Chapter 184 I just want the result

Dumbledore stared at Mrs. Longbottom, knowing these sins were small. Compared to the crimes committed by Voldemort, they are nothing worth mentioning.

In that dark war, countless pure-blood wizards fell. Their family is torn apart and the wizarding world is devastated.

Leaving such a terrible thing to trial and instead dragging a cat or several petrified wizards to question it is indeed suspected of playing tricks.

Dumbledore, however, knew better. Under the current legal framework, conventional means simply cannot try it. If you stubbornly dwell on the relationship between Riddle and Voldemort, you will end up in an office argument again.

Dumbledore took a deep breath and had to explain the reason to Mrs. Longbottom and the other questioning wizards. On the other side, Rogge communicated with Lucius in a low voice.

"Lucius, there are not many members of the pure-blood family." Rogge scanned around and found only a hundred or ten people.

Lucius sighed after hearing this: "Well, although the last war ended with the death of the mysterious man, we pure-blood wizards are the backbone of both sides. After the war, we will naturally be the ones with the greatest casualties."

"Sometimes I have dreams. In those dreams, I even see Dumbledore and the mysterious man making some kind of agreement."

"Promise?" Rogge looked at Lucius doubtfully.

He leaned down and his voice was barely above a whisper: "Use war to purge pure-blood wizards."

Rogge's eyes widened, he didn't expect Lucius to have thought about such a conspiracy theory.

"Have you been to the Tower of London in August?" continued Lucius.

"What's wrong? What does this have to do with anything?"

"Muggles use blood-red poppy petals to commemorate the dead in the war." Lucius sighed, looked around and said quietly: "I didn't know at first, I was just curious about what the sea of ​​blood-red flowers meant."

"Later a well-dressed old Muggle told me that in the First World War, their nobles suffered heavy casualties, which is very similar to our current situation."

"Many promising young heirs died on the battlefield, and countless outstanding children were buried in the cemetery. Since then, the nobility has slowly declined." Malfoy's tone was full of sadness. He seemed to think that was the future of the pure-blood family. preview.

"The rights are there. If you take less of them, the rights will be held by others. The Muggle nobles have been replaced by ordinary Muggles. Look at our current situation. Although pure-blood wizards still hold the rights, they can be compared with half-bloods and other Compared to wizards, but not as many as them."

"If there is another war, how many pure-blood families can continue?" Lucius shook his head and introduced the old woman over there to Rogge, "Miss Muriel of the Prewett family, two All brothers died on the battlefield."

"In a few years, the Prewett family will disappear." Lucius took a deep breath.

He didn't want to think that way, let alone accept such absurd thinking, but the facts always coincidentally pointed in the direction of conspiracy theories.

"Perhaps we should change the certification method for pure-blood wizards." Rogge nodded. The war's weakening of pure-bloods is irreversible.

"What do you mean?" Lucius asked.

"We can introduce the Muggle chromosome theory into the magical world. For example, if a pure-blood wizard marries an ordinary witch, then his offspring will naturally be pure-blood."

"Chromosome theory?" Malfoy looked at Rogge doubtfully and secretly wrote down the term.

"I'm afraid I can't push it anymore." Malfoy said with a wry smile. "After Dobby made such a fuss, although it won't break the muscles and bones, at least the skin will peel off."

"After all, everyone knows that I secretly kept the diary and caused the mysterious man to almost resurrect. A few days ago, some school directors complained to Dumbledore, saying that I forced them to sign."

"You mean the suspension order?"

"Yes! Oh, it's really strange that the director actually wants to complain to the principal. This doesn't happen in magic schools around the world." Lucius sighed, sad and helpless. But what can he do in the face of Dumbledore?

"Uncle Lucius." Rogge heard his intention to give in and inquired: "Can the Travis family join the school board? The principal said that there are a fixed number of twelve seats. I don't know..."

Lucius stared at Rogge and pondered for a long time before nodding: "I will personally contact the school director and Dumbledore to inform them of the Malfoy family's intention to withdraw."

In fact, writing a letter can convey the message without making personal contact. Lucius doesn't even need to put pen to paper. After this trial is over, Dumbledore's prestige will definitely increase greatly.

When the time comes, the school directors will immediately hug Dumbledore's lap and drive the Malfoy family out of the school board. Instead of leaving in despair, it would be better to send the Travis family in in advance.

This is the exchange of favors, where a benefit with little sacrifice is exchanged for longer-term benefits in the future. The Travis family's presence on the school board will not only help them speak for themselves, but also provide help to future generations of the Malfoy family.

Malfoy couldn't help but look at his son Draco, feeling regretful in his heart. Why isn't he as smart as Roger?

well! Malfoy looked at his wife Narcissa again. If he had a daughter, she would be about the same age as Rogge. Maybe it can bring the relationship between the two families closer.

"...These crimes are enough to carry out a trial, and Riddle's diary will be destroyed with fierce fire." Dumbledore calmly stared at Mrs. Longbottom and responded patiently.

Her question resonated with many people, who originally didn't understand why the mysterious man's crime was limited to the destruction of the diary. But as Dumbledore explained, everyone gradually understood.

Although Voldemort committed many crimes, before the law, the trial must follow procedures to ensure the realization of justice. Otherwise, even if they succeed in trying Voldemort, they may destroy the integrity of the legal system. What's more, a criminal more terrifying than Voldemort might be unleashed.

Mrs. Longbottom nodded with satisfaction. As long as the outcome of this trial satisfies her, the detailed reasons are no longer that important.

Upon hearing Dumbledore's promise, the wizards in the square applauded, and many people cheered. This is a trial with no suspense, a trial that is destined to end from the beginning.

"Albus, I support the use of fire to destroy evil diaries!"

"Me too!"

"I suggest that the Ministry of Magic legislate that all dark magic items searched in the future be destroyed with strong fire!"

"And the dark wizard..."

"Ahem, this won't work." Fudge interrupted him quickly, "As the most civilized magical community in the world, we cannot retain the death penalty like the U.S. Congress."

"We must give black wizards basic dignity..."

"Respect your grandma, you son of a bitch! Why don't they consider other people's dignity when they harm others?" An angry curse came from the crowd.

"Who? Who scolded you!" Fudge turned red with anger and shouted at the crowd with his wand.

However, no one reported the wizard who just scolded Fudge, and everyone secretly gave Fudge a few sneers.

"The trial continues!" Dumbledore knocked on the table, preparing to announce the verdict.