Chapter 597 The New Scapegoat
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Qing Mo Da Xian
It's almost time to start school.
The news of the new Wizengamot British youth representative has been bombarded for more than half a month, and finally a more heavyweight replacement has emerged.
His name once resounded throughout Europe.
He is personable and talented, and he is the dream lover in the eyes of countless witches.
But that's all in the past.
Now he is a heinous criminal who tried to open the secret room to plan a campus tragedy.
On the morning of March 8,
The gloomy tenth courtroom was filled with prominent figures in the British wizarding world.
Of course Rita was there, and she was among the first to enter.
The most eye-catching person in the audience was of course Lockhart sitting in front of the trial seat.
More than half a year has passed, and his condition is very bad.
The hair is messy, dry and dull, and a large part of the back of the head is bald.
He looked terrified, as if he had been severely interrogated.
There were more than a dozen wizards who had been forgotten by him in the witness stand, as well as several teachers and students of Hogwarts.
Sitting at the front was Dumbledore, followed by Vincent and Sprout, and finally Snape, representing the staff, and Harry, representing the students.
In addition to members of the Wizengamot, the jury included representatives from the International Confederation of Wizards.
The enlarged auditorium was full of people.
A small number of them were enthusiastic fans who still believed in Lockhart's innocence, but most of them were well-known wizards invited by the Ministry of Magic.
For example, Damocles Belby, who invented the wolfsbane potion during the First Wizarding War and was awarded the Order of Merlin.
Another example is the Scamander family, which has made great contributions to the British wizarding world.
Lucius sat in the middle with his wife and children.
Next to them were old Flint and his family, and Mrs. Zabini also brought her son Blaise.
Greenglass and the Rozier family sat in the row in front of them, and Wesley, Longbottom, Abbott, and McMillan sat in the row behind.
As for Carlo, Travers, Avery, etc., they sat almost in the last row.
Of course, not all of the 28 sacred families were present.
Gaunt, Rolle, Black, and Lestrange were not there, nor was Horace Slughorn, who told the truth about the Horcruxes.
Seeing that it was almost time, Fudge in black robe stood up from the trial seat.
His expression was extremely serious, "Please keep quiet, it is now the trial time of the Supreme Wizarding Court in England."
Lockhart looked up to the bench.
The presiding judge was Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, and the associate judge was Amelia Bones, even though the judges were senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.
Such a lineup has not appeared in more than ten years, and it is destined to write a rich and colorful stroke in history.
But Lockhart was in a daze right now, and just kept nodding in front of Fudge's question.
There was no light in his eyes, as if he had known the ending in advance.
Facing the sharp questioning of the victims who personally cast the forgetting spell, he just nodded silently.
It's like a complete loss of hope, like a walking dead.
"Mr. Lockhart, do you admit to appropriating the deeds of the victims, and using methods such as publishing a series of books to benefit yourself?"
"I admit it." There was no emotion in the answer.
The fans in the auditorium exploded in an instant.
Some of them yelled that this was a conspiracy, and some cursed Lockhart as if they had changed their faces.
The guards quickly chased them out before the two sides fought.
The tenth courtroom returned to an eerie calm.
Fudge looked across the witness stand,
"Mr. Albus Dumbledore, for what purpose did you hire Mr. Lockhart as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore got up and looked around the audience, then smiled slightly,
"Your Honor, I met by chance an old friend—that is, Mr. Colbert, the witness sitting next to me.
Through chatting, I found out that he had been cast with the Oblivion Curse, and then I found the caster at the honor ceremony of the Order of Merlin last year. "
Fudge looked at Lockhart indifferently, "Mr. Dumbledore, did you not inform the Ministry of Magic because of his reputation at the time?"
Dumbledore still kept smiling, "Yes, Your Honor, the presiding judge."
One gave a reason, and the other cooperated tacitly.
Next up is Sprout.
According to her description, Lockhart was "delirious" at the time, knocked him out in a hurry, and left.
"Mr. Wayne, please describe what you saw."
Vincent stood up straight, and spoke naturally:
"Mr Lockhart returned upstairs with his luggage, as if he did not want to be discovered.
He was hiding in the trophy room and when I saw him he looked terrified..."
After Lockhart himself crashed into a trophy and passed out, Vincent had to take him to the safety of the auditorium.
"I admit that my approach was a bit rough, but when I found Mr. Lockhart was bleeding from the floor, I stopped dragging his legs."
As for why a big piece of baldness...
A certain little witch who turned from fan to black is scary, if she speaks out, she will be beaten into the hospital.
Fudge twitched the corners of his mouth.
On such a serious occasion, actually...
Inquisitor Umbridge seemed to have something to say.
After all, he is a child, so I don't care about him this time.
When Vincent sat down, he blinked at Dumbledore who was looking back.
Everyone who should cooperate has cooperated, it's just to vent a little bit of dissatisfaction.
Fudge adjusted his mood and asked Harry:
"Mr. Potter, you are a kidnapped student, please tell me how you feel."
Harry stood up anxiously, "He seemed to be a different person at that time, and he grabbed my throat hard. I think he is very scary."
Fudge nodded slightly, motioning for him to sit down.
"Mr. Snape, you once had a wizard duel with Mr. Lockhart and Mr. Wayne. Do you admit that the result was a draw?"
Snape stood up, staring intently at the back of Vincent's head.
It doesn't matter if you lower your level, the key is to improve the little bastard's level.
His lips trembled, "Yes, it's a draw."
"Then what do you think of Mr. Lockhart's level of magic?"
A stun spell knocked them away, which sounds pretty good.
Snape's lips trembled again, "He sneaked up on me and Wayne, it's hard for me to judge."
"You're on even terms, aren't you?"
He grimaced, "Yes."
Fudge motioned for him to sit down, then looked at the jury.
The whole trial was really just a show.
Even if the diary is restored and the soul of 16-year-old Tom Riddle is resurrected, Lockhart cannot escape the fate of becoming a scapegoat.
"I declare now as the presiding judge—" Fudge looked at Lockhart with indifference again,
"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart is convicted of all the crimes, because the impact of several things is too bad, and he will spend the rest of his life in Azkaban."
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……
The news of the new Wizengamot British youth representative has been bombarded for more than half a month, and finally a more heavyweight replacement has emerged.
His name once resounded throughout Europe.
He is personable and talented, and he is the dream lover in the eyes of countless witches.
But that's all in the past.
Now he is a heinous criminal who tried to open the secret room to plan a campus tragedy.
On the morning of March 8,
The gloomy tenth courtroom was filled with prominent figures in the British wizarding world.
Of course Rita was there, and she was among the first to enter.
The most eye-catching person in the audience was of course Lockhart sitting in front of the trial seat.
More than half a year has passed, and his condition is very bad.
The hair is messy, dry and dull, and a large part of the back of the head is bald.
He looked terrified, as if he had been severely interrogated.
There were more than a dozen wizards who had been forgotten by him in the witness stand, as well as several teachers and students of Hogwarts.
Sitting at the front was Dumbledore, followed by Vincent and Sprout, and finally Snape, representing the staff, and Harry, representing the students.
In addition to members of the Wizengamot, the jury included representatives from the International Confederation of Wizards.
The enlarged auditorium was full of people.
A small number of them were enthusiastic fans who still believed in Lockhart's innocence, but most of them were well-known wizards invited by the Ministry of Magic.
For example, Damocles Belby, who invented the wolfsbane potion during the First Wizarding War and was awarded the Order of Merlin.
Another example is the Scamander family, which has made great contributions to the British wizarding world.
Lucius sat in the middle with his wife and children.
Next to them were old Flint and his family, and Mrs. Zabini also brought her son Blaise.
Greenglass and the Rozier family sat in the row in front of them, and Wesley, Longbottom, Abbott, and McMillan sat in the row behind.
As for Carlo, Travers, Avery, etc., they sat almost in the last row.
Of course, not all of the 28 sacred families were present.
Gaunt, Rolle, Black, and Lestrange were not there, nor was Horace Slughorn, who told the truth about the Horcruxes.
Seeing that it was almost time, Fudge in black robe stood up from the trial seat.
His expression was extremely serious, "Please keep quiet, it is now the trial time of the Supreme Wizarding Court in England."
Lockhart looked up to the bench.
The presiding judge was Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, and the associate judge was Amelia Bones, even though the judges were senior officials of the Ministry of Magic.
Such a lineup has not appeared in more than ten years, and it is destined to write a rich and colorful stroke in history.
But Lockhart was in a daze right now, and just kept nodding in front of Fudge's question.
There was no light in his eyes, as if he had known the ending in advance.
Facing the sharp questioning of the victims who personally cast the forgetting spell, he just nodded silently.
It's like a complete loss of hope, like a walking dead.
"Mr. Lockhart, do you admit to appropriating the deeds of the victims, and using methods such as publishing a series of books to benefit yourself?"
"I admit it." There was no emotion in the answer.
The fans in the auditorium exploded in an instant.
Some of them yelled that this was a conspiracy, and some cursed Lockhart as if they had changed their faces.
The guards quickly chased them out before the two sides fought.
The tenth courtroom returned to an eerie calm.
Fudge looked across the witness stand,
"Mr. Albus Dumbledore, for what purpose did you hire Mr. Lockhart as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?"
Dumbledore got up and looked around the audience, then smiled slightly,
"Your Honor, I met by chance an old friend—that is, Mr. Colbert, the witness sitting next to me.
Through chatting, I found out that he had been cast with the Oblivion Curse, and then I found the caster at the honor ceremony of the Order of Merlin last year. "
Fudge looked at Lockhart indifferently, "Mr. Dumbledore, did you not inform the Ministry of Magic because of his reputation at the time?"
Dumbledore still kept smiling, "Yes, Your Honor, the presiding judge."
One gave a reason, and the other cooperated tacitly.
Next up is Sprout.
According to her description, Lockhart was "delirious" at the time, knocked him out in a hurry, and left.
"Mr. Wayne, please describe what you saw."
Vincent stood up straight, and spoke naturally:
"Mr Lockhart returned upstairs with his luggage, as if he did not want to be discovered.
He was hiding in the trophy room and when I saw him he looked terrified..."
After Lockhart himself crashed into a trophy and passed out, Vincent had to take him to the safety of the auditorium.
"I admit that my approach was a bit rough, but when I found Mr. Lockhart was bleeding from the floor, I stopped dragging his legs."
As for why a big piece of baldness...
A certain little witch who turned from fan to black is scary, if she speaks out, she will be beaten into the hospital.
Fudge twitched the corners of his mouth.
On such a serious occasion, actually...
Inquisitor Umbridge seemed to have something to say.
After all, he is a child, so I don't care about him this time.
When Vincent sat down, he blinked at Dumbledore who was looking back.
Everyone who should cooperate has cooperated, it's just to vent a little bit of dissatisfaction.
Fudge adjusted his mood and asked Harry:
"Mr. Potter, you are a kidnapped student, please tell me how you feel."
Harry stood up anxiously, "He seemed to be a different person at that time, and he grabbed my throat hard. I think he is very scary."
Fudge nodded slightly, motioning for him to sit down.
"Mr. Snape, you once had a wizard duel with Mr. Lockhart and Mr. Wayne. Do you admit that the result was a draw?"
Snape stood up, staring intently at the back of Vincent's head.
It doesn't matter if you lower your level, the key is to improve the little bastard's level.
His lips trembled, "Yes, it's a draw."
"Then what do you think of Mr. Lockhart's level of magic?"
A stun spell knocked them away, which sounds pretty good.
Snape's lips trembled again, "He sneaked up on me and Wayne, it's hard for me to judge."
"You're on even terms, aren't you?"
He grimaced, "Yes."
Fudge motioned for him to sit down, then looked at the jury.
The whole trial was really just a show.
Even if the diary is restored and the soul of 16-year-old Tom Riddle is resurrected, Lockhart cannot escape the fate of becoming a scapegoat.
"I declare now as the presiding judge—" Fudge looked at Lockhart with indifference again,
"Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart is convicted of all the crimes, because the impact of several things is too bad, and he will spend the rest of his life in Azkaban."
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