Just a Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor

"But I said, I don't know at all!" Bagman widened his round blue eyes and shouted anxiously amid the booing. "I don't know at all! Rookwood is my father's friend... I never thought he was a subordinate of You-Know-Who! I thought I was collecting intelligence for our people! Rookwood has always said that he would find a job for me in the Ministry of Magic... After I retire from the Quidditch team, you know... I can't be chased by Bludgers all my life, right?" There was a burst of laughter in the audience. Even in the trial, he was still very good at livening up the atmosphere. As a bystander, Sherlock frowned at this time. "Rookwood? Is he the Death Eater lurking in the Ministry of Magic that Karkaroff exposed in order to reduce his sentence?" Moody said gruffly. "Yes, it was just bad luck that Bagman encountered such a thing. After Karkaroff exposed Rookwood, the Ministry of Magic did not take action against him immediately, but sent Aurors to monitor him for a while, hoping to get more information from him."

"At this time, Bagman happened to be looking for a way out for his retirement from the British Quidditch national team. He took advantage of his father's relationship with Rookwood to get in touch with him, hoping to become an employee of the Ministry of Magic through him."

"Then, he was noticed by the Aurors who were following him, and he was arrested on the charge of engaging in Death Eater activities."

Dumbledore also looked at Bagman who was still defending himself on the iron chair and said softly.

"But his luck was not bad enough. Some time before he was arrested, he had just led the British Quidditch national team to achieve results far beyond the previous history in the World Cup. So except for Barty who was in a bad mood recently, the people on the jury were very tolerant of him."

The result was just as Dumbledore said. After Bagman finished his self-defense, a simple show of hands was held on the scene.

In the end, most of the jury members thought Bagman was not guilty. He was just unlucky. He had no connection with the Death Eaters before.

Sherlock watched the whole trial and didn't feel anything wrong, so he shook his head, dispelled his doubts, and asked Dumbledore to fast forward to the next one.

Just as Dumbledore tapped his wand to change the scene in the courtroom, his eyebrows suddenly raised and he said with a strange look.

"Aha, some things are just so coincidental."

Sherlock and Moody looked at him with confusion. When they were about to ask what this meant, a figure suddenly appeared silently beside the three of them.

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

"Harry? How did you get in?"

Harry didn't know whether 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 courtroom around him, and then looked at Sherlock, Dumbledore and Moody who were staring at him.

"I, I don't know either, Professor. I wanted to talk to Professor Dumbledore about something, and then I saw a stone basin on the table, and it sucked me in..." Dumbledore smiled and comforted him. "Relax, Harry. Although I don't know how you know the password to my office, let's finish reading this memory first, and then talk about other things." It was still the trial court, but this time a new jury was replaced again. Crouch, who was still the chief judge, looked more haggard than before. He looked like he had aged dozens of years overnight. He looked very tired. Next to him sat a haggard, thin 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; another thin man looked more nervous, his eyes were looking straight at the audience; a woman with thick black hair and long eyelashes, her eyes were cold, and she looked at the wizards sitting on the high platform with a sarcastic smile at the corner of her mouth. There was also a young man in his twenties who looked completely petrified, trembling all over, with straw-colored hair scattered on his face and freckled skin as pale as paper.

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

His change was clearly felt by Harry standing beside him. Harry looked at Sherlock tremblingly. He had never seen Professor Forrest show such a terrible expression.

Three of the four people being tried were Sherlock's acquaintances.

The straw-haired young man who seemed to be petrified was Barty Crouch Jr., who had been undercover in the Ministry of Magic when he went back to the past, and had tricked him and Eddie countless times, and was then killed by him personally.

The witch who sneered was Bella, and the thinner and nervous wizard next to her was her husband Rodolphus Lestrange.

Each of these three people had a mortal feud with Sherlock, especially Bella!

Looking at the pale young man, the frail witch next to Crouch began to sway back and forth, sobbing with a handkerchief covering her mouth.

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

"You are brought before the Committee on Magical Law to be sentenced," he said clearly, "Your crimes are so heinous -"

"Father," Barty Jr. begged, completely lacking the calmness and confidence Sherlock had seen him with in the Ministry of Magic, "Father... please..."

"--It's rare in the cases heard by this court." Crouch raised his voice, drowning out his son's voice, "We have heard the accusation against you. The four of you kidnapped an Auror, Frank Longbottom, and used the Cruciatus Curse on him, trying to find out the whereabouts of your master, the mysterious man, from him-"

"Father, I didn't!" Barty Jr., who was tied to the chair, screamed, "I didn't, I swear, father, don't send me back to the Dementors-"

"The accusation also says," Crouch roared, "Frank Longbottom refused to provide information, so you used the Cruciatus Curse on his wife, and you conspired to make the mysterious man come back. "Mother!" Barty cried, and the thin witch next to Crouch sobbed and rocked back and forth, "Mother, stop him, Mother, I didn't do those things, not me!" "Now I ask the jury to vote," Crouch said loudly, "If you think that these crimes should be sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban, please raise your hands!" The wizards on the right side of the court raised their hands in unison, and the audience around them applauded as they did during the trial of Bagman, but this time they had cruel expressions of victory on their faces.