activa-t Chapter 137 Final Judgment
Chapter 137 Final Judgment
Looking at the crazy face in the picture, even if the other party doesn't know why, the facial features are already extremely distorted.
But through the subtleties, it can still be recognized that the crazy man in the picture is the sole heir of the Black family, Sirius Black.
Just over a year ago, Augustus released the other party on bail through his own means, and now the other party is teaching at Hogwarts, and has basically escaped everyone's vision.
But now, hundreds of pairs of eyes in the entire parliament hall have seen the scene in front of them.
This kind of almost iron-like evidence made the members of the old Barty Crouch faction have no choice but to remain silent.
Almost everyone's eyes turned to Augustus, wanting to see if there was any other way for this young man who had performed miracles many times.
At this moment, Augustus, who had slowly walked to Peter Pettigrew, just lowered his head slightly, and said softly to Peter Pettigrew.
"I know you can hear my voice. I didn't expect you to have this level. It seems that Slytherin is a once-in-a-century genius."
"It really deserves its name. The blood of Slytherin is so strong that a person as excellent as you can be born after a thousand years."
"If your IQ is not so worrying, maybe we can still cooperate, but through the stench on your body."
"I can basically tell what disgusting things you did in Romania, so I must stand on the opposite side with you."
"Relax, my grandfather has a better life to live, and I don't want to disturb his retirement, so you spend this Christmas honestly."
"After the holiday is over, let's have a good duel again. It's still Dumbledore fighting Voldemort. I hope you can present a better performance, Mr. Tom Riddle."
When he said this, Augustus' voice was so soft that no one in the quiet hall could hear what he was saying clearly.
However, this move of the other party made Mr. Cornelius Fudge feel very scared, and he immediately stopped loudly.
"Mr. Dumbledore, please keep a certain distance from the witness. I don't want to see any unfriendly things happen."
"You probably don't want to be in such a solemn place, only your extraordinary ability."
These words caused Augustus to turn his attention slowly to the rostrum again, watching the other party say these words fiercely.
Augustus just said with a chuckle.
"I will not use any violence. I promised an old man that I will never use any deadly violence in the British wizarding world."
"That's why there is such a farce. A group of corpses entrenched at the pinnacle of power, even if they die, they refuse to lie obediently on the ground."
"I have to bring my rotten and smelly body to appear in front of the world again, and use that ghostly posture to still want to occupy power."
"Through this trial, I have really seen you clearly. The me before me has left a place for you in my future plans."
"Thinking about it now, it's too kind. Dead things should be buried in the ground."
When he said these words, Augustus' tone was so light, and his eyes on the rostrum were so cold.
Those pupils that shone with golden light, even though the light emitted was as hot as the sun, but the emotions conveyed from the pupils were as cold as ice.
Just as Augustus said, the way he looked at these people was not like looking at living humans at all, but rotting and smelly corpses.
And just when the atmosphere in the venue reached freezing point, Augustus unexpectedly took out his gold pocket watch, checked the time, and said again to the people present.
"It's now three o'clock in the afternoon, and I think everyone should be a little tired. I don't have any objections to the results of this trial."
"What you want to do next is your business, but I want to remind you that Hogwarts is not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic."
"Why do you all know the reason? According to the previous agreement between Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic, you need to provide us with teaching funds for the next year every year."
"In exchange for gaining nominal jurisdiction over Hogwarts, but I haven't seen that money for two years, as one of Hogwarts' trustees."
"I have joined forces with other members of the school board to draft a circular announcing that Hogwarts has no connection with the British Ministry of Magic."
"This announcement and my announcement today will come into effect officially."
After speaking, Augustus once again took out a roll of exquisite parchment from his sleeve, with a ribbon of four colors tied on it.
On the ribbon there is only a fine lacquered stamp with the Hogwarts crest on it.
After passing the roll of parchment to the rostrum by magic, Augustus returned to the position just now, and left the venue directly with Mr. Weasley.
Mr. Cornelius Fudge, who was standing behind the rostrum, looked at the roll of parchment in front of him with flustered and confused eyes.
He had envisioned many situations, even the worst ones, and he had imagined that Augustus used violence.
How should I seriously refute the other party from the perspective of public opinion, so as to protect the results I have obtained through this struggle.
But what he didn't expect was that the other party didn't seem to be interested in arguing with him at all. It seemed that from the beginning to now,
This carefully set trap has always been their own self-entertainment, if they insist on feeling.
Just like when my son was four or five years old, I saw him pretending to be an adult, playing house with other children, and watching them learn to work as a minister.
Even if they act very seriously and the performance process is very exciting, but as an adult, he will only look at him with the eyes of a bystander.
Without any emotion, and there is no appreciation at all.
An aggrieved feeling kept growing in his heart, causing his face to twist a little, and finally Mr. Cornelius Fudge slammed the gavel in his hand again.
Said loudly in an almost growling tone.
"Sirius Black's parole is immediately revoked, and the Department of Magic Enforcement immediately sends an Auror to arrest him."
"As for Barty Crouch Jr., immediately..."
Just when he was about to continue roaring, the old Barty Crouch interrupted without hesitation and said seriously.
"You only need to call him by his first name. As for his surname, you can do whatever you want, but he is no longer a member of the Crouch family."
While saying this, Barty Crouch the Elder and other young MPs received red invitations one after another from Mr. Weasley who had just left and returned.
They, a small circle of people, seem to be completely indifferent to the Minister of Magic on stage and the trial that will follow.
After accepting the invitation, they also left one after another, as if they didn't care about the outcome of today's debate.
And Mr. Cornelius Fudge, who was double ignored, could only speak in an even more angrily low voice.
"Mr. Crouch will be imprisoned in Azkaban immediately and will never be released. As for Peter Pettigrew, he should have been kissed by a dementor."
"But considering exposing other people's crimes, they will also be imprisoned in Azkaban. All trial results will take effect today, and the meeting will be adjourned."
After the last word, Mr. Cornelius Fudge checked the gavel in his hand again so hard that the handle of the gavel broke.