Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 368: Trial (Part 2)

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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 client was not present last time, but not long ago, he actively found us and asked for clarification of the truth." A strong female voice rang in the courtroom.

Scrimgeour's brows are also frowning. As someone who has not been bought, he is quite sensitive.

"I think the word surrender is better." He stood up and said.

"Draco, he has not been convicted! Not a criminal, and he is not an adult!" Narcissa immediately stood up and retorted.

"Some people are inherently evil and have nothing to do with their age." Scrimgeour retorted viciously.

Then he glared at Lucius not far away with his fierce gaze, "Of course, it is not ruled out that it is inherited."

"Presumptuous!" Lucius squeezed his wand, and immediately got up from his seat.

"Quiet!" A serious female voice interrupted the upcoming dispute.

"This is the courtroom, not the hawker floor of Diagon Alley."

It was Ms. Bones, a staid middle-aged woman who basically handed over the task to her after Umbridge announced the court.

"We might as well listen to what the person said." She went on.

Malfoy cherishes words like gold, and said a word in a deep tone: "Imperial Curse."

"Oh, it's so clean, it looks exactly like his old man." Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed, and a mocking smile appeared on his face.

But the people around obviously didn't think so. They nodded and showed an expression like this, seeming to think that this statement is already very convincing.

The smile on Scrimgeour's face narrowed, and his fists were squeezed.

"Who cast this spell on you? Barty Crouch Jr. was arrested when you held Miss Delacour." Scrimgeour said every word.

"I don't know. When I regained consciousness, I only found myself asleep in the wild. My previous consciousness had been hazy." Malfoy said in a calm tone.

"It's ridiculous, isn't it? Anyone can use this excuse to get rid of the crime." He laughed.

But it seems that no one agrees with him.

Most nodded in approval.

Scrimgeour's thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed together.

"The Malfoys have expressed their deep apologies to Miss Delacour in order to gain their understanding. Now she is in the best ward of St. Mungo's Hospital." Umbridge interjected.

The jurors in the audience started talking again.

"As a victim, I still show concern for the innocent people implicated by him, even if it is not his responsibility." Umbridge applauded first.

Professor McGonagall's brow furrowed tighter, and this deliberate orientation really couldn't satisfy her.

"How do you think that the mysterious man would choose an underage student to fulfill his plan? Isn't that ridiculous?" Umbridge continued interjecting.

"Then first ask his father if he set a good example for him." Scrimgeour shrugged.

"I will file a new lawsuit after this trial is over to sue you for defamation." Lucius stood up excitedly.

"Then I will wait."

"Your left arm must have a dark mark!" A thin man beside Scrimgeour stood up suddenly, apparently receiving his instruction before, and questioned Malfoy.

Scriinger's face showed a satisfied smile.

It's just that what he didn't expect is that the reason for the "Imperius Curse" is actually enough to shirk all responsibilities. Even if there is, it can't explain the problem.

And he didn't know that this person had been bought.

At this time, Lucius's face also showed a relaxed look, everything was developing in the direction he needed, and he sat back in his seat.

Malfoy on the bench heard the words and immediately rolled up the sleeve of his left arm.

The upper part of the arm is very clean, there is nothing.

What is surprising is that the seemingly thin body and thin arms actually contain a lot of power, but the muscles on the arms are not the strong appearance of a bodybuilder, but converge into a line. Smooth lines

"There are many magics that can be disguised." The man's tone was stagnant, his eyes condensed, and he continued questioning.

"I apply to summon Mr. Mad-eye Moody for verification!" the man said loudly.

"I second, Mr. Moody was also one of the witnesses in the last trial. He has every reason to show up." 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 dragged his lame leg from outside the door, and walked in with a sway. The blue magic eye seemed to jump out of his eye socket at any time.

Narcissa, on the other hand, was deeply relieved, her eyelids closed, her subconscious attachment leaned her head on her husband's shoulder, and Lucius also held her shoulders, constantly relieved .

Mad-Eye Moody slowly passed the jurors sitting on both sides, walked down the stairs, and finally came to Malfoy, looking at the student carefully with his eyes.

The gaze in Malfoy's gray eyes kept staring at him, as if his frightening magic eyes did not exist at all.

"A treacherous kid." Moody was hostile to him, his hoarse voice revealed. Then he moved his gaze down to his arm.

Just a quick glance and Moody came to a conclusion.

"There is no mark on it." He then said coldly.

Scrimgeour only realized something was wrong at this time, tilted his head, and looked at his men. At this time, he lowered his head silently without saying a word.

In front of Malfoy's eyes, the jury members on the left and right began to whisper again.

Every whispered discussion is a shift in position.

Scrimgeour immediately looked at the man next to him, and his expression became a little stiff at this time.

"I think the scene is clear now, right?" Umbridge squeezed his throat, said in a sharp tone, cocked his fingers, and made a look like he was sure to win.

"I think you can vote. If you think Mr. Draco Malfoy is innocent, please raise your hands."

Soon, hands that only symbolized innocent conclusions continued to rise 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 dingy.

"Okay, I officially announce that Mr. Draco Malfoy will be released in court! Return to school another day."

The members of the jury in red robes stood up one after another at this time, applauding spontaneously.

"Great~IndoMTL.com~Draco!" Almost immediately, Narcissa got up from the bench, drove down the steps step by step, and rushed in front of her son. He embraced him.

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 proceed with the arrangements for returning to school, and if you want to apply for OWL.s deferment, please as soon as possible, you are already behind a lot of courses." Professor McGonagall Said in a tone of business.

"Yes, yes." Narcissa nodded repeatedly.

"I have all your textbooks ready, and I can go to class anytime, Draco." Narcissa wiped the corners of her eyes and said with satisfaction.

The items he left in the dormitory before have been thoroughly checked out once.

After confirming that there are no dangerous items, he has now been moved back to his 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.