roccoschili Chapter 147 Illegal Trial
Chapter 147 Illegal Trial
Being dragged and pulled forward by someone is undoubtedly very uncomfortable, but facing this law enforcement officer that he seems to have never seen before.
Clerk John didn't dare to resist, because he felt a kind of aura from this person, and this feeling was very subtle.
It comes from the positions he held before. Because of his background, he did not enter the high-level department so quickly.
He has always been the lowest-level caretaker in Azkaban, due to his strong learning ability and literary skills trained by Muggles.
Only then was he transferred to the parliament hall to act as a clerk who whitewashed the minutes of the meeting.
Therefore, Mr. John is very familiar with those criminals who have committed serious crimes, especially those prisoners who have lives in their hands. They always have a special feeling about them.
But logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a feeling, because most of the law enforcement officers of the British Ministry of Magic, except for extreme people like Mad-Eye Moody, most of them have no record of killing people.
But facing the man in front of him, Mr. John used the sandwich he ate this morning to assure that the man in front of him was definitely a habitual murderer.
So under the guidance of dragging and tugging, Mr. John followed the man in black in front of him to the familiar parliament hall.
Then he was pushed down on a row of stools in the center of the parliament hall, and as soon as he sat down, Mr. John felt that the atmosphere was not good.
Because the place where I sit is generally used for the place where the prisoners who are judged sit, and those who sit here like me at the same time.
I felt that I knew most of them, and Mr. John soon discovered the clues, because he recognized these people sitting here.
Almost all of them are Muggle-born wizards, not pure Muggle blood, but also half-blood wizards.
The moment he saw the flustered expressions on the faces of those around him, Mr. John quickly looked up and saw the parliamentary seats on the stage.
There were many congressmen that I didn't know at all, and unlike normal congressmen wearing luxurious dresses, these congressmen were all wearing tight black robes.
And the face uses a special magic, which makes people look at it as a blurry black, and it is impossible for people to distinguish their faces.
"Dong Dong Dong!!!"
Just when Mr. John was about to observe again, a few rapid knocks of wooden mallets broke the abnormal calm of the scene.
"The trial begins now. Everyone here is suspected of colluding with external forces and conspiring to subvert the existing British Ministry of Magic."
"And most of you are not pure wizards at all, and many of you plan to leave the magical world."
"Exposed our secrets to those Muggles, so according to the laws of the wizarding world, you should be executed."
Mr. Cornelius Fudge, who was behind the rostrum, said loudly that the few stubborn hairs on the top of his head had almost completely withered at this moment.
And because he didn't know whether it was magic or potion, black spots appeared on the top of his head, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken.
The formerly rich and plump face suddenly appeared a little thinner, and the high cheekbones protruded, making people look very frightened.
And his tone was also very dull, like the wind blowing from a cave, the people who listened shuddered.
"I object, this is not a trial at all, it's just a shameless deception, I didn't see any staff from the Department of Magical Execution."
"And the members of the Wizengamot Council, none of the real members were present, how dare you do this..."
Immediately after Mr. Cornelius Fudge's sentencing, Mr. John still had some impressions of a tall male who could bear it no longer.
Although he didn't know the other person's name and address, Mr. John clearly remembered that this person was one of the Aurors who escorted Peter Pettigrew back then.
Logically speaking, this kind of person should be the confidant of the Minister of Magic, but in the current situation, even this kind of person is forced to sit in the position of the defendant.
"Crucio Cruciatus!"
If the former Auror hadn't finished speaking, it was because the man in black who was closest to him directly took out his wand and pointed it at the opponent's back, and fired a Cruciatus Curse.
The red magic light hit the opponent's back, causing the Auror to collapse on the ground immediately, his body curled up and twitching continuously.
"Crucio Cruciatus!"
"Crucio Cruciatus!"
And I don't know what kind of thoughts, the perpetrator is obviously not satisfied with the current state, and several Unforgivable Curses have occurred in a year.
This unprecedented torture made the Auror's veins bulge and his eyes protrude, and the most shameless thing was that even so.
These people didn't seem to be satisfied, they fired several Cruciatus Curses, and knocked down a few people who were clearly innocent.
Looking at the several colleagues who fell on the ground and twitching non-stop, all the people who were detained in the dock looked at the men in black sitting on the parliamentary seat with extremely terrified eyes.
At the same time, more people turned suspicious eyes to Mr. Cornelius Fudge, who was completely changed on the rostrum.
But at this time, Mr. Fudge seemed to be in poor health. After coughing violently, he gave up his seat to Umbridge beside him.
Accompanied by several men in black, he left the entire parliament hall, and Umbridge, who took his place, was even more disgusting.
I saw her speak softly.
"I've always believed that for a lowly human being with Muggle blood, violence should be used to completely subdue the other party."
"Blind tolerance will not achieve the purpose of education. To train wild dogs and wild beasts, you can only use whips to make them obedient."
This kind of direct personal attack made everyone present glared, but they were forced by what the men in black had done and had already drawn out their wands.
The people sitting in the dock could only swallow their anger and silently looked at the pink toad on the podium.
And compared to the big change in Mr. Cornelius Fudge's appearance, the former secretary to the minister, who is now the deputy minister of the Ministry of Magic, looks unusually proud.
His body seemed to have swelled a little more, and the previously custom-made clothes obviously didn't fit well and looked a little tight.
That fat face was always filled with a hypocritical smirk, and at the same time, he also took his own unique short wand, knocked on the table on the rostrum, and said decently.
"But for you people, now there is a chance for you to live again, and that is to go to the Muggle world to buy supplies."
"You don't need to thank us for your kindness. After all, it is necessary to keep some hunting dogs and oxen and horses."