"With cunning criminals, we have no choice!" one Auror said. "Reporter Skeeter, why don't you listen to Mr. Alex's testimony?"
"Alex, repeat everything you just confessed!" the Auror ordered.
"I... my name is Alex Wood. I work for Murphy Darkholme. I..." Alex twitched hazily in his chair. "I made potions for him, and sold the potions to, to M-Mug..."
"Muggles!" the Auror corrected. "Veritaserum has made him a little unclear, but that does not affect the truth of his testimony. Murphy Darkholme, do you have anything else to say?"
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Murphy frowned, looked at Alex, then at Barty Crouch, and finally turned his gaze to Kingsley Shacklebolt. "This is what you call testimony? Captain Shacklebolt?"
"What? Are you still trying to deny it?"
Murphy took a step forward and was stopped by an Auror. He looked at Alex. "Let me ask you, where did you make the potions, and how did you sell them to Muggles?"
"I... I don't know... I don't know..."
"Then what evidence do you have to prove everything you said?"
"I... I don't know, I don't know..."
Alex suddenly grabbed at his chest. "It hurts... my chest hurts so much..."
"Didn't you say I was selling potions to Muggles? How did I sell them, and how much did I sell? What evidence do you have?" Murphy pressed on.
"I don't know, I don't know. They didn't tell me..." Alex suddenly began struggling violently. "It hurts! It hurts! Help! Help..."
"Murphy, you..." Kingsley thought Murphy had done something to Alex and was just about to shout at him.
But Murphy shouted even faster than he did, "What did you do to him! Stop it! Are you trying to silence him?!"
Kingsley froze.
Me, silence him?
Why would I silence him?
But Alex's struggles grew more