As your vision fades to black, you also feel a strange, tickling sensation, as if someone were scratching at your brain with sharp nails. You try to resist the pull to darkness, but in the end, you succumb to the inky black.
...
You awaken, confused with a low ringing in your ears. Looking around, you see that you are confined to a small iron cell suspended in the air. Above you are floating creatures in dark robes. You try to recall how you got here. What is this place?
...
Who are you?
A loud voice booms out, "We call to order this trial of the criminal, . We are commissioned to determine this 's fate, being struck by their own Oblivate, while attempting to rob or otherwise infiltrate Gringotts for, no doubt, nefarious purposes. I move to vote for a life sentence in Azkaban."
You do not understand what this voice is talking about. But apparently the others in the room do, as they all raise their hands in agreement.
Your adventure ends here.