Chapter 280: Trial (on)

On August 7th, Lucius applied for a new ruling on the incident of his son Draco in Hogwarts through the Ministry of Magic. At that time, Dumbledore will be present, as well as the witness Old Crouch, Mad Eyed Moody et al.
On this day, the Lucius and his wife rushed to the Ministry of Magic early, crossed a gate and a magnificent hall, and finally took the elevator, all the way up to the tenth courtroom.
It is temporarily empty here.
The wall made of black stone exudes a cold and cold atmosphere. Several torches hanging above flash a faint light, which only achieves the purpose of illuminating. As for the rest of the light, it seems to be dim The stone walls are absorbed in general.
On both sides of the house are rows of empty benches that are gradually rising, which should be the vacancies left for the jury.
In the middle of the room, there is a chair. On the armrest of the chair is a chain of left and right chains. The function is naturally a bondage. These chains will suddenly jump up and bind the person sitting in the middle. .
Lucius and Narcissa found a seat at random, and waited quietly. Narcissa looked anxiously. The delicate face was now haggard. Lucius couldn't help but clenched his wife's. Hand, comfort her.
He looked around. He had escaped his guilt here more than ten years ago, and he has been invited here many times during this decade-of course, as a member of the jury.
Next, the members of the jury successively entered from outside the covert door. Each of them was wearing a fuchsia robe, and a delicate silver "w" was embroidered on the left front chest. Most people Stern expressions hung on his face.
"Relax, Lucius, it will be fine." A middle-aged man sneaked in, patted his shoulder, and comforted him with words.
This is Pansy's father, Hector Parkinson.
"I hope so." Lucius's pale face squeezed a polite smile.
Afterwards the jury was seated one after another.
Today, Lucius’s identity is here as a plaintiff. He wanted to prove that Dumbledore framed his son at the award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament and used his power to slap it. fact.
And Dumbledore will appear on the plaintiff's seat.
Lucius held her silver snake head cane a little nervously, closed her eyes, and waited quietly.
He has spent a lot of thoughts on the establishment of today's lawsuit.
Even if he knew the odds of winning were almost insignificant.
The dark door was suddenly pushed open again, revealing a little light.
Dumbledore walked over calmly and strode, wearing a black and blue robe with a very serene expression on his face,
Looking at the defendant through the half-moon-shaped glasses on the nose bridge of his eagle's nose, his long silver-white beard and hair sparkled under the torch. .
The members of Wisengama whispered and whispered. All eyes were on Dumbledore. Some people seemed annoyed, some seemed a little scared, and the two elderly witches sitting in the back row waved to welcome them.
This is a charming old man, both in terms of temperament and objective appearance.
The old man was followed by several people, mostly Hogwarts teachers.
He Shi Shiran walked to the defendant's chair, and then did not sit down, just glanced around with clear blue eyes.
"The hearing has officially started!" A toad-like female voice rang throughout the room, and many of the wizards present shuddered a few times, causing a lot of goose bumps.
"Interrogator: Dolores Jane Umbridge, Acting Minister of the Ministry of Magic, Amelia Burns, Director of the Enforcement Department of Magic Law, Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius -Weasley—" Percy buried his head and wrote a book.
Mr. Crouch's collapse did not seem to have had a huge impact on his career, and he quickly came out of the shadows.
"Plainer: Lucius Malfoy."
"Defendant: Albus Percival-Woolflick-Brian-Dumbledore!" The female toad-like voices sounded one after another, and Umbridge suddenly coughed violently.
"Ah." She sneezed heavily, and then quickly pulled a pink towel from her cuff and wiped her nose.
"Sorry, I had a cold today. Come and read it," she said, and then handed the parchment in her hand to another lady.
This is a middle-aged woman, a witch with a wide body and a square chin, gray hair cut short, wearing a monocle, and the expression on her face is intimidating.
The director of the Magic Law Enforcement Division, Amelia Burns, is widely regarded by the wizarding world as saying that she is a fair and honest person
"Cough." The middle-aged woman cleared her throat and asked in a non-emotional tone, "Mr. Dumbledore, can you sit down first?"
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, then sat back in his chair.
The black chain on the table in front of him only fluttered and became submissive, as if the tremor just now was just an illusion.
"Not long ago, the Ministry of Magic received a paper clarifying the plaintiff’s claims. The plaintiff Lucius Malfoy believed that ~EbookFREE.me~ Hogwarts’ current principal, Albus Percival- Woolflick-Brian-Dumbledore's arbitrariness, framed his son Draco Malfoy, caused his emotions to be stimulated, and eventually rebelled out of school, causing a very bad influence on himself and others, now Draco Malfoy is still at the stage of escape, and his life and death are unclear. Dumbledore should bear great responsibility, and he has provided evidence and pointed out that the defendant may also commit illegal use of prohibited potions without the Ministry of Magic. Approve the private trial of fugitives-Batty, Crouch."
Ms. Burns explained the main reasons and contents of the court's lawsuit in a bright voice.
"Then the defendant, is the claimant's statement true? Dumbledore, are you using it for public power? Because according to Lucius' testimony, he said that you appear to be quite eccentric in the school, and for students of certain colleges Very forgiving, but very mean for other colleges."
"And according to the plaintiff's evidence, you have had personal grievances, which may also be a means for you to exclude them." Burns continued.
"Okay, please let me explain in turn." Dumbledore helped his half-moon-shaped lens, and gentlely stood up from the seat slowly, nodding to everyone in the jury.