Hogwarts Wizard of the Deep

Chapter 165 Notary Public

Lockhart has long lost the proud look he once had. At this moment, his face is tired, his body is dirty, his hair is as messy as a chicken coop, and he looks oilier than Snape's. You must know that he has his own Shampoo endorser.

He was still wearing the nightgown from the night of the incident, which was already mixed with yellow sweat stains and ground dust.

It seems that he has not had a good time during this time.

but……

His eyes, his expression.

There is no grayness, lowness to match this image.On the contrary, even though Lockhart looked tired now, it could be seen that he was calm now, and under that calmness, there was a hint of excitement.

Lockhart obediently sat on the seat in the center of the courtroom, and then looked around.

clap clap!

Fudge, in his perch, clapped his hands.Looking at Lockhart, "Are you ready?"

"Mr Minister, I'm ready," said Lockhart.

"Trial on August 8th," said Fudge in a booming voice, and a clerk opposite Linde hurriedly began to take notes,

"The trial of Gilderoy Lockhart at Hogwarts, the English school of wizardry and wizardry, for the deliberate harm of students.

Interrogator: Minister for Magic - Cornelius Oswald Fudge;
Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement - Amelia Susan Burns;

Senior Deputy Minister - Dolores Jane Umbridge.

Trial Scribe - Kajali Yura Ashar. "

"Plaintiff and Witnesses: Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore.

A second-year student at Hogwarts Gryffindor College - Lynd Green Augustus. "

After reading the long names, the formal trial officially began.

However, Lockhart raised his hand suddenly, "Dear Minister, it seems that my notary has not come yet."

"Your notary?!" Fudge looked at him angrily,
What you Lockhart did is already settled, what kind of notary is needed, you still need to be tried now because you want to use you to suppress Dumbledore's power,

A tool man must have the attitude of a tool man.

such as……

"Whether you have a notary or not, it's time for the court session." The tall, high-pitched, breathy little girl's voice suddenly sounded in the quiet dark room,

It was Umbridge who was speaking.There was an unspeakable contrast between her deliberately suppressed throat and the wrinkles on her face that could squeeze out oil. Many people outside her line of sight showed expressions of disgust.

To use a word from Linde's previous life to describe Umbridge's speech would be - clip.

It is very uncomfortable to speak with your throat between your throats.

"I'm really sorry, Dear Deputy Minister," Lockhart first emphasized Umbridge's status as a high-ranking official, and lowered his posture very low.
However, in the next second, he arrogantly photographed a golden medal and a somewhat dirty white ribbon.The exaggeration of his movements made the two iron chains come alive like snakes, trying to wrap him around.

"Dear Deputy Minister, I think I need some time for my notary!"

Fortunately, he didn't do anything else after shooting the medal and ribbon, otherwise he would definitely be tied up with iron chains.

Linde looked and saw a Greek number Ⅲ on the front of the golden medal, and the white ribbon also corresponded to this level.

"It's the third-level chapter of the jazz group."

"Why is he still carrying it?"

"This cannot be confiscated until the case is resolved, and..."

"Troublesome..."

There were constant chattering sounds from the Wizengamoushi.At this time, the expressions of Fudge and Umbridge also became very exciting, their eyes kept meeting and frowning, without saying a word.

Linde kept catching the messages from above, and sorted out the matter after a while.

It is now the trial stage of the case, and Lockhart has not yet been convicted, so he is still the recipient of the third class of the Order of Merlin.This medal represents that in some cases, he can have some privileges-even now, no exception.

Fudge certainly had the right as a minister not to honor the Order of Merlin, but he couldn't.Because politicians like them have a fascinated desire for the Medal of the Order of Merlin, which is one of the highest honors a wizard can receive in terms of universal values.

So they must give the Merlins this face at this time, because they themselves want to join the Merlins, so they must maintain the authority of the Merlins at this time.

After sorting out the ins and outs, Linde muttered in a low voice, "This is not what Lockhart can think of..."

Looking at his clothes, one can imagine how desperate and despondent Lockhart was a few days ago.

But now, with a calm expression on his face and bright eyes, he even borrowed regulations, honor and the careful thinking of the upper class to a certain extent to fight for his own rights at this time.

It was probably the solution that Lockhart's so-called notary came up with.

In the high position, Fudge and the others finally unified their views, and then he coughed twice, bringing back the thoughts flying in the entire courtroom.

Umbridge continued in her ugly voice, "Before the conviction of Gilderoy Lockhart, the third class of the Order of Merlin, for your contribution to the wizarding world, we give you an extra 10 minutes."

As she spoke, she still looked at Lockhart with pity, as if they had given him the 10 minutes.

They envied Lockhart's medal, and they wanted it themselves.At this time, he put on a look of charity again.

In this regard, Linde can only comment - he should stand up again.

"Do you accept it?" Fudge propped his round head and looked at Lockhart.

"Thanks to the generosity of the minister, the senior deputy minister and the director." Lockhart stood up and bowed and said, hearing Linde's teeth itch.

Lockhart's changes are a bit big.

Thinking, Linde glanced at the time.

It was five past nine.Let's hope that Lockhart's notary, that is, the defense lawyer, will come sooner.

At this time, Lockhart was sitting on the chair without saying a word, looking ahead, as if he was sure that the late guy would arrive within twenty or ten minutes.

It didn't take long for that guy to arrive. When the minute hand jumped to eleven minutes, the door was pushed open, and a man with a mustache hurried in.

He was wearing a casual suit that didn't fit very well, and he was carrying a worn-out but clean briefcase that was somewhat faded.

After walking in, he first greeted and apologized to everyone, including Linde and Dumbledore, and then stood beside Lockhart.There were no empty chairs around, and he hadn't expressed any intention of asking for a seat, even though Linde and Dumbledore were sitting together.

"Then... the official start!" Fudge said, and then began to rummage through the pile of parchment in front of him,
It took him a while to find the parchment that contained the charges against Lockhart.

After taking a deep breath, he read aloud, "Gilderoy Lockhart, you have been accused of repeatedly injuring students, spreading fear and other vicious behaviors during the time you were teaching at Hogwarts, causing a total of: three A student was seriously injured; a student was slightly injured; a historical relic and artwork was damaged; spreading rumors caused panic, "

After roughly reading Lockhart's crimes to the manuscript, Fudge looked down at Lockhart,
"Are you fully admitting to these crimes?" As he spoke, Fudge thought about what he was going to say for a while, sweat dripped from his temples, and he glanced at Dumbledore below in a trance.

Dumbledore still stood there calmly.

(End of this chapter)