Chapter 162: Trial

It was another Sunday evening at 6:55, and Jon Hart appeared accurately at the door of the principal's office again.
"Huh...huh..." As soon as he got here, he heard a very loud and strange voice.
It was a heavy snoring sound from the mouth of the ugly stone monster.
"Hey... Mr. Stone..." Jon patted the back of the stone monster. After thinking about it for a long time, he couldn't think of a better name: "Excuse me, what's the password?"
"Huh..." The stone monster turned aside, ignored him, and continued to fall asleep.
"Such a negative strike, I feel hopeless... If I were the principal, I would definitely fire it!" Jon shook his head helplessly.
The asleep stone monster didn't block the way, so Jon easily walked in, opened the back door, and then walked up the escalator.
...
A minute later, Jon walked into Dumbledore's office, the spacious, beautiful round room.
The portraits of the old principals and old principals on the wall, they all snore gently in their respective frames; among them, Principal Dairis-Dewent opened his eyes quietly, blinked at Jon, and quickly closed them again.
"I admire your punctuality, Jon!" Albus Dumbledore lay on his seat, holding a cup of black tea in one hand, taking a sip, and flipping through the other. With the newspaper.
"Thank you for your compliment, professor!" Jon said quickly.
"Look at this "Daily Prophet", Rita Skeeter's article!" Dumbledore threw the newspaper in his hand, and laughed at the same time: "Look at how she describes me here...a Rigid old madman, what an interesting name!"
The newspaper flew accurately, after a short distance, and flew into Jon's hands.
"Sounds very interesting!" Jon took the newspaper nonchalantly, glanced at it, and then bit the bullet and replied.
Dumbledore continued to drink the black tea, and Jon put the Daily Prophet back on the principal's desk with a hesitant expression.
"What seems to be the problem with you?" Dumbledore's pale blue eyes blinked lightly and looked straight into Jon's.
"Yes... how did you do it?" Jon couldn't help but curiously asked: "Thursday afternoon... in the Biology Protection Class!"
"It looks like you found it!" Dumbledore couldn't help expressing a regretful expression.
"Unicorns don't just become so crazy!" Jon said honestly: "Based on what I know about them in the book."
"Of course!" Dumbledore glanced at him approvingly and nodded: "Unicorns have a very gentle temperament, very, very gentle, so madness is a rare thing for them... but as a magical animal, They always have a bit of magical animal characteristics."
While talking, Jon saw the bright red Phoenix Fox, flew up to Dumbledore, and bowed his head towards Dumbledore like a coquetry...Dumbledore gently stroked Fox's head and continued:
"For example, if they are threatened and provoked by other magical animals, they will also react violently...So, I just asked Fox to provocation against it. Of course, your eyes can't see it!"
"Because it is a unicorn, facing Fox's provocation, it became very angry..." Dumbledore added, his tone was a bit of pride: "If it's another magical creature, it might have I was trembling with fear!"
"So it is!" Jon nodded silently.
"Okay, let's start!" Dumbledore seemed to have finished his cup of black tea and put the cup down. Before he walked to the meditation basin, a bottle of memory was already in it.
"My own memory..." Dumbledore actively explained: "From a trial ten years ago!"
...
Jon is no stranger to today's memory.
With a high stone ceiling, a gloomy and majestic room, there were almost two hundred wizards with serious faces sitting on seats in all directions, among which Albus Dumbledore was almost sitting in the front seat.
Moody sits a little later in his position, which should be the purpose of genuine.
There were dark, solid stones everywhere, like a prison cell... and the wizard sitting on the podium was Barty Crouch, who was more than ten years younger.
At that time he was the director of the Law Enforcement Department of the Ministry of Magic.
It was the trial of Karkaroff, Ludo Bagman, and Barty Crouch Jr. when Harry Potter first encountered the Pendant in the original book.
As Barty Crouch patted the table, two dementors, carrying Karkaroff with a weak face, came to stand trial...
To be honest, Jon was already familiar with this memory in his mind, but Dumbledore on one side was still reminiscent of it.
So Jon still tried to pretend to be surprised, and patiently read through this memory.
When Barty Crouch finally sentenced his son Barty Crouch Azkaban Jr. to life imprisonment... Jon and Dumbledore returned to the ground, he just felt that the surrounding light was a little dazzling.
"It looks like you are not very interested!" Dumbledore said casually.
"It's a bit... After all, the trial process looks a little boring!" Jon replied casually.
"It's getting late!" Dumbledore glanced at the big golden clock on the wall, the hour hand on it already pointed to the cross.
"Yes, Professor..." Jon said softly, "Then, I'm going back..."
"How are your preparations for the second project?" Like an elder ~EbookFREE.me~ Dumbledore asked with some concern.
"I have solved the golden egg puzzle..." Jon replied calmly, "I just hope that he won't encounter accidents like He Tiebel!
"Of course not, the second project will be fair!" Dumbledore waved his hand and smiled kindly at him.
"Do you have any questions?" Dumbledore saw Jon's expression of hesitation.
"Yes... there is a problem..." Jon thought for a while, and took the initiative to speak: "About the merfolk who live at the bottom of Lake Hogsmeade... They probably won't go ashore to hunt down their enemies, right? ?"
"Yes, a mermaid can hardly survive on the shore!" Dumbledore gave Jon a look with interest, as if wondering what his words meant.
"That's good..." Jon breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he walked out of Dumbledore's office.
Until disappeared into the night.