Chapter 586 Judgment

On the first morning of the Easter holiday, Felix changed into a purple-red robe for himself and looked in the mirror for a long time. The color was obviously not suitable for him. Just look at Valen's chirping and gloating look.

He quietly modified some details to make the color of the clothes darker, and finally reached out to smooth out the piece of fabric with the silver letter "W" embroidered on his left chest, and finally he could barely see it.

There is no way, this dress was sent when he became a member of Wiesengamor for use when he attended the formal trial.

Felix walked out of the house and came to the principal's office. Knocking on the door, he looked in surprise at Dumbledore behind the desk--he looked pale, weak and tired, and even had a few more wrinkles on his face.

"Albus, you scared me." Felix said, and he instantly thought of many things.

He recalled carefully that this change seemed to be a gradual transition, not obvious at the beginning, and he did not pay any attention to it... But he had not met Dumbledore in the past week, and the effect suddenly appeared.

"It's not easy to hide from Voldemort," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Okay," Felix had to admit that he made sense, "I'm afraid that our own people will be scared first..."

The two appeared in the Ministry of Magic through the fireplace in the principal's office.

Felix looked around the magnificent main hall of the Ministry of Magic. He did not find any traces of the battle in February, but some details did become different from before: the location of the statue of the Magic Brothers Fountain in the center of the foyer had undergone a slight change, and it should have been that the part that could not be restored with magic was rebuilt during renovation.

They came to the golden gate at the end of the foyer and met Madie Moody and Professor Madney Madney with the same lift.

"I've been looking forward to this day!" Professor Machiban said to Moody with his back to his back, "It's necessary to be uplifting. Yes, I noticed that some people are a little pessimistic recently. I really don't know what they think. It's obviously much better than last time."

Moody pulled out his ear and said sternly: "You're right."

Felix slowed down silently and let Dumbledore walk ahead - "Dumbledore?" Professor Machban's attention moved away from Moody's side and stared at Dumbledore's face carefully. "Your face looks bad! No wonder, the mysterious man has been making trouble outside recently. You are the president of the International Wizards Federation, so you must be very annoyed."

Dumbledore smiled and agreed.

They took the elevator to the ninth floor and walked forward along a dimly lit corridor. Felix glanced at the black door of the Mysterious Affairs Department at the end of his sight, and said nothing. Then the group turned to the gap on the left side of the corridor and stepped into the downward stairs, and finally arrived at the tenth floor.

A voice came from near the stairs—

"There is no need to adjust the order." Ms. Bones said in a dissatisfied voice, "Since those people are going to listen, let them stay for a few more days." She heard the footsteps, raised her head and saw a few people, and walked over with a smile.

Kingsley nodded at them and left in the opposite direction. The torch on the stone wall dragged his shadow out of a long, constantly jumping track, and he finally disappeared behind a heavy wooden door.

On this side, Ms. Bones greeted Dumbledore with concern and then led them toward her destination.

"You're just talking about the Ministry of Magic in other countries?" Felix asked.

"Yes." Ms. Bones snorted from her nose, and she lowered her voice: "They unite and put pressure on me, and I have to show some posture. But like the observers of the International Wizards' Federation, they have only the right to watch and cannot speak or vote."

"arrive."

She stopped in front of a gloomy black door, unscrewed the iron handle, and the noisy voice came from the dark room.

There were about thirty people inside. Felix narrowed his eyes and found an acquaintance. He walked over and said, "Damokris?" The potion master Damocles Belby raised his head, and was a little surprised at first, then showed an expression of sudden enlightenment.

"Of course, you are also a member of Wiesengamor, but you didn't come to the previous few gatherings."

Felix chatted with him for a few words, and halfway through, a few wizards sitting on the bench came over to say hello to him, but it was really not suitable for social interaction. Felix sat next to Belby, staring at the chair wrapped in chains standing alone in the center with interest.

Felix looked around and found that the seats today were very particular.

The courtroom was made of black light-absorbing stones, and the light around it was dark, which seemed to deliberately create a gloomy and solemn atmosphere. The overall layout of the house was like a sunken recess. Around them were benches arranged downwards, and there were some people sitting on three sides, like Felix, wearing purple-red robes. These people were members of Wiesengamor.

There were also some reporters holding quills and parchment adorn them, they seemed cautious and low-key, and even were careful when talking. Felix saw Rita Skitter.

He could find acquaintances in all three seats, but the last side - the back of the black chair with chains, was clearly seated with a group of strangers. They were dressed in formal clothes, but the badges and embroidered characters on their bodies all showed that they were from different organizations. Felix knew that these people should be the so-called "observers" of the Ministry of Magic of various countries.

More than ten minutes passed, and people kept coming in.

"Tu tuk tuk."

The sound of the crutches hitting the floor echoed indoors. Felix looked up and saw a man with thick hair and fluffy strides in, and the crutches kept poking to the ground. It was Rufus Sclinger.

He walked to Ms. Bones and whispered something to her, Bones nodded slightly.

They each found their own seats to sit down, "It's OK to start." Sclinger's low voice echoed in the courtroom. After Ms. Bones became Minister of Magic, he took over the vacant position, and is now the director of the Department of Enforcement of Magic Law.

According to convention, he is responsible for presiding over the trial.

His words were like a signal. As soon as he finished speaking, the door in the corner opened and three people walked in. Two tall and burly guards walked into the courtroom with a short man. The man was too short, and was lifted in the air like a little chicken, constantly tapping the ground with his toes.

The guard stuffed the short man into the chair in the center of the field and stood on both sides. The chains on the ground were raised high like snakes, and the man shuddered in fear.

"No need for the time being," said Sklinger, obediently lying on the ground. He began to read a document in a low, emotional voice: "Bart Hughes, a Norwegian wizard, was accused of smuggling contraband in his country and was related to two Muggle attacks. In February this year, you participated in the attack on the British Ministry of Magic and were caught on the spot. The evidence was conclusive and the behavior was bad - did you plan to refute these charges before the sentencing?"

The short man seemed to be frightened and motionless on the chair. Felix could understand him. Around him, most of them were hiding in the darkness, and the swaying torches occasionally showed a static image: pairs of eyes staring straight at his face, and then suddenly disappeared.

From time to time, the sound of "rustling" reading of documents comes from the air. The psychological pressure these factors bring to people is indeed great.

A few seconds later—

"If there is no objection-"

"Wait, wait!" The short man suddenly cried out. He tried to stand up from the chair, but was pressed back by two guards. A golden light burst out from the chain dragged on the ground. The man curled up in a hurry and leaned back. He raised an evil face, tried to open his eyes and stared at the fire reflected on the wall, trying to capture Sclinger's position.

He gasped and said, "I have objections, I have! I, I was hit by the Soul-Snatching Curse-"

Behind him, the group of observers from various countries whispered.

"It's nonsense!" Sklinger shouted, with the lion's mane-like tea-brown hair strutting. "The Ministry of Magic has arranged a thief-proof waterfall between the fireplace and the floors. It will wash away the influence of the spell. If you really get the soul-catching curse, how do you explain that you were knocked down by the Ministry of Magic Aurors?"

The short man opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

Sclinger raised his head and looked around, "The facts are already very clear. Dear jury members, please raise your hands if you think he is guilty-"

The people on the bench raised their arms one after another, and with the help of the dark and swaying fire in the room, the long strips of their arms raised were very conspicuous. The short man collapsed on the chair weakly.

"The charge is established. Bart Hughes, you were sentenced to ten years in prison in Azkaban. After the sentence is over, the British Ministry of Magic will hand you over to the Norwegian Ministry of Magic, where you will continue to atone for the crimes you committed in your country!"

"Bang!" The mallet fell heavily.

Bart Hughes was taken away with a dismay look on his face.

After a brief whisper, the guards brought in several dark wizards one after another. These people were obviously the group of people who attacked the Ministry of Magic. They were almost exhausted, and they were found guilty like Bart Hughes. Until it was almost noon, the highlight came.

Two men who looked somewhat similar were brought in.

"Rabastan Lestrang, Rodolphus Lestrang." Sclinger said in a low and angry voice: "When he colluded with Bellatrix Lestrang and Batty Crouch, he kidnapped an Auror couple at the end of the First War, and used a heart-wrenching curse to force them to tell the whereabouts of the mysterious man. He was extremely guilty and sentenced to life imprisonment. He escaped from Azkaban a year ago and then became the minion and accomplice of the mysterious man again. He was suspected to be related to multiple riots. He was ordered to attack the Future World Company in Diagon Alley in February. He was arrested on the spot with solid evidence."

The two of them looked pale and the slightly fat man pulled the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but he just made a vague tremolo from his mouth.

Sclinger did not let the jury raise his hand this time, without a trace of warmth in his yellow eyes, "No doubt, gentlemen, ladies, these two will be sentenced to life imprisonment, and their names will rot there with their bodies."

Someone was brought in again.

"Murseber, Selwin, Gargson, Nott, your crimes are the same as the Lestranger brothers, escape, murder, and rebellion, and by law, you will be sentenced to life-"

"Wait, wait!" a voice suddenly said.

Sclinger's dropping mallet was hanging in the air, "Selwin? Do you want to defend yourself or pray for forgiveness? After doing those evil things?"

"I, I admit, I'm guilty!" Selwin licked his lips and stammered: "But I hope the jury will give me another chance--I know some names--" The tall man next to him suddenly rushed towards him, "You bastard!" "Guard! Pull him away, pull Gargson away." Sclinger roared loudly.

Selwin sat in the chair flinched and screamed: "I'd like to be a witness!"

"Selwin!" Gargson yelled hard as he struggled, "Dare you dare to betray the Dark Lord? Do you think this will be the end? We were just locked up for a while, and he is still outside! Still outside!"

"Take them away! Take them away!" Sclinger yelled. The guards did as they did, and in the end they were Selwin alone.

"What do you have to say?" Sclinger asked coldly.

"I-" Selwin's face was pale, and it was obvious that the threat Gargson had before he left worked. He said with a rapid breath: "You will protect me, aren't you?"

“It depends on the weight of your evidence,” Ms. Bones said seriously. “The information we have far exceeded your imagination.”

Selwin pursed his lips and said, "I understand...I know someone, Umbridge, Dolores Umbridge."

"She was arrested on the same day as you and is currently undergoing treatment. And we also know that it is the mysterious person you introduced to her."

Selwin's eyes widened and his body was crooked, "No, no..."

"No?" Sclinger snapped: "We have solid evidence! You approach her as a relative and promise her the position of Minister of Magic!"

"Impossible!" Selwin panicked, his eyes moving: "How could you know?" His eyes showed a clear look, "I understand, you must have other undercover agents! Who is he?"

People were talking, and they—including those reporters and observers—like sharks that smelled blood, looked at Ms. Bones and Sclinger, but there was no emotional fluctuation on their faces. But these words successfully attracted the attention of the people present. Has the Ministry of Magic really secretly buried the spy? Who could it be?

Finally here. Felix thought.

Sclinger did not answer him, and the trial continued.

"I know two more!" Selwin said gritting his teeth, "Avery! Avery is a Death Eater, and his nephew Chesterton."

"They have been arrested, if you only know these-"

"Wait!" Selwin struggled with his eyes. He knew a lot of people, but now he had to come up with some important names and make the final decision. "Snape! Severus Snape!"

"He was not within the scope of discussion, and Albus Dumbledore guaranteed him."

"No, you were deceived by him, I promise-"

"Please be with your credibility?" Sclinger's mouth showed sarcasm and ridicule.

Selwin showed a desperate expression.

In his mind, Snape was definitely a real Death Eater - because Snape successfully gained the trust of the Dark King when he was extremely suspicious. This almost shows one thing that he is more trustworthy than any other Death Eater.

Only the Death Eater knows how terrible the Dark King is. If the Dark King hadn't repeatedly shown the ruthlessness of his opponents, Selwin would never have betrayed him.

He stared at Sclinger, thinking that he was a complete fool. But there was no way, and he missed another card in his hand.

"Malfoy! Lucius Malfoy! He is also a Death Eater." He shouted desperately.

Sclinger's yellow eyes were mixed with disgust and contempt. He sneered, "You are so lucky. Someone has also made a guarantee for him, this time it's Mr. Felix Hepp."

The people present looked at Felix, who looked back calmly.

The expression on Selwin's face was shocked, and suddenly changed with incredibleness, and it turned out to be that. He shouted in disbelief: "He is that spy!?"

Everything makes sense... The Ministry of Magic is confident about their source of information, which means that the spy has a high enough position among the Death Eaters. A string of names flashed through his mind, but he never expected that this person would be Malfoy.

Not only him, most of the people present did not expect it.

The invited reporters were pounding with excitement. Rita Skit's eyes glowed, and the quill danced a string of afterimages. Big news, absolutely big news! The patriarch of the Malfoy family was first confirmed to be a Death Eater, and then a reversal occurred - he was actually a spy.

And this spy was probably developed by Felix Hepp, who made Malfoy, who was calling the wind and rain in the magic world, a spy... Skirt was so excited that he trembled all over when he thought of the inside story.
Chapter completed!