Wind and Eagle Wings at Hogwarts

Chapter 389

"The Patronus Charm."

Scott answered Rimbaud's question.

"Its form is beyond my control."

He waved his wand again, and the patron saint turned into silver smoke and slowly drifted away.

Rimbaud didn't know what the Patronus Charm was. After watching the peregrine falcon disappear, it flew to the desk next to Scott and landed on it.

"Well, since you didn't conjure it on your own initiative," it said, "then you can't be blamed."

Scott nodded seriously.

"Why did you come here suddenly?" Rimbaud said again, "But I just wanted to go to Hogwarts to find you."

Scott sat back on the chair, "It seems that you already know about Carlo."

Rimbaud said: "Of course, the staff of the Ministry of Magic have been talking about Carlo and Roll these two days. It is said that Carlo has been on the run after killing Roll."

"That's right." It flapped its wings. "They said that Carlo was arrested for sneaking into Hogwarts and attacking a student. Is that person you?"

"It's me," Scott said.

He recounted all the recent events.

Rimbaud looked up at Scott after listening, with a surprised tone, "I don't know since when, the accidents you encountered have become more and more frequent. Could it be because of that prophecy?"

Speaking of this topic, Scott himself is a little unsure.

He sighed, "No matter what the reason is, you have to face what you have to face."

Then, he inquired in detail about the attitude of everyone in the Ministry of Magic towards Carlo's case.

After Rimbaud's explanation, he understood that his going to the trial court to testify next week was just a formality.

Even if there hadn't been an attack on him, Carlo would have been hopeless.

Caitlin Roll's death left the Roll family and their in-laws, the Carroll family, completely torn apart.

The members of the family are all from the Carrow family of Slytherin College and have always been Voldemort's loyal followers.

A considerable number of members of the Rolle family will enter Ravenclaw College to study, which makes their position relatively vague, and they do not directly stand for Voldemort.

It can only be said that they were close to Voldemort in the past, and it is difficult to judge whether there is any influence from the Carlo family.

But since Caitlin Rolle died at the hands of Elijah Caro, the Rolle family has been quickly thrown under Medea's command in the recent period.

In this way, under the circumstances that the plaintiff and the defendant are almost equal in power, coupled with the third party who will enforce the law impartially, mainly the Law Enforcement Department, the trial of the Wizengamot of the Ministry of Magic can still be carried out in strict accordance with the law of.

"You shouldn't go to the Ministry of Magic for a while now." Scott said to Rimbaud. "I'm always worried that you will be discovered by Medea who doesn't know where she is hiding."

Hearing Scott mention Medea, Rimbaud also shuddered.

It once fell under Medea's confusion spell unknowingly, and that incident left a deep shadow on it.

Scott said to it again: "After Carlo is sent to Azkaban, maybe you need to go there."

Rimbaud tilted his head, "Do you want him to die in Azkaban? Just like Travers."

"There are those two from the Yaxley family in Azkaban." Scott said, "Maybe we have to deal with them as soon as possible, otherwise..."

Rimbaud, who was much smarter now, immediately understood what he meant.

It asked, "Are you worried that Voldemort will suddenly regain his strength and break into Azkaban to rescue his loyal servants?"

Scott nodded in agreement with its statement.

"Well, I will go to Azkaban after Carlo is in prison." Rimbaud said, "It is most appropriate for me to go there, those dementors will just ignore me."

Scott stayed in the oak hut all day, and was sent to the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest by Rimbaud just before dinner.

He walked alone through the Forbidden Forest, and after leaving the Forbidden Forest, he met Graplan again.

This time, Graplan didn't take the initiative to speak, she just smiled meaningfully at Scott.

"good afternoon."

Scott glanced at Graplan, greeted lightly, passed her side calmly, and walked towards the castle without looking back.

"Scott," Graplan called to him.

Scott stopped and gave her a puzzled look over his shoulder.

"Mr. B has already contacted you, hasn't he?" Graplan said with a smile, "I just want to remind you that Mr. B can help you beyond your imagination."

Scott didn't show any emotion because of her words, he still looked uninterested.

"Mr. B?" he said, "doesn't that gentleman have a formal name?"

Graplan wasn't offended by Scott's sarcasm, either.

"You will know." She still had a meaningful smile on her face.

Scott also smiled, "Let's talk about that gentleman after he has an official name."

He ignored Graplan, turned his head and went straight back to the castle, and walked into the lively auditorium.

"Scott!"

Milton, who was sitting at the Ravenclaw long table, immediately got up to greet Scott when he saw him.

"Scott, my father wrote me back." Milton said softly.

Scott took advantage of the situation and changed the direction of his steps, and the two came to a deserted place on the edge of the auditorium together.

"My father said in the letter that he does not need to contribute to this matter at all, and Carlo will definitely be imprisoned in Azkaban." Milton looked a little disappointed when he spoke, "I'm sorry, I don't know if it's because he doesn't want to help That's why I said that..."

"I think he's right," Scott said.

He patted Milton on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Professor Dumbledore told me about this, don't worry, Carlo will definitely not be able to escape the punishment he deserves, and your father really doesn't need to make any extra effort."

"That's good!" Milton cheered up.

The time soon came to the Friday of Carlo's trial.

After breakfast this day, Scott came to the principal's office with the blessings of his friends.

Dumbledore was already waiting for him.

"Good morning, Scott, it's time for us to go."

He stood up, walked over to the office fireplace and asked Scott, "Do you know how to use the Floo network?"

"I know, Professor," Scott said.

"Very well, I will wait for you on the other side."

Dumbledore grabbed a handful of Floo powder and walked into the fireplace, saying, "Ministry of Magic."

Bang!
In the fireplace, green flames rose up, and Dumbledore's figure disappeared without a trace.

Then Scott also grabbed a handful of Floo powder and walked into the fireplace.

"Ministry of Magic."

When he sprinkled the Floo powder, countless blurred scenes passed by before his eyes like a horse watching flowers.

Soon, the picture he saw was re-frozen, and at the same time, his body staggered two steps due to inertia.

"Are you all right?" Dumbledore asked, standing outside the fireplace.

"I'm fine, Professor." Scott stepped out of the fireplace.

At this moment, he was already at the end of a resplendent hall, with his feet on the polished dark wooden floor.

The peacock-blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming gold symbols, constantly moving and changing, like a giant bulletin board in the sky.

The walls were paneled with dark, glossy black wood, and many gilt fireplaces were built into the wood panels.

Every few seconds, with a soft pop, a wizard popped out of one of the fireplaces to the left.

And on the right, there are several people waiting in line at each fireplace to leave.

"This is the foyer of the atrium located on the eighth basement floor."

Dumbledore introduced him as he led him forward.

"This is the Magic Brothers Fountain."

At this time, they passed by the circular water pool in the center of the hall.

Scott looked at it curiously.

In the middle of the pool stood a group of solid gold statues consisting of wizards, witches, centaurs, goblins, and house-elves.

The tallest of them is a noble wizard, holding his wand high in his hand, pointing straight to the sky.

Surrounding him are a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house-elf.

The centaurs, goblins and house-elves all looked at the two wizards with admiration.

Glittering jets of water shot from the tip of the wizard's wand, the centaur's arrowhead, and the house-elf's ears.

Of course, centaurs and goblins do not worship wizards in this way in real life, and this statue just represents the wishful thinking of wizards.

Dumbledore whispered to Scott: "The relationship between us wizards and these creatures is not so good. I always feel that the 'Magic Brothers Fountain' is not a 'Brothers Fountain', but a 'Fountain of Hypocrisy'".

Scott smiled, and took another look at the silver Sickles and copper Knuts gleaming in the pool.

Next to it, a small, smudged sign reads [All proceeds from the Magic Brothers Fountain go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Wounds].

Then, he followed Dumbledore to the security check counter.

In the presence of Dumbledore, the staff in charge of security and visitor registration completed their work as quickly as possible.

Dumbledore responded to other people's greetings from time to time, and led Scott into another smaller hall.

There are at least twenty elevators here, blocked by elaborate golden grille doors.

"We are going to the courtroom on the ninth floor underground." Dumbledore said to Scott, "It has been abandoned for a long time, and I heard that it has been reopened recently."

With the sound of Ding Ding Dang Dang and rattling, an elevator descended in front of them.

They took the elevator down one floor.

When the elevator doors opened again, Scott followed Dumbledore out of the elevator.

Then they came to a corridor with empty walls, no doors and no windows.

There was a simple black door at the end of the corridor, but Dumbledore led Scott to the left, where there was a gap leading to a staircase.

They went down the stairs and down a corridor.

It's very similar to the Hogwarts basement—

Rough stone walls, with torches on brackets, and all the doors were heavy wooden doors with iron latches and keyholes.

"I remember...it was the tenth courtroom."

Dumbledore muttered, and led Scott to a gloomy black door with a large iron lock.

He twisted the heavy iron handle on the door and entered the courtroom, followed by Scott.

This is a deep dark room, the surrounding walls are made of pitch-black stones, the light from the torches on the wall does not illuminate much, and the whole space looks dark and gloomy.

There are rows of gradually rising benches on both sides of the room, and there are already a few people sitting on them.

Directly ahead, the highest benches were almost full of people, and they seemed to be whispering and whispering.

Scott looked up a few times, and found that there were about forty or fifty people there. They were all wearing purple-red robes, with a delicate silver [W] embroidered on the left front chest.

Scott and Dumbledore didn't seem to attract anyone's attention when they entered the courtroom, and everyone looked down at the sunken center of the courtroom floor.

On the chair in the center of the room, Carlo, who was about to be judged, was sitting on it with his head bowed, and thorn-like iron chains were winding around his body.

"I have to go to the front." Dumbledore whispered to Scott again, "Find a place for yourself."

"Okay, Professor." Scott replied.

Dumbledore continued to walk forward, and his wizard robes covered with stars suddenly changed into the same purple robes as those on the people above.

Scott saw him go up the stairs directly in front of him, and then turned around and walked up the next steps. After passing by a few wizards who looked at him coldly, he walked to the edge of a row of unoccupied seats and sat down.

At this moment, a chunky figure stood up from the seat in the center above the courtroom.

It was Fudge, Minister of Magic.

"Very well," Fudge said in a very loud voice, "everyone is here, let's begin."

Of course, no one disputed it.

Fudge continued.

"Trial on April 4 to hear Elijah Jayden Caro's serious violations of multiple laws."

"Interrogator..."

"Minister for Magic Cornelius Oswald Fudge."

“Amelia Susan Burns, Director of Magical Law Enforcement.”

"Albus Percival, Chief Wizard of the Wizengamot, Wulfric, Brian Dumbledore."

"Trial Recorder: Jeremiah Oliver Graves, Principal Secretary, Office of the Minister."

Scott, who was sitting in the corner of the courtroom, followed Fudge's line of sight to the front side of the courtroom, where Milton's father, Mr. Graves, was sitting as the recorder.

Although he was just a recorder, he was dressed in a very stylish way, and he looked very high-spirited.

As if sensing Scott's gaze, he raised his head to look at Scott from a distance, and nodded slightly at him.

But before Scott could respond, he looked away again.

At this moment, Fudge, who was in the center in front of the courtroom, sat down again and picked up a stack of documents in his hand.

"The trial begins." He read aloud the contents of the document, "Accuse the defendant of the following crimes—"

"At 4pm on April 1st, the accused murdered Caitlin Rolle at the Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, before secretly fleeing back to the UK."

At this moment, Scott heard a woman sobbing sadly from the seats a few rows ahead.

Fudge continued: "At 4pm on April 8th, the accused illegally infiltrated Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and assaulted an innocent student."

For a while, many eyes focused on Scott intentionally or unintentionally.

Scott kept his eyes on Fudge in front of him.

The Minister of Magic was staring down at Rolle with a stern stare.

"Are you Elijah Jaden Carlo?" he asked.

"Yes." Carlo replied with a weak voice.

Fudge asked again, "Do you admit to the charges against you in this court?"

"No," Carlo said. "I haven't done it."

His answer immediately sparked discussion among the people in the courtroom.

Everyone knew that the crime he was accused of was the truth.

Although everyone knows that the defendant is likely to struggle to plead not guilty at trial, but when Carlo really denies it at this time, it is enough to make many people feel uncomfortable.

"You're lying!" A shrill female voice suddenly sounded.

Scott looked around, and a middle-aged witch in a plain black robe stood up excitedly.

"It's you! You're a demon!" she cried. "It's you who killed my daughter!"

It turned out to be Roll's mother.

Almost everyone was startled by her shrill voice.

Then, another burly young witch stood up.

"You can't talk like that without evidence, my dear cousin." There was an awkward smile on her ugly face.

"Alecto!" Luo Er's mother turned her head and roared at the young witch with hatred, "You damn..."

"Silence!" Fudge's angry voice sounded, "Sit down! Don't disturb the trial process without reason!"

The two witches stared at each other, sat down obediently, and Luo Er's mother leaned on her husband's shoulder and continued to sob.

After the courtroom became quiet again, Fudge spoke again, "Pass the plaintiff's witness, Leonie Zimmerman!"

Scott looked around, but didn't see anyone standing up, so he looked at the door of the courtroom again.

"Leonie Zimmerman, the plaintiff's witness!" Fudge said again.

But there was no movement at the door of the courtroom.

Scott heard someone chuckle slightly.

At this time, his magic perception spread throughout the courtroom, and he accurately found the person who was laughing.

It was the burly young witch who stood up to excuse Carlo just now.

"What's the matter? Where's Leonie?"

Roller's mother sensed something was wrong and stood up again.

She was very anxious and wanted to turn around and look for the witness named Leonie, but her husband quickly stopped her.

"presiding judge."

At this moment, Carlo, who had been sitting quietly in the middle of the courtroom, raised his head.

He said: "Since the plaintiff's witnesses were not present, can the defendant's witnesses be invited?"

Above, as Fudge, he obviously didn't expect this to happen.

"Oh, you, defendant, what witnesses do you have?" he asked.

"Of course it's a witness who can prove that I didn't kill Caitlin Roll." Carlo said with a smile.

Hearing what he said, Fudge quickly looked at Amelia Bornes, Director of Magical Law Enforcement, on his left, and Dumbledore on his right.

"Declaration of the witnesses," said Ms. Burns decisively.

Dumbledore nodded too.

"Declaration of the witness!" Fudge's voice was clearly displeased.

Scott turned his head to look at the door of the courtroom again, eager to know who the witness who could prove that Carlo did not kill the man would be.

He really didn't expect that there would be such an accident in this trial, which was already without any suspense.

(End of this chapter)