Chapter 368: Court hearing (below)

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It's just that Professor McGonagall's brows are still frowning. She seems very dissatisfied with this skipping procedure, and has already felt some abnormalities. This does not seem to be a fair trial.
"The last party was not present, and not long ago, he took the initiative to find us and asked for clarification." A thick female voice rang in the courtroom.
Scrimgeour's brows were equally tight, and he was quite sensitive as a person who had not been bought.
"I think it's better to use the word surrender." He got up and said.
"Draco has not been convicted! Not a criminal, and he is not an adult!" Narcissa immediately stood up and retorted.
"Some people's evil is born and has nothing to do with age." Scrimgeour retorted viciously.
Then he stared at Lucius not far away with his fierce eyes, "Of course, it is not ruled out that it is inherited."
"Come on!" Lucius clenched his wand and immediately stood up from his seat.
"Silence!" A serious female voice interrupted the impending dispute.
"This is the courtroom, not the bazaar in Diagon Alley."
It was Ms. Burns, an old-fashioned middle-aged woman, who basically transferred the task to her head after Umbridge announced the court.
"We might as well listen to what the client said." She continued.
Malfoy cherished the words like gold, and said a word in a low tone: "Spell of Soul."
"Oh, it's a complete push, exactly the same as his dad." Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed, and a sneering smile appeared on his face.
But the people around obviously didn't think so. They nodded unceasingly, revealing an expression like this. It seemed that this statement was already very convincing.
The smile on Scrimgeour's face narrowed, and he clenched his fists.
"Who casts this spell on you? While you were holding hostage to Dracul, Batty Crouch Jr. was already arrested." Scrimgeour said in a word.
"I don't know. When I regained consciousness, I only found myself sleeping in the wild. The previous consciousness was always hazy." Malfoy said with a steady tone.
"It's ridiculous, isn't it? Anyone can use this excuse to blame the crime." He laughed.
But it seems that no one is with him.
Most nodded in recognition.
Scrimgeour's thick eyebrows wrinkled tightly.
"The Malfoys have already expressed their deep apologies to Miss Dracul for their understanding, and now she is in the best ward of St. Mungo Hospital." Umbridge interjected.
The jurors under the stage began to discuss again.
"As a victim, I still care about the innocent people implicated, even if this is not his responsibility." Umbridge first applauded.
Professor McGonagall's brows grew tighter, and this deliberate orientation could not satisfy her.
"How do you think that the mysterious man will choose a minor student to realize his plan? Isn't this ridiculous?" Umbridge continued to interject.
"Then I have to ask his father if he has set a good example for him." Scrimgeour shrugged.
"I will file a new lawsuit after this court hearing to sue you for slander." Lucius stood up excitedly.
"Then I wait."
"There must be a dark mark on your left arm!" A slightly slender man beside Scrimgeour stood up, apparently receiving his advice before and questioning Malfoy.
Scrimgeour's face showed a satisfied smile.
But what he didn't think of was that the reason for "soul-capturing curse" was actually enough to shirk all responsibilities. Even if it did, it was not able to explain anything.
And he did not know that this person had been bought.
At this time Lucius' face also showed a relaxed look, everything was developing in the direction he needed and sat back in his seat.
Malfoy from the courtroom heard the news and immediately rolled up the sleeve of his left arm.
The arm is very clean, nothing.
Surprisingly, the seemingly thin body and thin arms actually contain a lot of power, but the muscles on the arms are not the shape of a bodybuilder, but converge into a smooth line.
"There are a lot of magics that can be disguised." The man's voice froze, his eyes narrowed, and he continued to question.
"I applied to call Mr. Mad-Eye Moody for verification!" the man said loudly.
"I second it. Mr. Moody's last trial was also one of the witnesses, and he had every reason to appear." Scrimgeour agreed immediately.
Moody's magic eyes can see through almost all disguise, even the Supreme Invisibility Cloth, one of the three holy vessels, will be felt by his eye.
He dragged his lame leg from outside the door and walked in with a sway, the blue devil's eyes seemed to jump out of his eyes at any time.
Narcissa was relieved deeply, her eyes closed, her subconscious attachment leaned her head on her husband's shoulder, and Lucius also embraced her shoulder, continually comforting.
Crazy-eyed Hammoudi slowly walked over the jurors sitting on the seats on both sides, walked down the stairs, and finally came to Malfoy. He carefully looked at the student with his eyes.
Malfoy's gray eyes stared at him, as if his chilling devil's eyes did not exist at all.
"Treacherous imp," Moody's hostility filled him, his hoarse voice revealed. Then he looked down at his arm.
Just a quick glance, Moody reached a conclusion.
"There are no marks on it." He then said coldly.
Scrimgeour realized that something was wrong at this time, tilted his head, and looked at his men. At this time, he silently lowered his head and said nothing.
In front of Malfoy, the jury members on the left and right began to whisper again.
Every whispered discussion is a shift of position.
Scrimgeour immediately looked at the man next to him, and his expression became stiff at this time.
"I think the scene is very clear now, right?" Umbridge said with a squeaky tone in his throat, raised his fingers, and put on a look that he must have.
"I think you can vote. Please raise your hand if you think Mr. Draco Malfoy is innocent."
Soon, a hand symbolizing the innocent conclusion kept rising from the stage.
Only a few people did not raise their hands.
The end is obvious.
"Very good, boy, you better not show your feet." Scrimgeour finally said fiercely, and took his men out of the courtroom.
"Okay, I officially announced that Mr. Draco Malfoy was released in court! Back to school at another date."
Members of the jury in red robes stood up one after another and applauded spontaneously.
"Great~EbookFREE.me~Draco!" Almost immediately, Narcissa stood up from the bench, stepped down from the steps, rushed to her son, and drove him Embraced in his arms.
Professor McGonagall, who was sitting in the middle row, also slowly got up and walked in front of him.
"Mr. Malfoy, I think you can start the arrangement to go back to school, and if you want to apply for the OWL.s deferral test, please do it as soon as possible, you have fallen behind by a large amount of courses." Professor McGonagall used a kind of official business Said in a public tone.
"Yes, yes." Narcissa nodded again and again.
"I have all your textbooks ready to go to class at any time, Draco." Narcissa wiped her eyes and said comfortably.
The items he had left in the bedroom before have been thoroughly checked.
After confirming that there are no dangerous items, he has now been moved back to his home.
"Okay, mother, but I don't think I need to hold off the exam." Malfoy said to her mother, then turned to bow to Professor McGonagall and explained clearly.