abnormal hogwarts

Albert's arrival caused all kinds of whispers and whispers in the originally silent Tenth Courtroom.

Cornelius Fudge knocked the gavel on the table in front of him to signal silence.

"On September 9st," Cornelius Fudge said in a loud voice, "the trial of Albert Stoker, a fourth-year student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, for violating the International Statute of Secrecy..."

Seeing that the Ministry of Magic guards around him showed no intention of letting him sit down, Albert frowned.

It's very tiring to maintain a posture like being nailed to a cross.

Albert directly interrupted Fudge's spell-casting chant and shouted to the wizard who was guarding him next to him: "Hey! Can you let me sit down before the trial?"

Fudge had a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat.

"Reject the request!" Fudge, who was interrupted mid-sentence, could not possibly agree to Albert's request.

He wished that Albert would suffer more.

A witch in her forties who was in the jury said calmly: "Since the defendant is an underage wizard, his request should be allowed."

"This so-called 'underage wizard' destroyed an entire city with a radius of two kilometers!" Fudge's tone was cold.

If he hadn't been worried about using violence to break the fragile confinement on his body, he might scare everyone in the Wizengamot Tribunal, otherwise Albert would have sat down on the chair to rest.

These restrictions were imposed on him by the Aurors after he arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

It's not that Albert looks down on those Aurors, it's that their strength levels are not at the same level at all.

If a wizard of the same level as Dumbledore or Grindelwald cast a spell on him, Albert would have to spend a lot of effort to break it, because the power of the spell is obviously directly proportional to the magic power.

Can the barren magic power of the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic be able to lock him down?

He could break free with any effort.

But not necessary.

Albert, who was unable to sit down for a while, made a note for Cornelius Fudge in the little notebook in his mind.

Be the first to kill him after he comes out.

"Now! The trial continues!" Fudge knocked the gavel in his hand again, signaling everyone to continue the trial of Albert.

"The guilty party, Albert Stoker. The interrogator, the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Oswald Fudge."

Cornelius Fudge pushed up the round glasses on the bridge of his nose and examined the trial materials on the table in front of him.

As for Albert's verdict, the members of the Wizengamot Tribunal had already decided on the final result before the trial started. This trial was just to avoid repeating the mistakes of Sirius being wrongly convicted. It’s just a process.

Therefore, nothing like the lawyer defending the defendant was prepared for Albert.

"The defendant will face the following charges. While he was awake and aware of his illegal conduct, he used a curse in a Muggle-gathering area of ​​Privet Drive, and then in the center of London in front of at least more than fifty Muggles. In front of me, there was a fight with other wizards."

Fudge, who was sitting high in the trial seat, leaned forward slightly and said, "Do you admit that you have committed these crimes?"

Albert nodded indifferently.

"Yes, that's right, it's me." His tone was extremely arrogant.

Fudge choked again, how could there be such an arrogant criminal?

"Do you know that wizards under the age of 17 are prohibited from using magic outside of school, and that the International Statute of Secrecy requires that the existence of the wizarding world be kept secret from Muggles?"

"I know, I knowingly committed the crime, I will dare again next time." Albert affirmed for three times.

The entire Wizengamot Tribunal was in a state of shock, and almost everyone was talking to each other in low voices.

"Quiet!" Fudge, completely unable to control the situation, had to raise his gavel and hit it hard again.

The scene immediately calmed down.

"Wizards of the Wizengamot, please make your decision." Fudge's voice echoed throughout the room.

Rufus Scrimgeour suddenly stood up, attracting the attention of the wizards of the Wizengamot Tribunal.

"Rufus, do you have anything to say?" Fudge asked, somewhat surprised by the director of the Auror Office who suddenly stood up and seemed to have something to say.

"Minister, we should not ignore the series of facts published in the Daily Prophet. The person who fought against Albert Stoker is most likely the legendary one..."

"That's enough!" Fudge roared, interrupting Scrimgeour.

Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He looked at the furious Fudge and finally did not continue what he had not finished.

If the wizard who fought Albert was really Voldemort...

Although I don’t know why Voldemort did not exert his full strength at his peak, but with the combat power of Albert who can suppress Voldemort, even if Voldemort’s strength has not returned to its peak, Albert can He has proven his strength by fighting against him now.

Therefore, Albert should not be thrown into Azkaban under any circumstances.

Albert's combat power is worthy of their fight.

Law is dead, but man is alive.

In order to capture Grindelwald, Newt Scamander and a group of American Aurors took action on the streets of New York. Didn't they also expose the existence of the wizarding world to Muggles?

And it was very exposed.

However, Newt later used the venom of the Crooked Demon and the rainstorm summoned by the Thunderbird to eliminate the relevant memories of Muggles and successfully solved the crisis of exposure to the wizarding world.

Although the noise caused by Albert was a bit loud, the Ministry of Magic was able to control the situation.

Now that Newt Scamander was pardoned, why couldn't Albert get the same treatment?

It was just that doing this felt a little sorry for the Aurors who died in the battle, so Scrimgeour, who tried to argue for Albert, also experienced a fierce ideological struggle before standing up.

Finally, he stood up.

But before he could finish his words, the minister dismissed it.

Rufus Scrimgeour, who had always had a very tough attitude, was not satisfied with Fudge's ostrich mentality, but he had nothing to do with Fudge, who was determined to regard the return of the mysterious man as fake news.

After all, the official rank crushes people to death.

What's more, Fudge's rank is more than one level higher than his.

Scrimgeour sighed and sat silently back in his seat.

"Now let's start the vote by show of hands." Fudge said expressionlessly.

It didn't take long for the wizards of the Wizengamot Tribunal to make a decision on Albert's final verdict.

"The defendant, Albert Stoker, is sentenced to life imprisonment in Azkaban!" Fudge slammed the gavel in his hand.

Ah, it is indeed a life sentence.

Such a sentencing result was not beyond Albert's expectations at all.