Train to Another World.

Chapter 569 Big News

Maybe it was because he had practiced it many times in private, or maybe this was the value of the 120-year-old graduates. Crouch Jr. quickly finished the preparation of the initial soup, and then threw the crown into the soup.

"Father's bones, donated inadvertently, can give your son rebirth!" Old Riddle's bones were poured from the cloth bag into the pot, helping his son for the first time.

"The flesh of a servant, donated voluntarily, can bring your master back to life." Crouch Jr. took out a dagger, and with a sharp movement of the knife, he burned his elbow. The intense pain made Crouch Jr. tremble, and there was a faint sign of escaping the Imperius Curse.

But Li Zhuoguang used a little force to calm him down. Then, he looked at Harry, and his empty eyes frightened Harry.

Li Zhuoguang patted his shoulder and pierced his fingertips before he could react. A few drops of blood were floated up by Li Zhuoguang and thrown into the pot.

At this time, a stream of white steam rose from the crucible, as if something was brewing inside. Li Zhuoguang waved his hand and released his control over Crouch Jr.

Crouch fell to the side immediately, but when he saw the completed ritual, he laughed hoarsely even though he was lying on the ground, not caring at all about his bleeding arm. Li Zhuoguang stopped the bleeding for him and immobilized him again.

Li Zhuoguang saw that the fire was almost ready, so he called out, "Kreacher!"

"I'm here, Master." The wrinkled Kreacher appeared beside Li Zhuoguang.

"Follow the original plan."

"Yes, sir." Kreacher bowed to Li Zhuoguang and then disappeared.

But soon, crackling sounds were heard one after another around them. It was house elves one after another, but they did not come alone. Each house elf brought a wizard with him, and after bringing someone here, they immediately teleported away to bring another person.

Li Zhuoguang explained to Harry: "I borrowed the house-elf from Hogwarts."

Harry looked up and found that many people had come, many of whom were older wizards. Harry felt that they looked familiar, and many of them seemed to have been there during the special open day a few days ago.

The remaining younger ones looked a little unfamiliar, but Harry still recognized Lucius Malfoy and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

Lucius was explaining something to a woman in extravagant clothes. Harry recognized her as Rita Skeeter, the reporter from the Daily Prophet who had interviewed him before.

He had been interviewed before, and the other party had vowed that the content of their interview would be published in the newspaper, but Harry had not seen anything related to him in the recent issues of the newspaper.

This time Skeeter didn't seem to come empty-handed. He was holding a huge camera in his hand. Harry had seen a similar camera at Colin's place, but the one in Skeeter's hand was even bigger.

Mr. Weasley walked towards Lucius. He was just wondering why Harry and Li Zhuoguang were taken away by Barty Crouch. But then, a house elf suddenly appeared and brought the couple here.

As soon as he arrived, he saw Lucius Malfoy. Combined with the fact that Malfoy had just left halfway through the game, Mr. Weasley intuitively thought that Lucius was a pervert and was up to some conspiracy again.

But then he saw Rita Skeeter who was with Lucius, and he became a little uncertain again. Although the Weasley family hated her because Skeeter had been publishing articles in the Daily Prophet that slandered Dumbledore for many years.

But we have to admit that the other party is indeed a reporter from the Daily Prophet. Even if the Death Eaters want to do something bad, why would they bring their own reporters? Do they have to expose themselves?
Mr. Weasley tried to keep his tone friendly: "Lucius, what is going on?"

Lucius pointed around and said, "At least two-thirds of the Wizengamot members are here. Don't you understand?" Mr. Weasley was slightly stunned. "Trial? Trial of whom?!"

Lucius pointed in the direction of the crucible. "Over there, I've staked my entire fortune on it. Come on, Arthur, come closer. You're here because you're here to witness this event on behalf of Dumbledore."

"What? No… I didn't… I mean I can't speak for the professor."

"It doesn't matter. You just need to tell the headmaster what you saw. After all, he still has to stay in Hogwarts to maintain order, and he can't be invited in at will."

Soon everyone noticed the crucible emitting white steam in the center of the venue, and also noticed the person next to the crucible.

"Oh my god, that's Crouch, he's injured and needs help."

"Wait, isn't that the head of the Lee family and Harry Potter? Why are they here too?"

Except for a few people who knew about it and stood behind the crowd pretending to be calm, many people approached the crucible. Lucius patted Skeeter on the shoulder and said, "Drive over there. No matter what you see later, you must record it immediately."

Skeeter nodded firmly.

Skeeter originally thought that the major shareholder wanted her to collect dirt on an enemy when she was asked to come out with him and bring a camera. But as she was teleported here, she saw many members of the Wizengamot were also here.

Immediately, her dog... reporter blood started to burn. She smelled the scent of big news. If it weren't for politeness, she would have squeezed through. Now that she had received the order from the major shareholder, she squeezed through the gap in the crowd like a mad dog out of a cage, holding a huge camera. Her finger was on the shutter, ready to take a snapshot at any time.

After a while, a figure stood up from the crucible. Only a shadow could be seen through the white mist. The figure also felt that there were many people around him, but he himself could not see clearly. However, he was very clear that he was resurrected by the servant.

He waved his hand to fan away the white mist and said, "Death Eaters, bring your master a robe."

But as he finished speaking, he only heard exclamations from the surroundings. As the white mist dissipated, the two sides met face to face. Voldemort was still wondering when the Death Eaters began to age, and then he saw a few familiar faces in the crowd.

How can this be called a Death Eater?! What kind of fool is holding a resurrection ceremony in the Wizengamot?!
"what!!!"

Crack, crack! The high-pitched screams were accompanied by flashes of white light. Skeeter had already realized who the pale, noseless, naked man in front of her was.

She was frightened and screamed immediately, but as a reporter, she kept pressing the shutter button, and subconsciously pointed the camera at Voldemort's lower body. Her subconscious told her that there would be big news there.

The flash of light woke up Voldemort. Even though he didn't have a wand in his hand, he certainly had the ability to cast spells without a wand. However, he had just been resurrected and had no intention of fighting with dozens of Wizengamot members. He turned around and turned into a ball of black mist, preparing for a strategic retreat.

But before he could take off, he was knocked down by a red light and hung upside down in the air in a humiliating manner, showing off his pale and skinny figure.

"Ahem!" Li Zhuoguang cleared his throat and everyone present looked at him.

"I roughly counted and found that more than two-thirds of the Wizengamot members are here. Let's start the trial now. Voldemort, do you plead guilty?!"

(End of this chapter)