A Professor of Magic at Hogwarts Chapter 584: Judgment

On the first morning of the Easter holiday, Felix changed into a fuchsia robe for himself, and looked in the mirror for a long time. knew.

He quietly modified some details to make the color of the clothes darker, and finally stretched out his hand to smooth the piece of fabric with the silver letter "W" embroidered on the left chest, and finally it was barely readable.

No way, this dress was given to him when he became a member of the Wizengamot, and it was used for him to attend the official trial.

Felix walked out of the house and went to the principal's office. Knocking on the door, he looked at Dumbledore behind the desk in surprise—he was pale, looked weak and tired, and even had a few more wrinkles on his face.

"Albus, you startled me." Felix said, thinking of many things in an instant.

He carefully recalled that this change seemed to be a gradual transition, it was not obvious at the beginning, and he didn't notice it at all. . But he hadn't met Dumbledore in the past week, and the effect suddenly appeared.

"It's not easy to hide from Voldemort." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Okay," Felix had to admit that he made sense, "I'm afraid that our own people will be scared first..."

The two emerge at the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace in the Headmaster's office.

Felix looked around the resplendent main hall of the Ministry of Magic. He didn't find any traces of the battle in February, but some details did become different from before: the statue of the Magic Brothers fountain in the center of the hall was slightly changed. The change should be that the part that cannot be restored by magic was rebuilt during the renovation.

They came to the golden door at the end of the hall and met Mad-Eye Moody and Professor Marchban waiting for the elevator.

"I've been looking forward to this day!" Professor Marchban turned his back to them and spoke to Moody in a loud voice, "It is necessary to cheer people up, yes, I have noticed that some people have been pessimistic recently, I don't know them What do you think, it's obviously much better than last time."

Moody dug out his ear and said rough, "You're right."

Felix slowed down silently, letting Dumbledore go ahead—"Dumbledore?" "Your face looks terrible! No wonder, the mysterious man has been making trouble outside recently. You are the president of the International Federation of Wizards, so you must be very annoying."

Dumbledore agreed with a smile.

They took the elevator to the ninth floor and walked along a dimly lit corridor. Felix glanced at the black door of the Department of Mysteries at the end of his line of sight and said nothing. Then the group turned to the left side of the corridor. Gap into the downward ladder, and finally came to the tenth floor.

There are voices near the stairs——

"There is no need to adjust the order." Ms. Burns said in a somewhat dissatisfied voice, "Since those people want to listen, let them stay for a few more days." She heard footsteps, looked up and saw several people, Come over with a smile.

Kingsley nodded towards them and left in the opposite direction. The torches on the stone wall dragged his shadow in a long, jumping trajectory, and he finally disappeared behind a heavy wooden door.

Here, Ms. Burns greeted Dumbledore with concern, and then led them to their destination.

"You were talking about other countries' Ministry of Magic just now?" Felix asked.

"Yeah." Ms. Burns snorted through her nose, and said in a low voice, "They are united to exert pressure, and I have to show some gestures. But they, like the observers of the International Federation of Wizards, Only the right to observe, not to speak or vote."

"It's here."

She stopped in front of a gloomy black door, unscrewed the iron handle, and noisy voices came from the dark room.

There were about thirty people inside. Felix narrowed his eyes and found an acquaintance. He walked over, "Damocles?" Potion master Damocles Belby raised his head, first a little surprised, and then showed an expression of sudden realization.

"Of course, you are also a member of the Wizengamot, but you didn't come to the previous gatherings."

Felix chatted with him for a while, and a few wizards sitting on the long bench ran over to greet him, but this place is really not suitable for socializing, so Felix sat next to Belby and spoke with great interest. Staring at the chained chair standing alone in the center.

Felix looked around and found that today's seating is very particular.

The courtroom is surrounded by black light-absorbing stones, and the surrounding light is dimmed, which seems to deliberately create a gloomy and solemn atmosphere. The overall layout of the house is like a sunken platform. Surrounded by benches arranged downwards in a stepped manner, there were some people sitting scattered on three sides. They, like Felix, wore purple robes. These are all members of the Wizengamot.

There are also some reporters holding quills and parchments dotted among them. They appear cautious and low-key, even when they speak carefully. Felix sees Rita Skeeter.

He could find acquaintances on the seats on three sides, but only the last side—that is, the back of the black chair with chains, sat a group of strangers clearly and clearly. Badges and embroidery all showed that they came from different organizations, and Felix knew that these people should be the so-called "observers" of the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

More than ten minutes passed, and people kept coming in.

"Tuk tuk tuk."

The sound of the cane hitting the floor echoed in the room. Felix looked up and saw a man with thick, shaggy hair striding in. The cane kept poking the ground. It was Rufus Scrimgeour.

He walked up to Ms. Burns and whispered something to her, and Burns nodded slightly.

They found their seats and sat down, "We can start now." Scrimgeour's low voice echoed in the courtroom. When Ms Burns became Minister for Magic, he took over the position she vacated and is now Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

According to the usual practice, he is in charge of presiding over this trial.

His words were like a signal. As soon as he finished speaking, the door in the corner opened, and three people walked in. Two tall and burly guards sandwiched a short man into the courtroom. The man was so short that he was lifted in mid-air like a little chicken, constantly tapping the ground with his toes.

The guard stuffed the short man into a chair in the center of the field, then stood on either side. The chains on the ground rose high like snakes, and the man shuddered in fear.

"Not for the time being," Scrimgeour said, and the chain fell obediently to the ground. He began to read a document in a low, emotionless voice: "Bart Hughes, a Norwegian wizard, has been charged with smuggling contraband in his own country and has been linked to two Muggle attacks of which you participated in Attacked the British Ministry of Magic and was caught red-handed. The evidence is strong, the behavior is bad-do you plan to refute these allegations before sentencing?"

The short man seemed stunned and remained motionless on the chair. Felix could understand him. Around him, most of the people were hidden in the darkness, and the flickering torch occasionally showed a static image: pairs of eyes fixed on his face, and then suddenly disappeared.

From time to time, the sound of "rustling" over files can be heard in the air. The psychological pressure brought by these factors is indeed great.

A few seconds later——

"If there is no objection—"

"Wait, wait!" The short man yelled suddenly. He tried to stand up from the chair, but was pushed back by two guards. The chain dragged on the ground also burst into a golden light, and the man curled up in fear. Lean back. He raised a sinister face, and tried to keep his eyes wide open, staring at the firelight reflected on the wall, trying to catch Scrimgeour's position.

He gasped and said: "I have objections, I have! I, I have been under the Imperius Curse——"

Behind him, the group of observers from various countries whispered.

"Nonsense!" cried Scrimgeour, his tawny hair like a lion's mane spiky. "The Ministry of Magic has burglar-proof waterfalls on fireplaces, between floors, which will wash away the effects of spells, If you were really hit by the Imperius Curse, how do you explain that you were knocked down head-on by an Auror from the Ministry of Magic?"

The short man opened his mouth and was speechless.

Scrimgeour raised his head and looked around, "The facts are clear, members of the jury, please raise your hands if you think he is guilty—"

People on the bench raised their arms one after another, and with the help of the dark and flickering firelight in the room, the long strips of their arms stood out very conspicuously. The short man slumped limply on a chair.

"The charge is established. Bart Hughes, you have been sentenced to ten years in Azkaban. After serving your sentence, the British Ministry of Magic will hand you over to the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, where you will continue to commit crimes in your own country. Atonement for the crime!"

"Bang!" The gavel fell heavily.

Bart Hughes was taken away with a distraught look on his face.

After a short chat, the guards brought in several dark wizards one after another. These people were obviously the group that attacked the Ministry of Magic. They didn't waste much time, and they were convicted just like Bart Hughes. Until near noon, the main event came.

Two men who looked somewhat similar were brought in.

"Rabbastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange," said Scrimgeour in a low, angry voice, "was with Bellatrix Lestrange And Barty Crouch Jr. kidnapped a couple of Aurors at the end of the First War, and used the Cruciatus Curse to force them to tell the whereabouts of the mysterious man. Heinous crimes, sentenced to life imprisonment. A year ago from Azkaban He escaped from prison, and then became the minion and accomplice of the mysterious man again, suspected of being related to many riots, and was ordered to attack the Future World Company in Diagon Alley in February. He was caught on the spot, and the evidence is conclusive."

The faces of the two were pale, and the slightly fatter man pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he just made a vague trill from his mouth.

Scringele did not ask the jury to raise their hands this time, and his yellow eyes did not show any warmth, "There is no doubt, gentlemen and ladies, that these two men will be sentenced to life imprisonment, and their names will be the same as theirs. The corpses rot there together."

Another person was brought in.

"Mulciber, Selwyn, Gagson, and Nott, you are charged with the same crimes as the Lestrange brothers, jailbreak, murder, and rioting. According to the law, you will be sentenced to life—"

"Wait, wait!" a voice said suddenly.

The gavel dropped by Scrimgeour hangs in the air, "Selwyn? Do you want to defend yourself, or ask for forgiveness? After doing those evil things?"

"I, I admit, I'm guilty!" Selwyn licked his lips and stammered, "But I hope the jury will give me another chance—I know some names—" The tall man rushed towards him suddenly, "You bastard!" "Guard! Pull him away, pull Gargson away." Scrimgeour roared loudly.

Selwyn cringes in his chair and shrieks, "I'll be a witness!"

"Selwyn!" Gargson yelled as he struggled, "How dare you betray the Dark Lord? Do you think this will be the end? We're just locked up for a while, and he's still outside! Still there Outside!"

"Take them away! Take them away!" Scrimgeour roared. The guards did so, and Selwyn was left alone.

"What do you have to say?" Scrimgeour asked indifferently.

"I—" Selwyn's face was pale, and it was obvious that Gargson's threat before he left was very effective. He said shortly, "You will protect me, won't you?"

"It depends on the weight of your evidence." Ms. Burns said seriously, "The information we have is far beyond your imagination."

Selwyn pursed his lips and said, "I see... I know someone, Umbridge, Dolores Umbridge."

"She was arrested on the same day as you and is currently receiving treatment. And we also know that it was the mysterious person you introduced for her."

Selwyn's eyes widened, his body was crooked, "No, it's not..."

"No?" Scrimgeour snapped, "We have solid evidence! You approached her as a relative and promised her the position of Minister of Magic!"

"Impossible!" Selwyn panicked, his eyes kept moving: "How could you know?" His eyes showed enlightenment, "I see, you must have other undercover agents! Who is he?"

People talked a lot, and they—including those reporters and observers—like sharks smelling blood, they all looked at Ms. Burns and Scrimgeour, but there was no emotion on their faces. But these words successfully attracted the attention of the people present. Has the Ministry of Magic really secretly planted spies long ago? Who will it be?

It's finally here. thought Felix.

Scringele did not answer him, and the trial continued.

"I know two more!" Selwyn gritted his teeth and said, "Avery! Avery is a Death Eater, and his nephew Chesterton."

"They've been arrested, if that's all you know—"

"Wait!" Selwyn struggled with his eyes. He still knew a lot of people, but now he had to come up with some important people and make a final decision. "Snape! Severus Snape!"

"He is out of the discussion, Albus Dumbledore has vouched for him."

"No, you were deceived by him, I promise—"

"Guarantee? With your reputation?" The corner of Scrimgeour's mouth showed sarcasm and ridicule.

Selwyn showed a desperate expression.

In his mind, Snape was definitely the real Death Eater—because Snape had managed to gain the trust of the Dark Lord even though he himself had huge suspicions. It pretty much says one thing, he's more trustworthy than any other Death Eater.

Only the Death Eaters know how terrible the Dark Lord is. If the Dark Lord hadn't repeatedly shown the ruthlessness of his opponents, Selwyn would never have betrayed him.

He stared at Scrimgeour, thinking he was a complete fool. But there was no way, he lost another card in his hand.

"Malfoy! Lucius Malfoy! He's a Death Eater too," he yelled desperately.

There was a mixture of disgust and contempt in Scrimgeour's yellow eyes. He sneered and said: "You are really unlucky~IndoMTL.com~ Someone also vouched for him, this time it was Mr. Felix Heap."

All the people present looked at Felix, and Felix looked back calmly.

The expression on Selwyn's face changed from shock, bewilderment, and disbelief, so that's how it is. He yelled: "He's the spy!?"

It all made sense... the Ministry of Magic was confident in their sources, which meant that the spy was high enough among the Death Eaters that a list of names flashed through his mind, but he never expected it , this person turned out to be Malfoy.

Not only him, most of the people present did not expect it.

The hearts of the invited reporters were pounding with excitement. Rita Skeeter's eyes glowed, and the quill danced in a series of afterimages. Big news, absolutely big news! The patriarch of the Malfoy family is first confirmed to be a Death Eater, and then reversed - he is actually a spy.

And this spy was most likely developed by Felix Hemp, and let Malfoy, who is in charge of the magic world, be a spy... Skeeter trembled with excitement when he thought of the inside story.

The mysterious person will definitely be **** off. She wrote and thought.