Train to Another World.

Chapter 570 Trial
Voldemort rarely had a low point in his life. Harry bounced back the Killing Curse once, but he was defeated decently that time. Dumbledore found his stolen goods in the Wood Orphanage once.

But no matter what time it was, it was never like this time, where I was hung upside down naked in the air with my mouth sealed, and a crazy woman who kept screaming was holding a camera and taking pictures of me...

Li Zhuoguang did this deliberately, in order to dispel the enchantment. Just like his roommate in college who was a dog-licker, he was so upset when he was dumped by a girl.

Li Zhuoguang couldn't bear to watch this, so he paid for him to go to the most expensive business KTV in the area. A row of long legs in evening gowns stood in front of him for him to choose from, and each of them was much more beautiful than his goddess.

That night, the licker felt the feeling of being licked, and lost himself in the voices of "good brother" and "handsome guy". When Li Zhuoguang took him away, he was still in a dreamy state.

When he saw his former goddess again the next day, he had no worries and even felt a little bored.

The same principle applies. If Voldemort, wearing a black robe and holding a magic wand, stood here, even if Li Zhuoguang told everyone that he had just been resurrected and was still very weak, no one would have the energy to fight him.

But when he saw Voldemort like this, the dark cloud that had lingered in his heart for decades began to dissipate.

But someone was obviously concerned about something else: "Why don't we treat Mr. Crouch's wound first?"

Li Zhuoguang waved his hand, and Barty Crouch Jr. landed in front of everyone: "He is Barty Crouch Jr. who drank the Polyjuice Potion. Yes, he is the one who should have died in Azkaban. It seems that Mr. Barty Crouch has done a lot of wrong things in private.

After giving him some truth serum, everything will become clear. He is not the protagonist today."

Li Zhuoguang glanced at the crowd, and Wei Changfeng understood what he meant. He took the lead and stood up, saying to everyone: "Before the trial begins, we need to hear about Voldemort's evil deeds first."

Lucius gritted his teeth and took the lead. The former Death Eaters who came with Lucius immediately followed suit when they saw that the well-known fence-sitter had taken the lead in the charge.

"I am Lucius Malfoy from the Malfoy family. I was once controlled by Voldemort with the Imperius Curse. I saw with my own eyes that Voldemort..."

"I am Thomas Flint of the Flint family. I was once controlled by Voldemort with the Imperius Curse. I prove that he..."

"I am from the Selwyn family..."

"I am from the Travers family..."

Countless Death Eaters who were proven to be "controlled by the Imperius Curse" stood up and began to accuse Voldemort of atrocities. The people of the Wizengamot also reacted at this time, and they were brought here by the sudden appearance of the house elves with a premeditated plan.

But none of this matters anymore. There are white wizards and there are black wizards. There were white wizards in the past, there are black wizards now, and there will be black wizards in the future. There are very few people in the British wizarding world, and everyone is more or less related by blood. The fight between black and white wizards is relatively mild, but this Voldemort wants to overturn the table and break the class solidification.

It doesn't really matter if he flips the table. After all, it's only natural to harm others and benefit oneself. The so-called Sacred Twenty-Eight Clans were not established until 1930. Classes are not eternal. But later, Voldemort became a madman, a madman who killed people wantonly. Even the people around him thought he had a big problem.

A psychopath, a powerful and moody psychopath, is beyond the range of what everyone can accept. The dead Voldemort is the good Voldemort. His existence has threatened all wizarding groups equally.

At this moment, Harry, who was standing next to Li Zhuoguang, couldn't help but take a step forward: "I am Harry Potter, Voldemort killed my parents!"

The accusations of the others were performances that they had memorized long ago, but Harry's accusation made everyone present feel his gushing anger.

As if a switch had been turned on, the members of the Wizengamot looked at each other, then took out their wands and pointed them at themselves. The various robes were transformed from their original forms and transformed into solemn and dignified red robes, with a W-shaped badge shining brightly on their chests.

A patch of red suddenly appeared, and everyone seemed to be in the Wizengamot's courtroom, causing the accusations that were rising one after another to suddenly stop.

At this time, a lazy voice sounded: "I accuse Voldemort of exposing his body in public, which is immoral."

There was a pause.

"Puff!" Someone couldn't help laughing, and gradually, more people laughed. Voldemort, who was hung in the air like a boiled chicken, no longer felt oppressed.

The crimes committed by Voldemort were too numerous to count, so the accusation process was long, but the trial process was short because there was no dispute at all.

In a place where using the Unforgivable Curse on a living person can be sentenced to life imprisonment, Voldemort is definitely dead, and thanks to the fact that the most serious punishment here is the death penalty, Voldemort will not suffer too much. A member of the Wizengamot proposed that according to tradition, the Dementors would perform the Dementors' Kiss.

But this proposal was rejected by Li Zhuoguang. The people present did not look down on Li Zhuoguang because he was a little wizard. Everyone knew that Senator Wei was just his housekeeper. Even if he was forbidden to make suggestions because he was not a member of the Wizengamot, he could still speak through Senator Wei, so why bother?

"So what suggestions does Mr. Li have?"

"The night is long and dreams are many. Execute him on the spot and destroy his soul."

Li Zhuoguang's proposal won the approval of most people. After all, Voldemort had died twelve years ago, and no one knew why he was able to be resurrected twelve years later.

If we continue to get bogged down in red tape, who knows what kind of trouble will arise.

They did it right away, but who would carry out the execution was a problem for everyone. It was easy to kill the defenseless Voldemort today, but who knew if there were any loyal Death Eaters still at large. After all, Malfoy Manor was attacked by Death Eaters last year.

Li Zhuoguang looked at their various expressions and curled his lips in disdain. Even the upper echelons were mostly cowards. No wonder Voldemort could stir up trouble here.

It was Li Zhuoguang who spoke again: "I have heard of a prophecy. The original text is roughly 'The one who has the power to conquer the Dark Lord is approaching. He was born in a family that has defeated the Dark Lord three times. He was born at the end of the seventh month. The Dark Lord marked him as a strong enemy, but he has a power that the Dark Lord does not understand. One must die at the hands of the other, because both cannot live. Only one survives.'"

Many people present were familiar with this prophecy because it had been fulfilled once.

"Since the prophecy has given the answer, we just need to execute it according to the prophecy."

Li Zhuoguang looked at Harry: "Do you remember the Christmas present I gave you?"

Harry nodded nervously. "Yes, but I buried it in the ..."

"Buried behind your aunt's house." Li Zhuoguang produced a gun like a magician. "I dug it out for you last time I came to see you. This year the situation was too complicated, so I didn't have time to prepare a Christmas present for you. I think it's not too late to make up for it now."

Li Zhuoguang took out a bullet, pulled the chamber, put it in the magazine, and then returned it to its original position. After opening the safety, he handed the pistol to Harry.

Li Zhuoguang hooked his finger, and Voldemort flew in front of Harry. Harry was so scared that he wanted to retreat, but Li Zhuoguang held his back and said, "Don't be afraid of missing the target, just point it at his head and shoot. He hates Muggles the most in his life, so using Muggle weapons to end his life is undoubtedly the most satisfying way."

Although he did not receive the same treatment as Dudley at Petunia's house, he could still watch TV and knew the basic usage of a pistol. So he tremblingly put his finger on the trigger and aimed at Voldemort's bald head.

"The hatred of annihilating a family is irreconcilable, and it cannot be washed away even by pouring three rivers of water. You are about to get your revenge, you should not be afraid, but feel happy." Li Zhuoguang held Harry's hand to stop him from trembling, and put the muzzle of the gun tightly against Voldemort's forehead.

At this moment, Harry also remembered that he should have had a happy family with parents accompanying him as he grew up, but because of this person in front of him! Everything was ruined!

Bang!
The trigger of the pistol was more sensitive than Harry had expected. He pulled the trigger unconsciously in a state of excitement, and before he could fully prepare himself mentally, he shot Voldemort in the head.

Li Zhuoguang also waved his hand and took away Voldemort's soul fragments without leaving a trace, and ignited Voldemort's body with Fiendfyre. Of course, Skeeter was recording the whole process.

She now understood why the major shareholder asked her to bring a camera with the largest capacity.

The power of the Fiendfyre was great. In just a few breaths, Voldemort's body was reduced to ashes. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Is this the end?

Li Zhuoguang took the gun from Harry's hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Revenge is like this, you get nothing but emptiness. But emptiness is more comfortable than being burned by the flames of hatred day and night. You will get used to it after a while."

Li Zhuoguang turned to the crowd and said loudly: "This matter is over. Now let's move on to the second topic."

The members of the Wizengamot heard these familiar words.

Come again? !
(End of this chapter)