HP: Slytherin disguise

"I declare that the trial has begun."

The old wizard who originally spoke raised his hand to bang the hammer, as if he couldn't see the perfunctory detention.

Most people can see that.

But all remained silent.

Stand up again.

The old wizard picked up the parchment and read from it: "Draco Malfoy, the current minister of the British Ministry of Magic, is suspected of colluding with dark forces and using dark magic."

"Persecution of innocent members of the Ministry of Magic."

"Killing Azkaban prisoner Sirius Orlais Black and Hogwarts student Luna Lovegood."

"A fight broke out in the streets of the Muggle community, resulting in a large number of Muggle deaths, with the death toll being one hundred and thirty-seven."

"The above are all crimes."

The old wizard paused for a moment and observed the general expressions of everyone in the trial room.

It's all doubt and uneasiness.

He put down the parchment and said loudly: "We will start a trial on this..."

"Do not!!!"

An angry shout interrupted the old wizard's words.

Everyone was shocked.

Then he frowned and looked over.

It was Ron who interrupted this serious occasion.

He has stood up.

Mr. Weasley couldn't hold him back.

Everyone looked over.

Ron was so overwhelmed with hatred that he showed no fear at all.

Staring at Draco, he gritted his teeth and said, "He ordered the Soul Eater to take away the lives of my two brothers, Fred Weasley and George Weasley, more than ten days ago."

"In the Ministry of Magic again, in the main hall."

"Kill my other brother, the member of the Ministry of Magic who was innocently persecuted. He was Percy Weasley. He had been serving as the Minister's Assistant before his death."

"He can even kill his own subordinates!!!"

The tone became more and more excited.

Ron immediately shook off Mr. Weasley's hand.

Pointing at Draco.

He continued to accuse: "He is a Death Eater! A subordinate of the mysterious man!"

"Dedicated to You-Know-Who!"

"For this reason, I would kill even my cousin without hesitation!"

As soon as these words came out.

The sound of breathing came frequently around.

People from all over the world took a breath and stared wide-eyed.

Only members and senior officials of relevant departments.

Their faces all darkened.

He stared straight at Ron.

"Who are you? How dare you speak nonsense here!"

"Do you have the right to speak?"

"Get out!"

The scolding suddenly sounded.

The old wizard who was about to reprimand turned his head and looked behind him, where a senior member of the International Federation of Wizards had already stood up.

The latter had a cold face and an unkind expression.

His eyes were fixed on Ron.

It gives people the feeling that it will explode at any moment, like an angry beast.

Looking at other senior executives.

They all nodded silently and agreed with his words.

Ron's face turned red and he shouted angrily: "I am here to report the crime as a family member of the deceased!"

"These crimes are just the tip of the iceberg!"

Mr. Weasley looked haggard and stopped holding Ron.

It's hard for anyone to accept being told that three of their children died in one day.

So does he.

And the murderer is the most unlikely person.

Beside, Mrs. Weasley kept wiping tears with her sleeves...

Sneered.

The senior member of the International Federation of Wizards who stood up and scolded, said in a cold voice: "Understand your position clearly. I didn't let you speak, so I just sat calmly!"

"This is the courtroom!"

"This is not the place for you to interrupt the chief judge at will."

"I don't care what your identity is."

"If you make any noise, get out!"

His words were threatening and not disguised at all.

Whispers resounded.

In the entire trial room, only a small number of insignificant wizards were watching.

Most others.

They were all wizards with high positions, either escorts from the International Confederation of Wizards or interrogating wizards from other Ministry of Magic.

Sitting opposite the door.

Basically all members of the Wizengamot wearing uniform purple robes.

Even the highest officer of the Wizengamot.

The current chief magician.

They were silent from beginning to end and did nothing at all.

Not to mention, other people.

All watching with cold eyes.

For some unknown reason, his eyes were full of evil.

"you…"

"sit down!"

Mr. Weasley forcefully pulled Ron down, who was still about to make a rebuttal.

He pinched the back of his hand hard with his hand.

Pinch him awake.

He looked at the scolding senior member of the International Federation of Wizards and said, neither humble nor arrogant, "I also want to say it out. These crimes are not complete at all."

"and…"

Before he could continue.

The old wizard raised his hand.

Interrupted impatiently.

"The trial has begun, please don't waste time."

Now that I have said so.

Mr. Weasley could only stop speaking, lest he even be deprived of his right to stay here.

He figured it out.

This group of people will not accept refutation at all...

Harry had been listening to the exchange of words, but could not hear Dumbledore make a sound.

He looked up at Dumbledore.

But found the latter.

From the beginning to the end, he looked at Draco, who was standing there, incompatible with the solemn atmosphere around him.

Dumbledore was completely unaware of these exchanges...

And as the initiator.

Draco's calmness had reached an extreme level.

In the courtroom, it is inevitably abnormal to be accused of murder and not even have any mood swings.

But for Draco.

He killed too many people, too many.

This was simply not enough to arouse his emotions and attention.

Good at comforting.

The senior executive who stood up and scolded me.

The old wizard coughed several times.

He glanced at Dumbledore and said loudly: "This trial is very special and will not be too complicated."

"Because before that."

"Professor Dumbledore requested that he be interrogated directly with Veritaserum."

Someone sneered.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme.

Undersecretary Brown of the United States Department of Magic doesn't know why.

His face was extremely ugly.

Directly to the current chief magician of the Wizengamot: "Do you agree with the use of veritaserum for interrogation?"

Shake his head slightly.

It's all in the expression.

Obvious disapproval.

The other members of the Wizengamot all raised their left hands.

Express disapproval.

"Obviously, everyone disagrees."

"What one person says doesn't count."

Deputy Minister Brown of the United States Department of Magic turned his head and glanced at Dumbledore.

Look at the old wizard.

The old wizard raised his hand as if it were mud, indicating that he was almost done.

"This proposal is really difficult to implement."

"Because Veritaserum is prohibited from being used on underage wizards."

"And Draco Malfoy, the British Minister of Magic, is still underage."

"So this proposal is dropped."

After a few words, the proposal was invalidated.

The old wizard was prepared to perfunctory the trial.

But at this time.

Dumbledore slowly stood up, his powerful aura fully unleashed, overwhelming the entire audience, and said calmly: "This suggestion must be adopted."

"Veritaserum, I've brought it."

"And you should also know that I am not proposing, but demanding."

talking.

He was under the unexpected gaze of everyone.

Holding up a bottle of Veritaserum.

Then, he stared directly at Draco below.

He looked up slightly.

Dumbledore wanted to see something from his expression.

Draco's pale pink lips finally twitched.

Indifference appeared on his fair face, and he was no longer so expressionless.

But they’re all pretty much the same…