!"

"He is not our son, nothing."

Crouch hugged his wife tightly and replied: "He is just a Death Eater. It was a good thing to send him to Azkaban!"

"No," the witch cried and heartbroken. "That's our son.

He is still a child!

What kind of person would send his son to Azkaban, even if he could clearly save him from prison!

Barty, I beg you, let him out! I beg you!"

"You don't know anything!" Crouch shouted, his voice full of pain.

Soon, the crowd disappeared, another memory appeared, and the scene slowly changed.

The dungeon turned into a long black metal corridor, with a pure white cell at the bottom.

There are two dementors at the end of the corridor, and they are holding the cell.

Away from a distance, three wizards stood: Crouch and his wife, and a bald middle-aged wizard.

Although Crouch was very clean, his sideburns were already whiter than the last trial.

His wife was even more aging, and she was thinner and thin, and seemed to be dying.

The voice was clear and vivid - very harsh, like a quarrel, it was the voice of a middle-aged wizard.

"Yes, yes, you came here all the way," he said. "But without the signature of the Minister of Magic, visits are prohibited.

The Ministry stipulates that there are no exceptions.”

After the fall of the Ministry of Magic, Azkaban was imprisoned with a large number of wizards.

The number of dementors is seriously insufficient.

The Ministry of Magic was also worried about the Death Eater Prison, so it sent some wizards to cooperate with the dementors to guard them.

The middle-aged wizard is the warden of Azkaban.

Crouch asked indifferently: "Is his treatment okay?"

"Good enough, single room. Two meals a day," said the warden. "This is not a broken cauldron bar."

"Is my son safe?"

"Safe? He's a Death Eater." The warden said indifferently: "To be honest, those dementors like him the most.

Young, with good memories, very fresh… Your son howled almost every night.

This is far worse than Sirius Black.”

The witch clenched Crouch's arm and his face turned paler.

The warden lowered his voice and said, "To be honest, your son may not last long."

"I asked him to find a therapist at St. Mungo Magic Hospital." Crouch stared at the middle-aged wizard.

"Stop kidding, he's just a Death Eater." The warden sneered.

“However, it may also be approved, and we are separate systems no one will know about it.

Although it takes one or two weeks... or even a month... it depends on it..."

"What do you see?"

"Oh," the warden hurriedly said, "The environment here is so bad."
To be continued...