Hogwarts: Forbidden Son of the Black and White Lord

Chapter 157 The Stinky Barty Crouch Jr.

Walking on the road leading to the No. [-] council hall, Professor Snape always felt a little strange, although he himself hadn't been here too many times.

However, as one of the most trusted people of Augustus, Professor Snape still came here many times to have secret discussions with some so-called senior officials.

Relying on his excellent memory, Professor Snape was [-]% sure that the Ministry of Magic now is absolutely different from before.

It's not those black-robed law enforcement officers who are constantly patrolling, nor are they those ferocious black wizards who don't seem to be serious at first glance.

It's the atmosphere here. Although there are no decorations of skeletons or other horror elements, there is always a strange feeling.

This feeling is also very simple to explain, that is, it is too dark. Could it be that the entire Ministry of Magic is so poor that it can't even afford lighting equipment?

On this narrow passage, Professor Snape hardly saw anything for lighting, the entire passage was shrouded in pitch blackness.

Professor Snape could only use the Illuminating Charm while slowly moving forward.

As the stench became stronger and stronger, Professor Snape was sure that he was getting closer to the person he wanted to see.

After pushing open a luxurious metal door, Professor Snape came to the most luxurious parliament hall in the entire Ministry of Magic.

The parliament hall is composed of three floors, the bottom floor is the rostrum, plus a circle of luxurious single seats.

The rostrum is located in the center of the entire parliament hall, and the luxurious single seats are spread out around it, and the rostrum is facing the gate of the parliament.

The second level should be the position of the next-level councilors. Their seats no longer have luxurious decorations, but simple single seats, and they sit on very simple solid wood chairs.

The top floor should be where the lowest-level councilors sit, and their seats are no longer individual seats, but rows of folding stools.

The entire parliament hall is extremely high, with a full height of six floors. At the same time, the ceiling also adopts a special dome structure, and the circular dome is painted with exquisite murals.

And those murals are old but still colorful, and under the blessing of magic and alchemy, they still silently tell the glorious history of the British Ministry of Magic,

Right above the seats on the third floor, there is a circle of magic light bulbs for lighting, but for some unknown reason, all of these light bulbs were extinguished.

Only the fluorescent materials used on the murals are left behind, and the little glimmers emitted add a touch of strangeness to the dim environment.

And the imaginary councilors had long since disappeared, and there were only a few people empty in this majestic building with a huge space.

They were Mr. Cornelius Fudge behind the rostrum, and several law enforcement officers in black robes scattered around him.

Most of them were very familiar to Professor Snape, and many of them could be called his colleagues before.

Among them, the two with the most unique shapes are Barty Crouch Jr., who are respectively located on the left hand of Mr. Cornelius Fudge.

At this moment, his appearance was still very handsome, but his body seemed to have suffered some trauma, especially his back should have been seriously injured, because Professor Snape observed that the other party was a little hunched.

The lady at the right hand of Mr. Cornelius Fudge is the now notorious Bella Lestrange.

This lady is also heavily in debt now. According to the information that Professor Snape has, at least half of the more than [-] wizards who were executed were done by this crazy woman herself.

But now the other party was looking at him madly, with disdain and ridicule in his eyes, but also a little surprise.

"Severus, I probably haven't told you what to do. Your mission is to stay by your master's side."

"Although I know that you are no longer loyal to me, I still hope that you can handle things well, otherwise you will meet the wrath of the Dark Lord."

Mr. Cornelius Fudge on the rostrum spoke first, his voice was low and hoarse, although Mr. Fudge's voice could still be heard.

But if you distinguish carefully, there seems to be another person's voice hidden under the surface voice.

Facing Mr. Fudge's questioning on the rostrum, Professor Snape did not answer. He cast his eyes on the center of the parliament hall.

It is usually where the defendant sits. In the normal work of the Ministry of Magic in the past, this is usually the place where the inauguration ceremony of the new Minister of Magic is held.

Other than that, the only time it would work here was on the last working day of Christmas every year, when all members of the Wizengamot Council would check the list of wizards to be executed here.

All regular councilors, lifetime councilors and reserve councilors must attend the most important trial of the year to demonstrate the Ministry of Magic's restraint on public power.

But the person sitting in the defendant's seat is just a thin young man, and the other party seems to have been treated very cruelly.

Now he just leaned back on the chair, staring at the sky with inhalation but not exhalation, leaving only a dull look in his eyes.

"It seems that you still need to use this despicable method to cover up your own weakness. The life of that small town person still cannot compensate your broken soul."

"Are you sure you can live to the day when you meet Augustus face to face? You have to know that the other party is still a child, and he is growing every day."

"He is still four full years away from becoming an adult. I really can't imagine what kind of state you will use to face the adult Augustus on that day."

After seeing that the man in the defendant's seat was almost impossible to be rescued, Professor Snape mocked without raising his eyes.

This ridicule made the men in black immediately excited, and the most representative of them were Barty Crouch Jr. and Bella's lackeys.

Barty Crouch Jr. dragged his injured back, still showing his iconic crazy smile, seeing that this was the professor sternly yelling.

"You are a coward who betrayed your master. You just borrowed the power of the so-called Dumbledore to resurrect a puppet who no longer loves you."

"For a woman who has married someone else, who is that person he married, oh, or your deadly enemy."

"You said you..."

Just when the other party wanted to continue to stink, Professor Snape raised his head expressionlessly, and glanced at the mocking expression on the other party's face.

Without hesitation, he took out his wand, aimed at Barty Crouch Jr. and shouted loudly.

"avadakedavra Avada Kedavra!"