On August 7th, through the Ministry of Magic, Lucius applied for a new ruling on the incident that happened to his son Draco at Hogwarts. At that time, Dumbledore will be present, as well as the witnesses Old Crouch, Mad-Eye Moody et al.
On this day, Lucius and his wife rushed to the Ministry of Magic early, passed through a series of gates and a magnificent hall, and finally took the elevator up to the tenth courtroom.
It's empty for now.
The wall made of black stone exuded a cold and chilly atmosphere, and the few torches hanging on it flickered faintly, which only achieved the purpose of illuminating. The stone wall absorbs the general.
On both sides of the room, there are rows of gradually rising empty benches, which should be vacant seats for the jury.
In the very center of the room, there is a chair. On the armrest of the chair are iron chains on the left and right. Naturally, the function is to restrain. These iron chains will suddenly jump up, binding the person sitting in the middle tightly. .
Lucius and Narcissa randomly found a seat and sat down, waiting quietly, Narcissa looked around anxiously, her delicate face looked extremely haggard now, Lucius couldn't help but clenched his wife's hands to comfort her.
He looked around here. More than ten years ago, he escaped his guilt here, and in the past ten years, he has been invited to appear here many times—of course, as a member of the jury.
Next, the members of the jury entered one after another through the half-hidden door. They were all wearing purple-red robes with a delicate silver "w" embroidered on their left chests. Most of them There was a stern look on their faces.
"Don't worry, Lucius, you'll be fine." A middle-aged man sneaked over, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him with words.
This is Pansy's father, Hector Parkinson.
"I hope so." Lucius forced a polite smile on his pale face.
The jury then took their seats.
Lucius appeared here today as the plaintiff. He wanted to prove that Dumbledore framed his son during the award ceremony of the Triwizard Tournament and used his power to wantonly fact.
And Dumbledore, will appear in the plaintiff's seat.
Lucius held his silver snake-headed cane nervously, closed his eyes, and waited quietly.
He has spent a lot of thought in order for today's lawsuit to be established.
Even though he knew the odds of winning were slim to none.
The gloomy door was suddenly pushed open again, revealing a little light.
Dumbledore strode over calmly, wearing a black and blue robe, with an extremely peaceful expression on his face,
Looking at the dock in front of him through the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his hooked nose, his long silvery white beard and hair gleamed in the light of the torch. .
The members of the Wizengamot were all whispering to each other. All eyes were on Dumbledore. Someone seemed annoyed, someone seemed a little frightened, and two elderly witches sitting in the back even waved in welcome.
This is a very charming old man, no matter in terms of temperament or objective appearance.
There were several people behind the old man, most of them were teachers from Hogwarts.
He calmly walked to the defendant's chair, and then did not sit down, but scanned the surroundings with his blue eyes.
"The hearing has officially begun!" A toad-like female voice sounded throughout the room, and many wizards present trembled a few times, and got goosebumps a lot.
"Interrogators: Acting Minister of Magic - Dolores Jane Umbridge, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Amelia Bones, Trial Recorder: Percy Ignatius - Weasley—" Percy put her head down, writing quickly.
Mr Crouch's downfall does not appear to have had a huge impact on his career, and he quickly emerged from the shadows.
"Plaintiff: Lucius Malfoy."
"Defendant: Albus-Percival-Wulfric-Brian-Dumbledore!" The toad-like voice sounded one after another, and then Umbridge suddenly coughed violently.
"Sneeze." She sneezed hard, then quickly pulled out a pink towel from her cuff and wiped her nose.
"Sorry, I have a cold today, you can read it," she said, and then handed the parchment to another woman beside her.
It was a middle-aged woman, a broad, square-jawed witch, with gray hair cropped short, wearing a monocle, and a forbidding expression on her face.
Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Amelia Bones, generally commented in the wizarding world, said she is a fair and honest person
"Ahem." The middle-aged woman cleared her throat, and asked in an unfeeling tone, "Mr. Dumbledore, can you sit down first?"
"Of course." Dumbledore nodded, and then sat down firmly on the chair.
The black chain on the table in front of him only trembled once, and then became docile, as if the tremor just now was just an illusion.
"Not long ago, the Ministry of Magic received a complaint setting out the claim of the plaintiff, Lucius Malfoy, that the current headmaster of Hogwarts, Albus Percival Wulfric Brown, Ryan Dumbledore acted arbitrarily and framed his son Draco Malfoy, which caused his emotions to be stimulated and eventually rebelled out of school, which had a very bad influence on himself and others. Now Draco Malfoy is still Dumbledore is in the fugitive stage, and his life and death are uncertain. Dumbledore should bear great responsibility, and he has provided evidence, and pointed out that the defendant may also have used prohibited potions in violation of regulations, and tried the fugitive without the approval of the Ministry of Magic—Minibus Dee, Crouch."
Ms. Burns explained the main reasons and content of the lawsuit in a resounding voice.
"Then I would like to ask the defendant, is what the plaintiff stated true? Dumbledore, are you using public power for private use? Because according to Lucius' testimony, he said that you were quite partial in the school, and that you were very partial to some college students. Very tolerant, and very mean to some other colleges."
"And according to the plaintiff's evidence, you once had personal grievances, and this may also be a means for you to squeeze them out." Bones continued.
"Okay, please allow me to explain in turn." Dumbledore helped his own half-moon lenses, stood up from his seat in a gentle and gentle manner, and nodded to the members of the jury.