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It's just that Professor McGonagall's brows are still frowning at this time. She seems very dissatisfied with this skipping procedure, and has already felt some abnormalities. It seems that this will not be a fair trial.
"The last time the party involved was not there, but not long ago, he took the initiative to find us and asked to clarify the truth." A strong female voice rang out in the courtroom.
Scrimgeour's brows were also furrowed. As someone who hadn't been bribed, he was quite sensitive.
"I think it's better to use the word surrender." He got up and said.
"Draco, he hasn't been convicted yet! He's not a criminal, and he's underage!" Narcissa immediately stood up and retorted.
"Some people's evil is born with nothing to do with their age." Scrimgeour retorted viciously.
Then he glared at Lucius who was not far away with his fierce eyes, "Of course, it's not ruled out that it's genetic."
"Presumptuous!" Lucius clenched his wand tightly, and immediately stood up from his seat.
"Silence!" A serious female voice interrupted the possible dispute.
"This is a courtroom, not a bar in Diagon Alley."
It was Ms. Burns who spoke, a staid middle-aged woman, after Umbridge announced the opening of the court, and basically handed over the task to her.
"We might as well listen to what the person concerned has to say," she went on.
Malfoy cherished words like gold, and said a word in a low tone: "Imperius Curse."
"Oh, it's completely backwards, it's exactly the same as his father." Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
However, the people around obviously didn't think so. They kept nodding their heads, showing their original expressions, as if they felt that this statement was already very convincing.
The smile on Scrimgeour's face disappeared, and he clenched his fists.
"Who cast this spell on you? When you held Miss Delacour hostage, Barty Crouch Jr. was already arrested." Scrimgeour said word by word.
"I don't know. When I regained consciousness, I only found myself sleeping in the wild, and my previous consciousness was always hazy." Malfoy said in a steady tone.
"It's ridiculous, isn't it? Anyone could use that as an excuse to clear the blame." He laughed.
But it seems that no one agrees with him.
Most nodded in approval.
Scrimgeour's thick eyebrows were furrowed tightly together.
"The Malfoy family have expressed their deep apologies to Miss Delacour in order to ask for their understanding. Now she is in the best ward of St. Mungo's Hospital." Umbridge interjected.
The jurors in the audience began to talk again.
"As a victim, he still cares for the innocent people he implicates, even if it's not his responsibility." Umbridge applauded first.
Professor McGonagall frowned even tighter, this deliberate direction really did not satisfy her.
"How do you think that the mysterious man would choose an underage student to realize his plan? Isn't that ridiculous?" Umbridge continued to interject.
"Then you have to ask his father if he has set a good example for him." Scrimgeour shrugged.
"I will file a new lawsuit to sue you for defamation after this trial is over." Lucius stood up excitedly.
"Then I'll wait."
"You must have the Dark Mark on your left arm!" A somewhat slender man beside Scrimgeour stood up suddenly, apparently under his instruction before, and questioned Malfoy.
A satisfied smile appeared on Scrimgeour's face.
It's just that what he didn't expect was that the reason of "Imperial Soul Curse" was actually enough to shirk all responsibility, even if there was, it wouldn't be able to explain anything.
And he didn't know that this person had been bought.
At this time, Lucius also showed a relaxed expression on his face, everything was developing in the direction he needed, and he sat back in his seat.
Malfoy on the trial seat immediately rolled up the sleeve of his left arm when he heard this.
The top of the arm is clean, nothing.
Surprisingly, the seemingly thin body and thin arms actually contain a lot of strength, but the muscles on the arms are not the kind of strong bodybuilders, but converge into smooth lines
"There are a lot of magic that can be disguised." The man's tone was stagnant, his eyes fixed, and he continued to question.
"I apply to subpoena Mr. Mad-Eye Moody for verification!" the man said loudly.
"I second, Mr. Moody was also one of the witnesses in the last trial, and he has every reason to appear." Scrimgeour immediately agreed.
Moody's magic eye can see through almost all disguises, and even the Supreme Invisibility Cloak, one of the three holy artifacts, will be perceived by his eye.
He walked in from outside the gate, dragging his lame wooden leg, and the azure blue magic eye seemed to jump out of its socket at any time.
Narcissa, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief, closed her eyelids, subconsciously attached her head to her husband's shoulder, and Lucius also put his arms around her shoulder, constantly comforting her.
Mad-Eye Moody walked slowly past the jurors sitting on the seats on both sides, walked down the stairs, and finally came to Malfoy, sizing up the student carefully with his eyes.
Malfoy's gray eyes met him intently, as if his frightening magic eyes didn't exist at all.
"Treacherous brat." Moody was full of hostility towards him, revealing his hoarse voice. Then he moved his gaze down to his arm.
With just a cursory glance, Moody came to a conclusion.
"There is no mark on it." He then said coldly.
Only then did Scrimgeour realize that something was wrong, and he tilted his head to look at his subordinates. At this moment, he silently lowered his head without saying a word.
Before Malfoy's eyes, the jury members on the left and right began to whisper again.
Every discussion in a low voice is a shift of position.
Scrimgeour immediately looked at the man beside him, and his expression became a little stiff at this moment.
"I think the scene is pretty clear now, isn't it?" Umbridge said in a high-pitched voice, squeezing his throat, and raised his fingers in an air of inevitability.
"I think everyone can vote. Please raise your hand if you think Mr. Draco Malfoy is innocent."
Soon, hands symbolizing innocent conclusions rose from the stage.
Only a few people did not raise their hands.
The ending is obvious.
"Very well, boy, you'd better not show your feet." Scrimgeour finally said viciously, and led his men out of the courtroom in desperation.
"Okay, I officially announce that Mr. Draco Malfoy will be released in court! He will return to school on another day."
The jury members in red robes stood up one after another at this time and spontaneously applauded.
"Great, Draco!" Almost immediately, Narcissa stood up from the bench, rushed down the steps step by step, rushed to her son, and embraced him in her 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 arrangements for going back to school, and if you want to apply for a deferment exam, please as soon as possible, you have already fallen behind by a large part of the course." Professor McGonagall said in a business-like tone Said.
"Yes, yes." Narcissa nodded repeatedly.
"I have all your textbooks ready, and I can go to class at any time, Draco." Narcissa wiped the corners of her eyes and said with relief.
The items he left in the dormitory before have been thoroughly checked once.
After confirming that there are no dangerous items, they have now been moved back home.
"Okay, Mom, but I don't think I need to postpone the exam." Malfoy said to her mother, then turned and bowed to Professor McGonagall, explaining clearly.